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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)

PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.60k

GENRES angst ﹒little bit of fluff ﹒little bit of smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit he’s done 😭, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric — whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high key…), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY it wasn’t like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

MORE oh my god. it’s finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATER— part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! i’m so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get ‘er done,,, it’s been an ordeal to say the least, and while it’s nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now… 😭 ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely would’ve taken much longer to finish 💔 please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u haven’t!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3

PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

TAGLIST @millksea @deobibbang @deobi0412

Never in your life have you felt so… Confused.

It wasn’t just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.

Kevin wasn’t answering your calls. He wasn’t answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.

You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, you’d have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasn’t your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing that’s happened in the three years you’ve known Kevin Moon, he’s managed to place the blame on you like it was.

It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldn’t get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.

Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevin’s phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.

“Y/N?”

Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldn’t see his friend’s contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.

“Changmin! What’s up? How are you and your girlfriend?” You hope he can’t recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.

“We’re good! How’s the showcase performance going with Kev?” He asks like he knows something you don’t. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. “Do I have to smack some sense into him?”

“Not gonna lie, yeah, you do. He’s being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I can’t even get a hold of him, so I’m starting to lose my patience.” You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.

You don’t expect to get a returning call later that night when you’re washing dishes after dinner.

In fact, you don’t even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. It’s when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. It’s actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesn’t hear the gulp.

“In the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?” You try not to sound hopeful. That’s one thing you’ve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And you’d dealt with enough of that the past few years.

“We need to finish this fuck ass choreography,” he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. “I’ll meet you in the same studio at 4.”

He doesn’t let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.

That should be a piece of cake, right?

Wrong.

“No, that looks stupid.”

You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. You’d been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as you’d been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldn’t be as rough as it’s been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.

“We don’t have time for you to nitpick right now. Let’s just finish the choreography and clean it after.” Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.

“If we clean as we go, we’ll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. It’ll be a stronger performance.” He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. “Why do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.”

Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevin’s remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment he’s made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.

“God, you’re so—“ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. “You’re fucking insufferable. Do you know that? I’ve been bending over backwards to ensure we aren’t kicked out of the goddamn program and you don’t even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?”

Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.

“I’ve had to look at this every day for a week and all it’s done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didn’t even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.” Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isn’t out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.

Kevin’s eyes don’t leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You can’t read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, it’s funny. It’s funny that it’s taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.

So you laugh.

It’s a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.

“What are you laughing at?” His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.

“I just can’t believe it took three years for me to shut you up,” you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. “You’re always the one who can’t stop talking.”

Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. “You’re so unserious.”

As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. Trust me, I know. But, we’ve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.”

“Fine,” he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. “Let’s finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.”

It’s a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldn’t end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasn’t entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. We’ll see.

You shut your eyes and visualize what you’ve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. It’s wishful thinking, but with how much you’ve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, you’re willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldn’t eat it up as much as they would the route you’re currently taking.

Driver roll up the partition, please…

The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. You’re entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. It’ll look ten times better once you’re doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when Beyoncé sings “We ain’t even gonna make it to this club”. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.

“Should we use props?” You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.

“That’s… not a half-bad idea, actually,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What did you have in mind?”

“A chair, maybe,” you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. “That could take up a good chunk of the choreo.”

Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.

At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. It’s then that it comes to you, like a vision from That’s So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and you’re slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but it’s exactly what this dance needs. It’s exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.

He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. “What if we did a lift?”

You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. “Nothing crazy like… um— you know— Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something… sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.”

When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know you’ve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Okay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.”

The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.

You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question that’s been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.

”Kevin,” you start, voice a lot softer than before. “Why do you— what did I do to make you dislike me so much?”

He’s caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didn’t think this would be it. He’s actually a little off put that you hadn’t asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.

”I’d call it indifference, not dislike,” he corrects after a pregnant silence. “It’s really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I don’t know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafe— literally, might I add— and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasn’t as expensive as he made it out to be.”

You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You don’t know what you wanted him to say. You weren’t even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isn’t as smart as you’ve painted him out to be in your head. He’s actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?

Before you can stop yourself, you’re bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.

”This is so—“ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. “We’ve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely you’ve realized how insane that is at some point.”

”It took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,” he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.

That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.

You’re nervous.

Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.

You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, it’s always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think you’re going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.

Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you don’t know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.

“Calm down,” a voice whispers harshly from beside you. “You’re making me nervous.”

Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

That’s a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.

”We’ve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. We’ll do just fine.” Kevin assures you.

His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that you’ve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.

Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. He’s cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.

You don’t. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think he’s about to do. And then he does.

It’s such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost don’t even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.

He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that you’re next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadn’t just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?

“Our last performance is one I’m sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!”

Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. It’s silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.

Let me hear you say ‘Hey Miss Carter’…

You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you make— a fouetté here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevin’s skin on your own. You’d practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now it’s all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.

And then comes the lift.

You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevin’s hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that you’re flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.

Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.

The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.

Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. You’re entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.

“We did it!” You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. You’re the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesn’t give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. “What the hell is your problem?”

”Nothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?” He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.

You aren’t sure why you’re surprised. This isn’t anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasn’t your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasn’t enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you should’ve known better. You shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. You should’ve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.

But Kevin’s scared. He’s afraid of letting you in after all the mess he’s put you through. The only thing he’s good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.

”Look…”

”No, you listen to me,” you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. “Kevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?”

He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and he’s directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since you’ve met him.

”Why?” The simple question is so quiet, you almost don’t hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that you’ve never seen in a person before.

“I’ve had feelings for you for so long, it’s actually starting to ache. You’ve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And I’m afraid that that’s all I’ll ever be to you, because you won’t let me be anything else. You won’t—“

”That’s not true, Y/N,” Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. “I just— it’s complicated. It’s more than just being rivals.”

”So help me understand,” you frown. “Let me in, please.”

”My entire life I’ve had to work to get to where I am. I’ve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program and— and I thought I’d finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But we’d spent so much time nailing it, that it— I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. ‘How could it have been my fault if I perfected it?’ I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hating— to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasn’t that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? That’s so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.

“Why are you— why are you crying?” He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.

“I wish I knew… I wish I could’ve helped you somehow,” you sniffle. “Kev, I’ve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day I’d be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.”

He blinks. You’re both dumb, aren’t you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both could’ve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes it’s not too late to make amends if you aren’t running in the opposite direction despite everything he’s put you through.

Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. He’s testing the waters, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues anything. When you don’t back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.

This is what you’ve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isn’t abashed lust, it’s unbridled affection— it’s everything he’s holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldn’t be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.

He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You can’t help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isn’t careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that you’re his, that you’re the only person insane enough to put up with him.

Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. He’s always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, but he’s repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what he’s avoided.

”You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. “I don’t think I can last long with you.”

“Can we skip the foreplay?” You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. “Need you to just fuck me like you mean it.”

Kevin’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. “I don’t deserve you,” God, he’s such an idiot for holding out from this. You should’ve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

You don’t waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that you’re braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he must’ve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.

Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.

His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he would’ve thought, but he doesn’t complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.

“You feel so good, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. “You’re so so perfect.”

The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.

“‘M close, Kev,” you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.

“Already? We’ve only just started, gorgeous.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since he’s seen you in much worse situations.

You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.

He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. You’re both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. You’ve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.

Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. “Fuck, baby, you can cum for me.”

He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.

You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything that’s just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.

“What does this mean for us?” You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevin’s neck. You’re still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isn’t a one time affair.

“It’ll be hard for things to change overnight,” he says, massaging your sides. “We have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But I’m willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.”

Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you don’t think you’ve worn around him genuinely in the years you’ve known him. “I do, too.”

“It’s kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, don’t you think?” He laughs.

“And we fucked in the dressing room…” You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.

“Maybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,” he suggests. “Tau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?”

“I would be honored.” You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.

Perhaps happy endings existed after all.

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cxlla-lily · 2 years

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When Winter Melts, Spring Emerges

As spring looms around the corner for Mondstadt, the citizens prepare to celebrate Amornidum. As the Knights begin preparing Springdale for the influx of children and those that don’t want to participate; others rush to find a lover to claim to enjoy the festive week of love, sex, and fertility blessed by the Anemo archon.

Kaeya walked into the town square, lips fashioned in a classic smile as his heart thumped in his chest. As he greeted some knights, wrapping up wreaths decorated with sweet flowers around, he picked up on whispering from a group in the corner. He could only flash a false saccharine smile and waved before brushing them off, hearing them squeal in delight from his attention. As they faded from his view and he went to check on other preparations, his smile melted into a thin line—heart thumping rapidly in his chest.

For years, he had skipped the events not wishing to be intimate with the people of Mondstadt and join in the festivities opting to work by patrolling Springdale and its children and nonparticipants instead but this year, more suitors were adamant about getting the famed Calvary Captain and Number One Bachelor of Mondstadt into his bed.

Batting away offer after offer at the end of January, he knew it would only get worse with one week left till the festival began.

A sigh escaped his lips as he entered the Knights Headquarters to update Jean on the preparations. This year, Jean refuses to let him work—stating he had a right to finally relax and enjoy the festival. Despite the sauve persona he flaunted, the idea of being intimate with someone scared him in a way.

He as if he could feel faint pain in his heart and covered eye.

Just as he was about to walk into the office, his eyes widened seeing Cherry emerge from the library. His favorite drinking mate who assisted Lisa in the library held a stack of various foreign novels in their hand. A grin appeared on their lips, trying to adjust their grip on the hefty stack of books.

“Kaeya! Bro! Where have you been at? The squad misses seeing you at Angel Share. Did they give you extra shifts or something,” they asked. The serious expression on Kaeya’s face melted away as a smile emerged instead, grabbing half of the stack of books to help them out.

“In a way. I’m causing too much of a distraction at Angel Share. My beloved brother decided to kick me out for a while, hm,” he teased. In actuality, he had avoided it after the crowd of people tried to ask him to couple up for Amornidum. Drinking was supposed to be a way to relax for him, not stress him out further.

Cherry ducked their breath in, a small laugh erupting from their lips as the pair headed up the stairs towards Jean’s office.

“Yikes, yeah. I remember that girl I watched cry when you told her you would couple up with her. It was lowkey funny tho’,” Cherry chuckled. Kaeya chuckled once more, rubbing the back of their neck. It may seem funny now but at the time he wanted nothing more but to drown in his Death After Noon.

“Heh. I didn’t think you’d remember that. I wonder why I’m so irresistible to people lately. It’s well known I don’t participate in this particular festival,” Kaeya murmured. Cherry simply shrugged.

“I think it’s more about the conquest. Think about it. ‘I had Kaeya as a partner for Amornidum’, Mondstadt’s beloved bachelor.’ People would think they were top shit if they managed that. They’d probably become the top bachelor after, if we’re being honest,” Cherry replied. Kaeya narrowed his eyes and sighed. As he thought, it would be for status or lust. All the more reason to be wary of people.

“But I’d feel like that too, y’know? Kaeya sometimes I think you don’t realize how pretty you are to people,” Cherry laughed. Kaeya felt his heart skip a beat as he rolled his lavender star-lit eye at their comment. His looks and sharp tongue have given him access to lots of information and attention—yet, hearing Cherry say that—he felt a longing to partner with them to Amornidum instead.

“—That’s it!” Kaeya murmured. Cherry quirked their eyebrow, confusion was written across their face.

“What’s it?” Cherry asked. A smile curved onto Kaeya’s lips looking down at Cherry’s narrowed and puzzled eyes.

“Let’s pretend to partner for Amornidum together,” he suggested. Cherry scoffed momentarily as Kaeya grunted in response.

“Together? Bro. What happens if I was planning on partnering with someone? Or if someone asked me already,” Cherry responded. Kaeya shot Cherry a deadpan expression.

“Did someone ask you?”

“…N-No.”

“Have you asked someone?”

“No…but I work with this lady in Liyue and I think this would be up her style bro! Liyuan always want to join in on this festival!” Cherry retorted. Kaeya sighed momentarily, clicking his tongue.

“How about, I pay you for the hassle? I’ll pay for your drinks at Angel Share for a month,” he suggested. Cherry narrowed their dark eyes at Kaeya, a grin slowly emerging on their pale face.

“You also pay for the special Valberry Spritz and ‘Love Potion’ cocktails turning the week of Amornidum and you might just have got a deal there buddy,” Cherry said. Kaeya sighed dramatically, the corner of his plush lips going up.

“Fine. It’s a good thing I’ve been saving up for an expensive date,” Kaeya replied. Cherry snorted, closing their eyes and tilting their head up.

“Expensive and sexy, thank you!” Cherry hummed. Kaeya laughed once more as the two finally made it to the Grandmaster’s office only to hear strange muffled noises coming from it. As Cherry opened their mouth, eyes wide about to yell out something. Kaeya pressed his finger against their lips quietly hushing them and guiding them back downstairs.

“The grandmaster can only celebrate during this time since she’s so busy. Let her and Lisa enjoy this,” he murmured. Cherry closed their mouth, nodding seemingly impressed with their bosses. Kaeya couldn’t deny though, part of him wished he was open enough to do that with Cherry.

As the sun rose high above the sun, Kaeya and Cherry—hand-in-hand—walked over to the town square as people waited in line at Flora’s usual stall. Instead of Flora, her older sister Fauna was working it—keeping track of the flower pairs they gave out to the couples.

Once you found a pair for Amornidum, two sweet flowers intertwined at the stems were cut and pinned onto the couple's clothing where it could be visibly seen. Those wanting a ribbon attached as well signaled to anyone that anyone could ask to be a part of their group once Amornidum started.

Kaeya heard rumors last year that there was an orgy up to 20 people with that teal ribbon, one man even passing away from being dehydrated throughout it.

As Cherry and Kaeya got into the log line, gasps echoed throughout town hall. Some groups pointed, holding their mouth shocked at the intimacy being shown by the pair. Others a flurry of curses escaped their lips, marching away in fury. Cherry only held onto Kaeya’s hand further, snuggling into the side of his arms watching daggers be thrown at them and chuckling for it.

“Oh, they absolutely hate my guts, I love it. This is a fun plan, Kaeya,” Cherry whispered. Kaeya didn’t notice the cattiness echoing through the square, only focused on how small Cherry’s hands were in his own. He could feel how soft, even dainty they were as he enveloped them as he softly squeeze trying to cement this feeling in his head. He didn’t want to forget this moment.

“Oh! Sir Kaeya and Assistant Cherry! It’s great to see you!” Fauna greeted, grabbing the pins. “I’m glad to see you, especially Kaeya! This is your first Amornidum participating right?”

Kaeya simply chuckled and shrugged.

“Yes, but it’s not all exciting as it seems. It’s just going to be like another week for us, right dear,” he cooed, eye focused on Cherry. Cherry simply smiled lifting their envelopes hands and kissing the palm of his dark-skinned palm.

“Yep!~ Exactly!” they responded. More gasps echoed out behind them as Fauna handed them the flowers.

“Will there be a ribbon for that, or are the flowers enough?” Fauna asked. Kaeya smiled, shaking his head and handing her the mora.

“No, no. I don’t think I could handle another from how insatiable this one gets,” he teased. Cherry grunted, rolling their eyes.

“Yeah, sure. As if we aren’t running on an hour of sleep because you wanted to go round after round last night,” Cherry retorted. Even though the two of you knew nothing happened, he could feel his cock twitching at the thought of it. Clearing his throat and offering an apologetic smile to Fauna, he pinned the intertwined sweet flowers on Cherry’s chest as they did the same. It was traditional to be where the heart is after all.

“Thanks so much for your busy! Please be sure to hydrate and have fun!” Fauna cheered. As Kaeya and Cherry left the line, his eye focused on the flower now pinned to him.

Part of him knew it was a simple flower but the other part feared the symbolism. He wanted nothing more but to have Cherry under him, panting, muttering his name repeatedly as he enjoyed him claiming them over and over again but he knew better than to fantasize. If Cherry knew what he truly was, the scar that still ghosted in pain when he thought about getting seriously close to another—it made the Frostwind Knight want to keep his shivering walls up. Yet, just like the warmth of spring, Cherry seemed to be there trying to melt his walls down—letting the flowers finally appear that was hidden deep beneath the snow.

“That was so fucking funny! …Hey, you listening?” Cherry murmured. Kaeya looked back down at Cherry, putting his head on their soft pink hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine. We truly put on a show for the ages.”

It was a day before Amornidum began. The children, patrolling knights, and nonparticipants were now in Springvale enjoying the flower festival and the Winds of the West bringing warmth back to Mondstadt while Amornidum participants began celebrating the eve of love.

Angel Share was filled to the brim, as Diluc and Charles manned the bars trying to take the rush of orders coming in. Kaeya managed to get a table early for him and Cherry, placing a glass of ‘Love Potion’ towards them.

“Third drink already? You're going to make me go broke,” Kaeya teased, taking a sip from his Valberry Spritz. Cherry simply laughed, cheeks flushed as they banged in the wooden table.

“Awww come on, you love me. Plus, this will probably be the last one I have tonight. It’s not like we’re actually gonna fuck when midnight hits so this will help me fall asleep in the meantime!” Cherry shouted out. Kaeya chuckled, feeling buzzed as well as he downed the rest of his drink.

A sly smirk emerged on the drunkard's face as he leaned into Cherry’s face.

“I mean, don’t you want to fuck me? I thought that was the appeal. You’d become the ‘most famous bachelor’ of Mondstadt or whatever,” Kaeya, lowly murmured into their ear. Cherry simply took a sip, trying to hide their smirk creeping up on their lips.

“Oh? Maybe it’s the other way around. I mean, you asked me to do this for you after all. Was it sublime because you actually wanted to hear me moaning your name, hm?~” Cherry cooed. Maybe that was it after all, but he didn’t want to admit that now—especially seeing the coy expression on their face.

Kaeya simply leaned in closer, noses touching one another. He knew Cherry would probably back up and make a joke about it now and drop the issue he’s made for himself.

“But don’t think I haven’t seen your eyes look at my lips all night. Drunk you is very easy to see your desires, my dear Cherry,” he whispered. A small pout crept on Cherry’s face as they quickly grabbed their mug finishing the remaining alcohol in there.

“Oh yeah? Watch this!” they shouted.

Kaeya’s eye widened feeling their hands brush against their cheek quickly pulling them into a kiss. The sweetest from the Love Potion cocktail remained on their lips, as a low moan escaped him. His hands grabbed onto their waist, bringing them in closer—their legs parting so he could pull them in even deeper.

Around them, people shouted and whistled at their pair, watching Cherry’s hands slide down and snake up his toned chest hidden beneath his white peasant shirt.

“For Archons sake,” Diluc grumbled handing Rosaria a drink, seeing his brother and colleague making out in the corner.

“It’s not even midnight yet,” Rosaria grumbled and sighed. Venti merely laughed, wrapping a ribbon onto his flower.

“I mean didn't we see this coming? Let’s be happy for them!” Venti laughed!

Kaeya moaned once more, grinding into Cherry’s core, body completely hot, wanting nothing more but to hold them closer and deeper until the world turn black.

Kaeya woke up hearing rustling beside him. He groaned, feeling his head pound hard in his head slowly opening his eyes to see the bright sunlight pouring into his room. He shifted his head, sobering up immediately after watching Cherry’s nude form escape the sheets of his bed. They looked back at him, an unreadable expression on their face—also clearly uncover and tired.

Hickies covered their neck, chest, and thighs. It was safe to assume he had the same marks as well.

“…I’m going to go shower now. Let’s just…forget this happened, alright?” Cherry murmured walking off. Kaeya laid in his bed, looking back up at the ceiling.

He didn’t know if this was a curse or a blessing.

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hyetiny · 3 years

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c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often.

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy.

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”.

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach. “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.”

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically.

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth.

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

#ateez smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang smut #ateez reactions

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hyunjilicious · 4 years

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100 ways to say ‘I love you’ Christmas Edition [bucky barnes]

Summary: it’s pretty self explanatory, I guess. (FLUFF) 1.6k

Warnings: absolutely none, just Bucky being cute, awkward and madly in love with you!!

In 2018, you were in Namibia, hunting down an American terrorist that had been on the run for the better part of the year. In 2019, the avengers were scattered around the globe, executing a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of mission that ended long after the new year began. But this year, all of your friends were home. For the first time in years, the Stark Tower was shining from top to bottom with Christmas lights, carols echoing down all of its long, secluded hallways. It was the first time you'd get to actually spend the night of 24th of December with your true family. That is, if you made it in time. Back on December 19th, you and Bucky got stuck in the depths of Louisiana, with absolutely no means of communication, let alone transportation. You decided to make the best out of the situation and turn it into a road trip, but time flew by so much faster than expected, that it was now 2:13 pm on Christmas eve, and you and Bucky were sprinting down the snow covered empty highways of the east coast, dead set on making it home in time. He wasn't that eager to get back and tried to get you to rent a hotel room and spend the night alone, but you weren't having it. He huffed and puffed about not giving a shit about Christmas, but it was the first one he could celebrate with people that loved him, in over 70 years. With every motel that you passed, he'd turn and look at you from the passenger seat, begging you to stop. You didn't even consider it. You wanted him to have the full Christmas experience. A storm was brewing and you were whiteknuckling the steering wheel, fighting back the urge to yawn for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. After driving for 7 hours straight, you were close to passing out, but nowhere near ready to give up. "Pull over, love" he smiled, grabbing your thigh, "Let me drive. I'll wake you up when we arrive"

And of course Bucky refused to decorate. You spent the better half of the day rummaging through boxes and looking up diy tutorials on the Internet, doing your absolute best to make your bedroom as cozy and Christmasy as possible. Candles were scattered all over the furniture, their soft light and delicate cinnamon scent filling up the room, a small Santa Claus figurine was sitting neatly by the window, garlands dripped from every corner and your Christmas playlist was on shuffle for probably the 4th time that day. As you kept busy, lowkey exasperated whenever one ornament didn't fit in as planned, Bucky laid on the bed, making nasty comments with every chance he got. He complained about the music, said the room was too hot, that the candles made his nose feel funny and not for a second did he stop begging you to drop the fucking decorating and join him in bed. You didn't wanna hear it. You kept going, bringing in box after box of ornaments, each one making Bucky more and more frustrated.

"Buck!" you whined, turning around in your hands a little remote controlled reindeer. "His leg is stuck... he keeps falling"

"Throw it into the trash" he scoffed, plopping down on his back and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Of course you didn't listen to him. "No..." you mumbled, more to yourself. You sounded like a child, but you didn't care. Instead, you just sat down on the edge of the bed, all your attention focused on the broken toy in your hands, "I'll fix it somehow"

"Just throw the goddamned thing away, Y/n" he groaned, "Only on my nightstand there are other 3. We got enough"

You just shook your head, focused on getting the reindeer to walk again. It was no use. You got no utensils and your nails were threatening to break as you kept trying to open up his battery container. 5 minutes of painful silence followed, ending with you finally giving up, "I'll just put something under his leg and use it as a decoration" you whimpered, legitimately heartbroken over the toy.

"Fuck, just come here. Give it to me. I'll fix the damn thing for you"

Your heart swelled up, "Really?"

"Yeah..." Bucky sighed, grabbing a screwdriver out of his nightstand and picking up the toy. "Master assassin and I'm fixing toys" he mumbled under his breath and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

Your version of paradise started just when you arrived at the tower on Christmas Eve. Bucky did as promised and then offered you a weak smile, full of warmth as he helped you out of the car when he parked in front of the Tower. You were beaming with excitement for the days that were to come. When the next morning arrived, you were sipping your coffee on the balcony, waiting for everyone to wake up so that you could all start unwrapping the presents. When the door opened you didn't expect Bucky to come out, as he never - ever, failed to sleep until noon, if given the chance. But there he was, wrapped in one of your comfy blankets, padding over to you with a coffee mug in his hand. When he reached you, he opened his arms and welcomed you against his chest, closing his hold around your body and engulfing you in the warmth of the blanket. It didn't take long until you noticed the little paper bag lodged under the elastic of his sweats, and when you asked about it, he cursed himself for ruining the surprise. He handed you the bag, and urged you to open it, insisting that it wasn't your present. When you did, your eyes landed on a knitted bunny clutching a heart to its chest. "An old lady was selling these a few weeks ago at a boutique I saw while waiting for you to meet me. I know you love to call me Bucky Bunny because you know how much I hate it. I forgot about it and came across it this morning at the bottom of my bag while searching for my charger. Now I think its stupid, a dumb rabbit and his eyes are a little bit fucked up, but he's cute and it reminded me of you, so here you go"

As much love as some of you had for the holiday, it still wasn't enough to convince the whole group to actually watch a Christmas movie. So, in true avenger spirit, you all decided to watch Terminator. After finishing dinner, you all scattered around the Tower. Some people left to change in more comfortable clothes, some helped clean up the kitchen, and some, like Bucky and Thor, remained in the living room, plopped in the middle of the couch, fangirling over Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting and the great sense of humour of the 90s. Eventually everyone gathered around them, you and Wanda being the last ones to show up. She cuddled against Vision's side, but Bucky was lodged in between Thor and Steve, and there was no way you'd ever ask any of them to move. Seeing you eye an open spot, Bucky waved you over as he stood up. "Here, take my seat". You wanted to object but he didn't want to hear it. Eventually, you sat down, and so did he, on the floor, right in front of you. Nonchalantly, Bucky pulled your legs apart and settled between them, with his back against the couch. He gathered your Christmas themed sock clad feet into his lap and rested his head against your knee as the movie began.

And like any other Christmas dinner, of course yours wasn't an exception. Natasha's recipe for apple pie was by definition the best that ever blessed the earth and none of the attendees was any stranger to that. Considering how many of you there were, as you made a point of spending the end of the year together, 2 batches had to be made. It was hectic, everyone fuzzing around the Tower, preparations on tow the whole day. And of course there would be repercussions for the chaotic atmosphere, but you'd only find out about them later. After burning through the first meal courses of the evening, it was finally time for her sweet delicacy to grace the table. Natasha neatly placed the two pies on either end of the table, proudly announcing you could all dig in. Bucky was seated to your right, and he unlike you, managed to grab a piece of pie from the first batch. You didn't think too much of it, until you started eating yours, only to realise the bottom was burned. Despite all of you trying to assure Natasha that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, she promised she'd make another one tomorrow. The night carried on as planned, but no matter how much you tried to push away the thought, you couldn't help but feel bitter about missing out on the good pie. Just when you were about to come to your senses and realise what a dumb reason for you to get upset that was, Bucky sent you text, asking you to come to the bedroom. Curious as to what this could have been about, you hurried upstairs and burst into the room, nearly crashing into Bucky's chest. He slammed the door behind you and handed you his plate - his slice of pie only halfway eaten. "I saved you a piece. These are jackals, I had to hide it. Dig in before anyone comes!"

On December 27th the buzz was starting to die down. When you put up the lights in your bedroom, Bucky said they could stay on for two days and two days only, and you reluctantly agreed to make a compromise. Just this time. The time to turn them off came last night, and since he offered to let them on until the morning, you felt like an unreasonable little shit if you were to ask him to turn them on again. It was about 7pm and you were two seasons deep in The X Files, and Wanda asked for your help. Bucky pulled out his phone and assured you he wouldn't watch ahead until you got back. It took you about 30 to help your friend with her problem, and when you returned to your room, confusion washed over you. The Christmas lights were on and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" he grunted.

You turned around to see him behind you, standing in the doorway, two cocoa mugs in his hands, "I made these cause I know you like them. And I wanted to surprise you with the lights but vision is a dumbass and forgot to text me and tell me when you were almost done"

"So she didn't actually need help folding the bed sheets?" you laughed, endeared by his antics.

"Of course she didn't" Bucky shook his head, handing you one of the mugs, "She's not an imbecile"

"Oh my god" you giggled in disbelief as you sat down on the bed.

"I'll squirt shit nuggets out of my ass for two days, so please tell me at least I got the recipe right"

He was so adorable, anxiously waiting for you to taste the cocoa he just made. "It's so good!" you rolled your eyes in pleasure, taking another sip, "Thank you, you're too sweet, Buck"

"Yeah, I know-" he chuckled, grabbing the mug from your palm and placing it on the nightstand. "I got one more present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands"

"No, Buck-" you whined, "I didn't get you anything else-"

He dismissed your words in an instant and kissed your lips, before guiding your hands up. You opened them up and closed your eyes, curious about what he could have gotten you. First, you heard him shuffle around the bed, and then you felt something rather itchy touch your palms. You nearly burst into laughter when you realised it was his chin.

"Ok, open your eyes"

And as you did so, your eyes landed on Bucky's face, as he had placed his head on your hands. He was wearing a tiara with reindeer ears, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're my present?" you beamed, throwing yourself against his chest.

"My face is the present-" he corrected you. "Guess what it does. Take your leggings off and you'll find out"

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reogou · 4 years

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Dating HCs with Kotaro Bokuto

pairing: kotaro bokuto x fem!reader

genre: fluff, nsfw at the end

warning/s: nsfw, smut, pegging, finger-fucking (?), overstimulation

a/n: this is for @janellion for her prize! I'm so sorry it took me so long to make your prize 😭! I think the nsfw was a lot longer than the sfw, just like what you wanted. i hope you enjoy this! ily bb!

credits: to @westxrlund for the header’s bg

SFW

Relationship with this owl is tiring but fun. For real. You will have no sleep. You will literally wake up at 3 am because he messages you to say he misses you.

3 am escapades are your relationship goals. He's craving for ice cream? He'll message you in the middle of the night that he'll be there in front of your doorstep in 15 minutes. You miss him? He'll take you to the beach and will make you sit in front of the car while he wraps his arms around your waist, sharing both of your favourite drink while staring at the sea.

But maybe if he's too lazy to drive, movie marathon in the living room while watching your favourite movie with a single blanket covering the both of you. Or if you want to, he'll cuddle you in bed if you cannot sleep.

But if there's an important event tomorrow, like a practice or official match or exam, you'll be the one to make him go to sleep or study because this man has no limits in his clinginess. Baby just want hugs and cuddles please spare him from the pain of having to study-

But even if he's clingy sometimes, he does know that school and match is important. He, after all, wants to become successful for you and your future together.

When you're inside the school, little notes and love letters are never forgotten when it comes to Bo. He'll slid in small notes inside your locker or your bag after you both finished eating lunch together. This man, despite his chaotic self, has good penmanship. And y'all can't tell me otherwise. Though there might be a few messy strokes here and there.

His notes and letters are a bit over the top but that's what you love about him. Though all the contents of it are just him telling you how beautiful you are and how much you love him or just some lame pick-up lines or vines he thought of or saw in the internet.

Mornings with him will probably consist of you being awake so early in the morning because Bokuto wants to jog with you. I swear your legs would be dead by the end of your jog because of how far this man jogs.

This guy loves to eat your cooking. May it be good or bad, he won't let the chance slip of getting to taste the food you cooked no matter how bad it is.

Also, expect music marathon with him too. You'll both be sharing a single earphone while eating chips and reading books or blasting them in the speakers while you two dance under the afternoon sunlight from the windows.

He knows you love reading so when he became a professional player, he uses some of his money sometimes to buy you books you're dying to buy. Will also bring you in a reading café so you both could read while chilling.

During summer, expect beach dates too. He will invite his friends over to go on a vacation with the both of you for a week or two. He loves barbecue so there'll be like barbecue party every two days. Will sneak inside you out on the shore to invite you over a walk by the sea.

Texting with Bo is sweet and funny sometimes. But often times, you just send cheesy text to each other or he'll just send you random funny videos or memes he saved on his phone.

You always make sure to be on his every game to support him and cheer for him. Everytime he scores, his names escapes your lips in a shout to show your undying support for him. Whenever he feels down, you always make sure to cheer him up so that he wouldn't sulk during the game. You are his energizer and personal cheerleader after all. When the game ends, hugging him has always been a ritual for the both of you. If they won the game, you always give him a kiss in the lips as a reward. However, if they lost, your shoulders are always ready for him to cry on while you calm him by running your hands on his back.

Whenever he's down, ice cream with you is always the solution for him. Sitting on the couch while you both enjoy the cold sweet treat as he snuggle close to you and become the small spoon have always been perfect for him.

But of course, there's no such thing as perfect relationship. There will always be a time where you both will have a fight or a misunderstanding, and during those times, you both try your hardest to understand each other and explain both of your sides. Bokuto doesn't like fighting with you. Because he believes it's pointless. But even so, whenever you two got into a fight, Bokuto may be pissed and you may be angry too, but a day or two of clearing up the both of your heads has always been the answer. After a day or two, one of you will step out of their comfort zone and say sorry to the other, depending on who's fault it is.

NSFW

warning/s: please be warned that after this note, nsfw content will greet you. Read at your own risk.

As calm as you both are in the outside, sex with Bokuto was never vanilla. You both always manage to spice things up weather it may be major suck as blindfold or minor such as changing positions. And you always love it. After all, this man has big d energy and you can prove it down there.

His favourite position is you, on all fours, while he rams his cock inside you. He likes seeing your sweaty back, just like how you love his back too. The way your back arc when he hits that sweet spot inside you, he loves seeing it so much, resulting to him pounding you even harder than he already is.

Most times, he likes it sweet and slightly slow. The first time you did it, he was so slow and caring that it was the best experience for you. He likes to see you squirm beneath him while you moan in pleasure, sometimes begging him to go faster. Of course, he would give it to you since he wants you to feel pleasure.

However, this guy can also be so so rough when it comes to the sheets. He'll be ramming his cock deep inside your wet cavern until you can't say anything other than chant his name over and over again. Marks and bruises would be present on your hips and neck cause why not? He loves marking you.

Overstimulation? You got it. This man can make you come almost two times just by his fingers alone. The squelching sounds motivating him to go deeper until he hits that spongy spot you love the most.

He can also be a little shit sometimes. Teasing you by brushing his fingers to your overstimulated front, giving you orgasm denial just so he can see those pretty crystalline tears rolling down your cheeks.

He loves putting hickies all over your body. So much. He will literally bite you everywhere just so he can gaze up and stare at his beautiful handiwork. He also have sensitive neck, and the first time you bit him on the neck, a loud whine escaped his lips from the pleasure.

Sexts is also an often occurrence in your relationship. When he feels horny and you're not together, he would text you in ungodly hours and will tell you how much he misses the feeling of your walls around his fat cock. You would shush him, saying its inappropriate to send horney text, but one message from his commanding you to take off all of your clothes and send him a lewd photo was all it took for you to get horny and obey him. You both end up on a video call while you masturbate and he watches you, hands palming the beast under his boxers as his eyes ogled on your fingers thrusting in and out of your hole, lewd expressions forming on your face.

He's a dom, all the way through. But he has a dirty little secret that he hides from you. He can't see you dominating him, but it's not really impossible. Bokuto hides it, but he's curious about pegging. He had so search the meaning of it in google and when he knew what it meant, he lowkey got hard when he imagined it. You, behind him, while wrecking him with tat straps of yours.

He knows how much of a sub you are, that's why he hid at most of the time. When he tried to tell you about it while you two were cuddling on the bed after 3 rounds, you were a bit shocked. You? Dominating him? Bokuto, who's a hard dom? You were stunned. So shocked that you can only nod your head when he asked you if you're okay with it.

The first time you two did it, Bokuto was so shy that you have to come out of your shell and convince him that it's okay. You both don't know what to do, but Bokuto did some research to help the both of you.

When you put on the strap, it was kinda...awkward and uncomfortable at first. Add the fact that you don't know how to put it on, Bokuto have to help you. When you get somewhat used to it, you reached for the bottle of lube and squirt a good amount on your hands.

Bokuto was lying on his stomach in front of you, his ass high up to help you somehow. When you pressed your fingers on his puckered hole, he jolted in surprise that you almost jumped to. Once he was calmed down, you started spreading the lube around his hole and slowly inserted your finger.

Bo's moan was so good, so erotic that it made your cunt wet just by hearing his moans. When you started thrusting your finger in and out, his moans got more louder from the new pleasure he's feeling. After a while, his hole started relaxing and it was now super easy to insert your finger inside him.

You tried to insert another finger, attempting to imitate his motion when he's the one finger-fucking you. And the reaction made your hole clench, your juices dripping down the strap on your hips. Once Bokuto gave you the go sign that he's already prep enough, you started inserting the dildo inside him.

As first it was a bit hard, since it was your first time and you're still not used to using the strap. But when you found his hole at last, you started inserting the dildo inside him. A loud moan escaped Bokuto's lips, one that's so erotic that even porn actors would envy. It was so erotic, so cute that you got lost in the moment and inserted almost half of it in, making him squirm below you. When he looked over his shoulder to tell you to be more gentle, his face was full of tears, cheeks so red from crying and from too much pleasure he's feeling.

You can't help but to feel so good and started fucking him, but still in a slow way so as to not hurt him any further. His moans were echoing on the four corners of the room, so lewd and so good that you can't help but to thrust a little bit faster. The whole experience was so fun and enjoyable to you even though it was a bit uncomfortable using the strap. But it was worth it nonetheless, since you get to see another side of Bo that you've never seen before.

But man, the aftermath was that your hips and legs were hurting so much as well as your back when you both finished. It was so painful that all you could do was lay on bed. Bokuto felt a little guilty but you assured him that you're okay and that it wasn't his fault. To make up for it, he decided to eat you out.

You were on your back, your legs spread apart as Bokuto dived in on your cunt and licked your clit, making you squirm. He held your thighs firmly to keep them apart and started fucking you using his tongue. The pleasure was so good that tears started forming on the corners of your eyes as Bokuto pleasured you.

Bokuto has always been so good in using his tongue that it was not a surprise that you squirted on your 3rd orgasm. He doesn't want to tire you even more so he stopped and cleaned you up before lying beside you and pulling you close to him, naked bodies locked together between his strong arms.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years

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OBEY ME! LESSON 47 DETAILED SUMMARY + THEORIES

The lesson starts with Simeon and Levi laughing over how Lucifer forgot Diavolo in the game. Belphie complains about what a pain in the ass it was cause Lucifer made Belphie and some of the others go back into the game to get Diavolo and how Belphie had to start with the party at the beginning and so was unable to straight away teleport them to the castle and how as it was the second play through everything was harder and how diavolo had been so pissed he’d given them all the silent treatment, though Belphie did end up chuckling about how much that had freaked out Lucifer. Belphie says that as an apology Lucifer had finished all of Diavolo’s paper work and given him a free day off so Diavolo would be visiting. Levi says that he’ll be shutting himself in his room then and when MC asks about it Levi says that it’s not like Diavolo is coming to see him and it’s not like he cares about seeing Diavolo either. That truthfully he doesn’t really like Diavolo all that much cause he’s too serious and scary and cause they share no interests so Diavolo won’t have any idea what Levi talks about and how he’s scared he’ll say something dumb in front of him and piss Lucifer off. He makes MC promise him to him away from Diavolo. Belphie says that you shouldn’t spend time with a person you don’t like anyway. Simeon says that maybe you should take the opportunity to get to know a person better before you decide whether you like them. MC can agree with either Simeon or Belphie. Simeon then gets a call from Lucifer asking him to send the other 3 home cause Diavolo has gone missing.

At home Belphie says maybe Diavolo actually ran away from home to freak out Lucifer as revenge for the whole game thing. Satan and Beel greet them at the door. Satan to show them something funny and Beel to get one of Simeon’s sandwiches from Belphie. Satan takes them to the living room where Lucifer is pacing and screaming down the phone at Barbatos, yelling about not being able to find anything yet and demanding Barbatos calls him the second something turn up and if he can’t get to him then one of the others, before keeping the call and trying to figure out who else he can call and traumatise. Mammon is trying to get Lucifer to sit down and calm down and breath for fuck’s sake. Mammon gets yelled at for his efforts cause how the fuck can Lucifer calm down when Diavolo is missing. Except, yeah Diavolo might follow a stranger if they offer him candy, but y’know Diavolo’s an ancient incredibly powerful being I’m sure Lucifer can afford to calm down a little but whatever. Mammon tries to get MC to calm Lucifer down and honestly I love Mammon so much he’s such a good brother is2g. If Mc commands Lucifer to stay he um “EEKs”? and then blushes about the sound he just made (I’m not into romancing Lucifer at all but am I the only one who thinks he’s turned on by MC’s power over him despite his whole Sadistic Dom personality? It happened once or twice in the very beginning of S2 as well) According to Asmo while Diavolo had been going through the portal to the human world Barbatos, who has the flu, had sneezed and now they have no idea where in the human world Diavolo ended up. With the saddest expression Lucifer says, “Oh Diavolo, where have you gone!?” and I’m??? You want me to let MC come in between that!!? Lowkey wish OM! Did something like the Arcana where when MC picks a LI, a couple of the remaining LI get together. In every version where MC doesn’t pick Lucifer I desperately want him and Diavolo to get together and in the versions that MC picks either Lucifer or Diavolo I want there to be the option for the three of them to be in a poly relationship, pls. MC asks why they can’t just call Diavolo and Mammon says they’ve tried a bunch of times but being unable to. Levi says he knows someone who might be able to help

Levi takes them all to his room and Asmo is in tears as he tells levi it’s fine if his friend is imaginary cause asmo has a lot of imaginary friends – aka in his words first he imagines a beautiful man and then a beautiful woman and then well he imagines them all fucking and the fact that this otome game has 11 LIs and not a single one of them is straight is just…beautiful. I’m so happy wtf. Levi insits his friend exists and when MC says they believe him he says that even if he makes other friends that won’t displace MC’s role as his friend. Lucifer tells him to cut the BS. And it’s Alexa!? Levi introduces them to fucking Alexa and I’m screaming sir pls. It’s called Crowe here though and he completely dismisses MC’s “fnkfjkjdjkjkdvjkfd pls tell me you understand wtf that actually is” by saying how Crowe is always up to talk to Levi about any interest Levi brings up and the rest of the brothers are greatly impressed while MC goes through a crisis in the corner. Beel asks if there’s a little person inside it who talks and casts spells. Belphie while blushing asks if he can talk to crowe and I can’t fucking believe after 3 seasons MC’s gonna be replaced by fucking Alexa. Belphie asks crowe if it’s Levi’s friends and gets a “If you say so” which Levi gets really excited about and what it likes about levi and gets “how he’s able to turn everything into a negative thing” which levi takes as a compliment and this is really sad guys but then again I did once spend weeks trying to get Siri to agree to date me so… Belphie then asks Crowe to turn Lucifer into a rabbit, it obviously doesn’t work. Levi asks crowe where Lord diavolo is and MC becomes increasingly more annoyed at being the only sane person in the room. Crowe obviously doesn’t know how to answer that.

Asmo asks about the sensitive spots on Lucifer’s body (wtf asmo c’mon) and Satan asks for Lucifer’s weaknesses, Crowe answers with “I’m sorry. I can’t answer that” which the brothers take to mean that crowe knows but is refusing to say. Lucifer threatens him to keep quiet and Crowe says he understands, Belphie is upset that Lucifer threatened crowe and Levi says he made Crowe sad. All the while MC is losing their mind and insisting that Crowe’s just tech, while the brothers all ignore and talk over them. In what is probably a fit of jealous rage MC commands the brothers to all sit the fuck down and explains to them that crowe really is just an electronic device. Levi refuses to believe them and insists Crowe is his friend. This somehow leads to Levi giving crowe Diavolo’s phone number and Crowe tracking his phone and Lucifer remembers “oh yeah shit missing boyfriend”. They end up in a karaoke bar. The sweet relieved smile on Lucifer’s face when they find him is everything. Diavolo asks how he looks dressed as a human and MC compliments him. Mammon scolds Diavolo for worrying them and Asmo says he feels silly to have been so worried now, Lucifer tries to herd Diavolo back home but Diavolo says he can’t go cause a note on the door (in devildom script) says the room is cursed and only allows you to exit once you get a 100% score on the karaoke machine. Asmo’s pissed cause he has a spa/salon appointment, Levi has a gamin event, Beel has a buffet and Satan’s pissed cause he wanted to think up of more cat related hashtags he could try searching up and I’m- Lucifer says it’ll be easier to do the task than try to break the curse using magic and Diavolo agrees. Belphie says Diavolo looks way too happy. And look I’m just gonna say it now cause we ALL know it – Diavolo’s definitely behind this and using it as some way to hang out with the others.

Asmo’s happy about being able to sing karaoke and Levi complains but is also searching for anime songs so. Belphie and MC think the situation is strange cause doesn’t being in the human world mean this shit doesn’t happen to them anymore? Diavolo says the bar is owned by the three legged crow group (aka yatagarasu) – the Devildom’s largest holdings company and developers of the D.D.D.. Their mascot (Blackjak) is one of the chat stickers. Diavolo’s the majority shareholder of the company. They’ve been expanding to the human world as well, mostly because of demand from sorcerers and witches. They also developed crowe, with Levi having a prototype. Levi realising crowe’s not a real person starts crying (and wiping his face on Satan’s clothes) about crowe got him tickets for a band and how cause Levi thought crowe also liked them he made sure to buy two tickets for both him and crowe and I’m just this is so sad. MC takes the opportunity to sweep in and say y’know I’m your friend and hold Levi’s hand to which Levi blushes and thanks them. Crowe’s the one hosting the Karaoke and says if one person manages a 100 score everyone can leave and that to make things interesting he’ll be throwing in some surprises. Crowe: All right then, party on! Diavolo: PARTY ON!!!!! :D Lucifer: *SIGH*

Asmo goes first cause he’s the best singer they have, Levi complains about Asmo being good at everything when he has nothing and MC teases him about being the Avatar of Envy. Asmo nails the first part of the song but in the interlude as one of crowe’s surprises Asmo starts hearing his fans screaming to him (which no one else can hear) and starts the second part a bit late so his score is 88. As punishment for not scoring a 100 Crowe kills Asmo. Or rather he sends him to be tortured till someone is able to score 100 and set him free. Lucifer, as expected, is not pleased. Levi is excited about how this is suddenly a game of life or death. Lucifer is very much not pleased with that. Diavolo’s also extremely pleased. Lucifer’s going through it. Mammon (who was so busy picking out a song that he didn’t notice one of his brothers got kidnapped) volunteers to go next. Though he’s not as good as Asmo he’s apparently a very good singer and once sang lead vocals in a band at RAD. Mammon chooses a love Ballad “Even if I wind up as a demon, I’ll always love you” and oh baby… the brothers immediately realise Mammon fucked up when choosing the song, Diavolo goes ??? and MC ignores them all to do what they always do best and that’s to be Mammon’s #1 cheerleader (still can’t get over how much MC took charge and planned everything during Mammon’s bday event and had the brothers start giving him his little presents/notes a whole week before the actual date, when in every other bday event they just took a backseat role and let the others plan and fix everything up while they distracted the bday person. Whether you ship them together or not you gotta agree Mammon’s got a real special place in MC’s heart.) Anyway MC cheers Mammon on and Mammon blushes and stutters and then refuses to sing the song cause he realises he just picked to sing a love song in front of the person he’s in love with and tries to switch his song last minute. But cause he completely missed his cue to start he gets scored 0 and sent to hell. Satan says Mammon should be fine cause he’s used to that sort of thing. Diavolo: :D WOW :D THIS :D IS :D TERRIBLE :D ! :D Lucifer: Really, cause your face is saying something else entirely…

They all sit silently looking sad for a bit. Lucifer says Asmo & Mammon were their best chances of getting out with perfect scores, satan wonders (with a sad expression) where they are and what’s been done to them. Levi says let’s be real Asmo’s probably getting off rn. Lucifer says they need to focus on who’s here rn and getting out. Diavolo volunteers to go next and Lucifer shuts him down, Diavolo whines about it. MC asks if it’s cause Diavolo is the heir and they can’t risk losing him. Lucifer agrees. Diavolo reluctantly agrees but in exchange he wants Beel & Belphie to sing next together cause he once heard them at a RAD festival and they were amazing. Beel starts ordering everything on the menu. Lucifer says if they harmonize they might be able to get a perfect score. The twins sing perfectly together and Dia & Luci are beaming until Beel’s food order finally arrives by materializing on the table all Hogwarts style and well you can guess what happens then. Lucifer seems uncharacteristically rattled and upset by all this and I mean yeah he has to slowly watch his family disappear in front of his eyes while he’s unable to do anything about it – this is probably his worst nightmare. Plus if they don’t get out chances are he’s gonna end up stuck in a tiny room for the rest of his life so

They’re silent and sad for a bit till Satan says that Levi sings a lot of karaoke alone in his room. Levi says it’s not really karaoke and that he just puts on his headphones and sings along with the opening but also how does satan know that!? And satan says, well who doesn’t know that and Levi freaks out and turn to MC and they’re like lol yeah sorry and Levi freaks out more and wishes for death while Diavolo very happily says that Levi must be very talented and that he’d love to hear it someday and Levi starts floundering and deflecting. Satan says Levi shouldn’t be so modest cause usually when they go out to karaoke he doesn’t let any of them leave till he’s sung all his anime songs and Diavolo asks if Levi’s being shy cause he’s there. Levi blushes while Diavolo keeps complimenting him and encouraging him to sing and MC remembering their promise to Levi bails him out by basically saying he’d be too nervous around new people to get a perfect score and Diavolo lets it drop after Levi agrees with them. Satan’s need to leave and watch cat videos becomes too great and he volunteers and Lucifer happily encourages him. Diavolo gets closer to MC and says so did you do something to Lucifer again? Had one of your therapy sessions? And MC teases and says maybe. Diavolo happily says he knew o=it cause usually Lucifer isn’t willing to admit how highly he thinks of Satan and he actually calls MC a “family therapist” and I’m so glad someone finally said it, at this point MC should be getting paid is2g. Satan sings his favourite ballad and Diavolo compliments his singing while Lucifer just compliments Satan as a person in general for striving to do his best in everything and facing challenges with a cool head. Diavolo laughs about how much praise Lucifer’s giving out and Lucifer says he’s just stating the truth. Lucifer says satan should get a 100 until the tv starts showing cat videos, Lucifer yells at satan to not get distracted and satan is able to resist it until it starts showing a pile of sleepy kittens curled up together, who are starting to doze off. It’s too much for satan to stops the song to coo at them, he gets an 83 and is taken away. Levi says that even though it was fun at first he’s starting to get scared. Diavolo asks if Lucifer wants to go next.

#obey me spoilers #my posts #my theories #obey me #obey me!#swd obey me #shall we date? obey me!#obey me shall we date

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hongism · 3 years

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Hyello, okay so. I don't have the emotional energy to take in and discuss everything in that chapter so imma just gush over the info cause I am a ✨whore✨ for world building.

So obviously MOC SPOILER

hi bestie HELLO guess WHO!!! finally ANSWering!!! altho im gonna answer separately and space everything out all Neatly bc im all over the place so strap IN we’re going on an moc RIDE!

THERE'S A WHOLE SIREN COMMUNITY?! AND YN AND IT MUST BE WOOYOUNG WERE FRIENDS? SIRENS HAVE A FULLY FLEDGE COMMUNITY WITH PRIESTS AND SCHOOLS AND MULTUOLE CITIES TO SOME EXTEND??? MAYBE EVEN AN ENTIRE PLANET WITH SIRENS MAYBE THEIR ORIGIN PLANET? HOW MANY TYPES OF SIRENS ARE THERE AND IN THE COMMUNITY HOW DTRICT ARE THE DIFFERENT ROLES?!?! ALSO DOES THE SIREN COMMUNITY ALLOW FOR DIFFERENT TYPES OF SIRENS TO BE TOGETHER? OBVIOUSLY THEY SHOULD BUT ARE THE CHILDREN THEN HYBRID TYPES, LIKE WHEN WE GET BLUED DARK SKIND BABIES OR CAN A SKREN ONLY BE ONE TYPE. WHAT POWERS DO SIRENS HAVE AND DOES THE POWERS REFLECT THEIR PERSONALITY AND DO THE DIFFERENT TYOES LEAN TOWARDS CERTAIN JOBS. LIKE WE JUST LESRNED THE OCEAN GOTTA BE PRIESTS BUT MOON ISNT STRICT WHAT ABOUT FIRE. AND IS YN INSTIC TO PULL OUT A HEART CAUDE HER PERSONALITT, TRSUMA OR IS IT RELATED TO THE MOON. ALSO CAUSE ITS A RED MOON WHICH IS COMMONLY A BLOOD MOON, IS YN THEN A SPECIAL MOON SIREN AND THATS WHY HER POWERS ARE STEONGER OR HER INSTICTS TO USE THEM ARE STORNGER BUT THEN THE MILITARY FUCKED HER UP. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now this is the thing im biting my tongue on SO HARD bc it’s my favorite aspect of the world building and the universe and everything involved in it bUTIHDFKJG THERS SO MUCH I WANNA SAYYYYYYYYYY in short that one dream sequence holds more hints and information than ANYTHING from previous chapters, i think that it’s probably the MOST IMPORTANT dream to date. while we’ve seen some crazy ones in the past, this one is both the biggest hint and the biggest window into y/n’s past by FARRRR. even tho that whole scene was dialogue i think there’s so much to pick up on from it and so much to see and learn from it and it’s one of my faves bc there’s so much to unpack from it !!

Like yes the story and the development is freaking ✨yes✨ I love it. Genuinely think moc should be released as books. But I just cannot deal with the emotions rn.

But also now all I'm going to be thinking about how many sirens are actually out there. And if yn knew her parents and wasn't just an orphan the military found in the streets... How the fuck did she end up in the military grasps. What happened to her parents what happened to the community, is it still out there? Guess I gotta go back and reread the galaxies and the backstories, obviously I must have missed or have forgotten something. Ugh how the puzzle pieces are puzzling (or something). Moc is a drug and I'm not going sober anytime soon

(obviously you don't have to respond to my questions, this is more just an insight into the spiralling of theories going on in my mind)

releasing moc as books? a dream and a half, i can say that much slkjdlgkjlkf but back to the sirens... how many are out there? we heard early on that hongjoong was looking for ‘the last five’ but then seonghwa debunked that and said that was a mistranslation over time that was passed down and such, but beyond that, we don’t really know much about sirens as a whole? there are some hints in the galaxies and planet descriptions but if that dream sequence is a puzzle, i would say we have a handful of pieces that can be put into place based on what we’ve learned so far!!!!

Okay I lied, I am ready to unpack a little of the ✨emotions✨

When hongjoong explained that hwa tried to stop San only for San to detain him and in a sense make him watch the scene unfold. And then realising hwa had to go through that again, only being even more helpless. I don't doubt hwa loves San, but to see the events happening again, with someone he clearly loves as much as he does yn even if he also loves joong, and to see the desperation and determination must have been just. Horrible. Just absolutely soul breaking horrible. I can imagine him vowing to himself after San that he would never let something like that happen again. That of any of the crew got out of control like that, that he would fight harder to stop them. That he would would do absolutely everything in his power to stop it. And then being helpless as he watched yn do it. Just pure heart wrenching pain. And it must have been beyond terrifying to see someone you love ready and determined to kill themselves partly from rage and partly from desperation. With the backstory, that scene becomes almost as cruel as the warehouse scene with San. The only redeeming quality is no one needing life saving surgery in a time crunch, otherwise they would be the same level of ✨never again✨

honestly i think the two crew members i torture the most are san and hwa bc i just keep putting them thru all this shit and hurting them so much but really this was the defining point of why seonghwa was so afraid. before we kinda just knew he was afraid of yn and hongjoong was mad about it. in this revelation we get to see the source of the trauma and how it was amplified by it being someone he loves as dearly as he loves yn. and for sure when first reading that scene of yn and jisung in the brig, it’s meant to evoke a sense of anger and rage like yn is so angry to a point where she would do this sort of thing, but my hope with that scene was also to show that desperation. that when looking back at it after having already seen the rage and the aftermath, that reading it again shows how desperate and hopeless she was in that moment. which is exactly the same emotion that was evoked back in that warehouse scene with san, except it was relayed differently because the warehouse was a more immediate sense of desperation. this brig scene was meant to emulate that but in a slow burn kinda way where the veil of realization is pulled off after the fact and not in the moment!!!

Just to make sure you don't misunderstand. Those asks were compliments. You are an absolutely incredible writer. And the fact that you aren’t afraid of hurting your characters *cough cough* SHOOTING SAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *CLEARS THROAT AGRESSIVELY* just makes the story much better. No one gets plot armour, making it more realistic (?) and really draws in the writer and sorta imitates the fear and desperation the characters feel

PLS don’t worry, i live for every moment and i live for these open and raw and genuine conversations i didn’t take any as an insult i PROMISE!! i think part of the nature of this whole trope of space pirates and criminals is that hter is no guarantee of safety! i don’t wanna have to cut corners to make sure everyone stays unharmed and undamaged throughout the story when the nature of the world i’ve built thus far is a wildly dangerous one!!! i always say that i try to be as realistic as i can, all things considered, and i think that’s the biggest thing that adds to the ‘realism’ in my mind so im so happy to hear that you see it and appreciate it and enjoy it!!!

OHOHOHOHOHOH ALSO

YN GRIPPING SOMEONES HEART??? YOU WRITE THAT SO FUCKING WELL. LIKE ENIGUH DETAILS THAT WE KNOW WHATS GOING ON, BUT ALSO NOT SO MANY DETAILS SO IT GETS DETACHWD FROM THE STORY. LIKE THE LACK OF CLEAR SUPER MANY DETAILS REALLY MADE IT THAT *YOU ARE EXPERIENCING THIS, NOT JUST READING IT* LIKE IT MADE IT WAY MORE EMOTIONAL AND OERSONAL AND THE READER REALLY GOT IMMERSED IN THE MOST HORRIBLE WAY THAT KUST MADE IT ALL RHE MORE BETTER. ALSO JOONG AFRAID????? JOONG REALISING HE GOT A FULLY FLEDGED HEART RIPPER SIREN WHO CANT CONTROL HER BODY TO MOVE THROUGH A HARMLESS DOOR BUT CAN DEFINITELY KILL IN A HEARTBEAT (OR TWO 👀) ALSO THE CONTRAST OF REMOVING RHE BLOOD COLOURED WHITE OLASTIC AND HAVING A CLEAN HAND UNDERNWATH. THE SYMBOL OF IT ALSO BEKNG A TRASH CLEANERS SUIT. LIKE SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY USE THE TRASH PROTECTION DUIT FOR ITS INTENDED PURPOSE. ALSO THE OART WHERE SHE SAYS SHES FINE EVEN TJO SHE ISNT. AT FIRST I READ IT AS HER TELLING HERSELF TO LIE BUT THEN I REALISED ITS HER ADMITTING SHE VERY MUCH ISNT. AND SAN NOT KNOWING???? AND KISSING HER HAND AND UGH AND SEONGHWA KNOWING. I BET HE'S LOWKEY GETTING MORE AND MORE AFRAID OF HER. LIKE YN IS READY TO KILL HERSELF AND ANYONE AROUND HER TO KEEP SAN SAFE. AND SHE INSTICTUALLY GOES FOR THE MODT AGRESSIVE METHOD POSSIBLE. IHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WTITING AND YOUR TWISTED MIND THAT CAN CREATE ALL THESE FUCKING SCENES THAT GOT ME THUNKING AND FEELING ✨EMOTIONS✨

truly one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the chapter simply bc of how shocking and sudden it is!! for me, that was one of the easiest scenes to write in the chapter, oddly enough? it was something that when it came time to write it, i knew how i wanted it to be and was able to just sit down and write it out the way its written in the final draft of the chapter. i really love playing with those aspects of fiction and storytelling. tangible to a point, without spelling it out. i think it’s obvious that i really love delayed realization in writing, but i really like playing with how the brain processes information and for me personally, i don’t pick up on things right away! i can realize them in a snap or it can take me a bit to go ‘oh god that’s what happened’, and i like playing with that in y/n’s character a LOT.

and in that same vein of thought, there are some layers to that scene as well when compared to the door scene. in the door scene we saw hongjoong clearly tell y/n ‘you need to do this to save san’ yet she wasn’t able to do it despite trying and believing hongjoong. then in the heart scene we saw y/n clearly tell herself ‘you need to do this to save san’ and she did it then. so there’s a lot at play in that parallel alone too. and with that internal monologue she has of im fine vs not fine, then san kissing the hand that touched a literal real actual beating heart for me that was a sort of self indulgent scene and i was really worried about it coming across as too cheesy or something like that, but that is something that’s gonna impact y/n as a character and her relationship with san when they have the conversation of ‘oh hey i put my hand through a man’s chest for you’

i think part of why this chapter was so difficult to construct and write as a whole definitely is because of all the undertones and nuances throughout, and in a lot of ways it’s so so much to even think about that it’s almost too much packed into one chapter alone, but even if you don’t pick up on all the nuances throughout, i’m hoping to revisit them and bring them back around in that delayed realization style again bc that’s one of my favorite things to do ofc :3

#21y redeemed fool #mists of celeste #moc: spoilers #caly answers #sorry i wrote you a whole essay in response oh my god?!??#T_T

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samwrights · 4 years

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First Year Daddies (+ Kyoutani!)

I’m trying to spread out my requests—I have a whole bunch of Kuroo ones that I swear he is my most requested person. So let’s take a break from our beloved rooster and get some daddies up in this! That being said, this will kinda be a part 2 to Karasuno as dads, with the addition of our beloved Mad Dog. @dreamyjaems you know what’s up.

Kageyama;

Alright, let’s redeem Kags cause I did him dirty last time.

It took him sometime to get used to being a parent, but when he finally got it down, he loved every second of it.

Your daughter, now five years old, loves daddy just as much as he loves her.

Now that you’d gone back to work and the two of you had some semblance of a schedule, Kageyama was 100% in charge of childcare while you worked in the morning.

Lucky break for the two of you that Kags didn’t start practice until the afternoon, giving him time to take your little girl to kindergarten with you picking her up.

It was the same routine every morning—mommy goes to work and daddy makes pancakes while putting on Disney movies.

Always a short stack and he made sure to cut it up just the way his little girl liked it—into 16 pieces. Yes, 16. No more, no less.

Your daughter was a lucky little bugger, getting her fathers thick, silky hair. By this age, it’s incredibly long and Kags always brushes it and does it nicely before taking her to school, then off to work he goes.

His locksreen is definitely a picture of him and his daughter. It gets him through the day.

After picking up your child from school, you help her with homework since Kags won’t be home until later.

Sometimes, it really shocks you just how lucky the two of you got for having such a well behaved kid—super low maintenance, doesn’t really cause trouble. That is, until she starts missing her dad.

Yes, she is a hardcore daddy’s girl 💀

Usually, it’s around dinner time that she gets fussy because Kageyama will be waking through the door any minute and that minute canNOT pass soon enough. She’s more like you than you think.

“Hi sweetie,” you call out while you know for a fact he’s scooping up his little bean in his arms before coming to give you a kiss. Routine was nice that way.

The three of you go about your evening as per usual—having dinner together, you giving your little one a bath and Kageyama reading her to bed so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch before turning in for the evening.

After he finishes reading, he joins you for your quiet time, seeing that you’re watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. “I wanted to talk to you about...something.” He says stiffly. You quirk a brow at him after hitting pause, patiently waiting for him to continue. “How...how would you feel about having another one?”

“Another glass of wine? Hell yeah.”

“[name], no. Another kid.” Oh. Well, this is a shocking turn of events. Kageyama, the barely legal adult that initially had no idea whether or not was ready to be a father, wanted another child.

“Are you sure, Tobio?” Was all you responded with.

“Obviously, since I’m asking you,” there’s a twinge in his voice that you aren’t sure you’ve heard before. Not quite begging, per se. perhaps imploring was a better word for it? “I love our family and I just want it to keep growing.”

This was such a far cry from the man that Kageyama Tobio was six years ago when you first found out you were pregnant, and you would be lying if you said that his admission didn’t turn you on in the slightest.

“Well we’ve got some work to do then, buddy.”

Hinata;

Hinata Shoyo finally got his wish. With his son, now 10, and daughter, now 8, your youngest daughter was nearing her terrible twos.

There was nothing more in the world that your newest baby loved more than daddy.

It was actually kind of irritating, actually, because if Shoyo wasn’t home, she would cry and throw temper tantrums until your husband walked through the door.

Shit, it even irritated your other two kids who, in order to avoid it all, would usually be at their friend’s houses doing homework and hanging out until they knew their dad would be home.

If only you were able to do the same.

The second that Sho walked through the door, every sound in the Hinata household ceases, as if your toddler wasn’t just screaming her lungs out moments ago.

“Hi, princess! Did you miss daddy today? I know I missed you a whole bunch!”

On god, he is such a good dad it hurts. He’s gotten even better since the addition of the youngest.

“Hi sweetheart,” you greet with a quick peck onto his lips. His daughter, and yes very specifically the almost two-year-old is his daughter, grunts in discomfort despite being held by dad. She doesn’t like the fact that you took dad’s attention away for a second. “Oh, quiet you.” You grumble at her.

“[name]! Be nice to angel!” You roll your eyes at him instead. As if you haven’t raised your last two kids, who were now walking in the door. “Come on, pumpkin, let’s go get some food in our bellies!”

Hinata places her in her high chair, obnoxiously making little airplane noises as he feeds her. Spoiled little brat.

“Mom,” your son starts cautiously, looking back and forth between his father and baby sister. “Was dad always like this?” He asks, referring to the overly enthusiastic train noises your husband was making.

“No, honey.”

“Okay, just making sure he hasn’t been a dork our entire lives.”

“Oh, that? Yeah.”

Tsukishima;

It needs to be reiterated, you felt, that Tsukki is an amazing father.

Your oldest and Kei’s step-daughter, now 12, and your youngest daughter, now 7, would vehemently agree.

They never did actually grow out of the habit of calling him Tsukki, as opposed to dad. Though when speaking to other people, they both referred to him as their father.

It was quite endearing, actually. Your family was happy with the way things were, even if they were slightly unconventional.

Sunday mornings were family days—an adamant rule in the Tsukishima household. Kei would be in charge of making breakfast while you and the girls blasted some upbeat music while tidying up your rooms.

While Kei does not find Kesha and Lizzo to be “the classics” as you so put it while you cleaned, he did find it amusing to see all three Tsukishima women dancing and singing while cleaning.

Lowkey, it warmed his heart to know these were the three women of his life.

Kei is still the same protective dad he was even before having his own child—it only got worse when your oldest started showing an interest in the opposite gender.

Ya know how he wasn’t afraid to fight a toddler for his little girl? He’s definitely not afraid to fight some middle school punk.

Especially when your oldest comes home bawling her eyes out because she had decided to confess to the boy she liked and he had said he didn’t return feelings.

No matter how much you tried to console her, nothing you said seemed to work. It was dad’s turn.

Tsukki sits her down, his face as serious as ever, before adjusting his glasses to look at his step-daughter clearly. “Don’t tell mom that I said this, but boys ain’t shit.” 💀💀💀

“Ooooh, Tsukki said a bad word.” She joked in between her now calming tears.

“It’s true, though. Now come on, chin up. Princesses can’t have their heads down, their crowns will fall off.”

Yamaguchi;

Despite the years of torture and struggle that was raising your twin hellions, Tadashi was kind of feeling a little empty now that the boys had grown into being more independent.

They were now seven-years-old, in sports, getting good grades—it’s like they were replaced with a different set of twins.

However, this also grants Tadashi the chance to actually step in and be a father, rather than letting those two run him ragged all day.

I see Yamaguchi being a slightly more strict parent, but loving nonetheless. Because the twins have always sort have been troublemakers, he’s strict on making sure the boys are home in time for dinner and that their schoolwork is done.

If they aren’t 💀💀💀

Honestly, your guys’ life though is just all around peaceful and a small part of you is longing for chaos.

So before the two of you head to sleep for the evening, your both just chilling in bed, maybe reading a book. Ya know, like 90s sitcom style.

“Hey Tadashi, can I ask you something?” That was never a good sign in his book, but he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to proceed. “How would you feel if we had another kid?”

“Wait, are you pregnant?” You certainly didn’t miss the panic that filled his eyes. Oh. There’s your answer.

“No...I just...kinda miss holding a baby, ya know? Our boys are seven now, they don’t want mom anywhere near them and they think my hugs and kisses are gross.”

Ngl, it kinda hurts him to hear that because he knows it hurts you. All he wants to do his make you feel better.

“I mean, I’m not opposed I’m just—“

“Scared the next one is gonna turn out the same way?” He laughs at the fact that you know him so well. “Don’t get me wrong, I am too. But in the end, we raised them so well. I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about.”

Kyoutani;

The two of you never ceased to surprise anyone.

At first, it started with the two of you dating in your third years of high school, all the way through college (which, it shocked some that he in enrolled in university at all), to bringing your three-year-old son to the class of 2014 reunion.

Where did people even begin? The fact that you two had been dating for ten years or the fact that the two of you were parents?

It bothered you when people made assumptions about Kentarou.

Yes, he was cold and brash and a complete pain in your ass, but he was a damn good life partner and father.

Kyoutani wasn’t satisfied with anything if he wasn’t giving it his all—that includes his relationship with you and your guys’ son.

While he isn’t necessarily the most affectionate person, he always made sure his little family had everything they needed.

Yahaba is the first one to approach the three of you, surprised to see Kentarou holding his little one. “Holy shit, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Language.” Your boyfriend bites out. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat him on the back in reassurance as you give Yahaba a hug.

“Nice to see you too, Shigeru.” The former setter looks between the two of you, then looks at your son.

“It’s so scary to see your mini-me with his eyes.”

“Don’t be rude.” You chide him calmly, while Kyoutani feels his blood boil slightly. That sounded like an insult to him. Wordlessly, he hands over your son before squaring up with his former teammate. “Honey, please don’t start a fight.”

You were one of the few people to calm him down; a given considering your decade together.

Backing down, Kentarou retreats to your side, securing an arm around his waist and placing a chaste kiss in his sons hair. Knowing his mannerisms, you knew that was an apology to his child for losing his cool for a minute.

“Holy shit.” Yahaba repeats, stunned by the display of affection

“Language!” Your boyfriend snarls again through clenched teeth, making you laugh again. The three of you were far from perfect, but you had everything you needed.

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starlightshoals · 5 years

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The Weeknd - After Hours [Album Review]

1 - Alone Again: Swimming in a deep red sea of yearning and heartache, this song is the perfect way to kick off the album. It plays like a mood, a feeling; it’s a confirmation that in the time since My Dear Melancholy, whatever hope was found, whatever lessons were learned, they’ve been lost in that ocean of new mistakes. The second half intensifies and darkens and leads the listener down the dark corridor the rest of the album will follow. Favorite Lyric: “Take off my disguise, I’m living someone else’s life, suppressing who I was inside...” 9/10, Excellent

2 - Too Late: So yeah, the production in this album is god-tier, and this track goes hard in that vein. I love the distortion on Abel’s voice in the chorus, the tempo, the vibe. There are so many segments and details that could fly over your head the first time -- this song is fucking layered. The more you listen, the more it slaps. Like every other track on the album, it’s about mistakes made that push the person you love away, but it’s not some whiny self-pity party, it’s a grim acknowledgment of how you feel and how it’s all your fault. Favorite Lyric: “When the darkness comes, you’re my light.” 10/10, Outstanding

3 - Hardest to Love: There’s a fragility to this track that’s rare in Abel’s music, and I admire that so much. It’s about admitting how difficult you’ve been and wondering why the person you love still wants you after all you’ve done. It strikes at that struggle inside where you want them to let you go because it’s best for them, but the reality of that makes you miserable and you don’t want them to forget you. I could say this about almost any track on the album, but I fucking love the 80s-style production here. Such glorious music for the soul. Favorite Lyric: “I can’t believe you want me, after all the heartbreaks, after all I’ve done, no I can’t believe you trust me, after all the rough days, you still call me up...” 9/10, Excellent

4 - Scared to Live: I gotta be honest, this song doesn’t do it for me like it does for most people. I still like it, and I love the lyrics, but stylistically it’s just a little too sappy for my tastes. I feel like this style (minus the fantastic production) is something I could hear a lot of other places, and that’s something I can’t say about most of Abel’s music. The lyrics, though! They send a lovely message of accepting your partner’s choice to leave you, gently telling them it’s okay to go on in life without you. It’s a truly gracious and grown-up thing to express. Favorite Lyric: “And if I held you back, at least I held you close” or maybe “You always miss the chance to fall for someone else, ‘cause your heart only knows me.” 8.5/10, Great

5 - Snowchild: Ooh yeah, here we go. In this song Abel reflects on his journey through the past decade. It’s a lowkey, moody, heart-in-your-throat track. It’s like walking through an empty city late at night, hands in your pockets, with an ache in your chest. It’s like leaving everything you had behind because it doesn’t matter anymore. You just want out. You just want something new. I can relate. Favorite Lyric: “She never need a man, she what a man need, so I keep falling for her daily...” 10/10, Outstanding

6 - Escape from LA: Maintaining the mood from Snowchild, this is a deep dark dive to the mind. It’s about being dead inside. It’s about being in love with someone you still have but will never have, you know what I mean? They’re in your life, but they’re not yours. And you have everything you could possibly ask for, but it’s still not enough. You’ve done everything you could possibly think of, but it doesn’t fill you up. You’re still running empty. It’s cold and it’s lonely and all that’s left is the voice inside, telling you it’s time to go. But you stay because you’re waiting. So you can be there if they come back. Favorite Lyric: “We’ll figure out our shit and find a way; when you say that you need space, I give you space.” 9.5/10, Amazing

7 - Heartless: I thought it was so funny when this song came out last year and everyone took it literally. This song isn’t about being some badass heartless jerk with no feelings, it’s about pretending to be that to cope with how broken you really are inside. It’s about embracing hedonism to hide the pain. The bridge really drives that home, where Abel sings about being lost and depressed and wondering why the fuck the person you’ve hurt and betrayed still cares enough to come back in your life. Despite all the boasting and bragging and the fast pace and tempo, this song is really the most miserable one on the album. Favorite Lyric: “I thought I lost you this time, you just came back in my life; you never gave up on me, I’ll never know what you see...” 9/10, Excellent

8 - Faith: God, I love this song. There’s something transcendent about it. It takes you to the sky and leaves you standing in a storm. The pace it takes, the production around it, the lightning-quick smooth transitions from piece to piece, it knows exactly what it’s doing and it revels in it. It also has the unenviable task of connecting the tracks before it and after it, and dear lord does it ever. There aren’t many songs these days that truly tell a story, but this one does. Beginning to end, it takes you on a journey. Favorite Lyric: “Well, I feel everything, when I’m coming down is the most I feel alone...” 10/10, Outstanding

9 - Blinding Lights: I love this song to death, too. The synths, the words, the faint touch of hope. It’s uplifting in a way nothing else on the album is -- it’s about driving fast as you can in the middle of the night just to get to the person you love, praying you’ll get there in time. Ever since it came out last year, it’s helped me through a lot. When I’m sad, it helps me up. When I’m happy, it makes me smile. It might be the most perfect pop song Abel’s ever made. Favorite Lyric: “When I’m like this, you’re the one I trust.” 10/10, Outstanding

10 - In Your Eyes: This one knocked me flat. I wasn’t expecting another retro pop banger on the album, but uh, here it is. This one means a lot to me personally. It reflects a lot of feelings I’ve had over the years. There’s an acceptance in it, a sense of letting go and moving on while still being real about what stays, what matters. And it has a sax solo. Yeah. Favorite Lyric: “In your eyes you lie, but I don’t let it define you.” 10/10, Outstanding

11 - Save Your Tears: There’s something so...peaceful about this song. It reminds me of my dad and some of the 80s music he played when I was a kid. It has that nostalgic feel to it, you know? It’s different for Abel and I like it. At first I wasn’t sure what to think of it, but the more I listen the more I like it. Favorite Lyric: “You could’ve asked me why I broke your heart, you could’ve told me that you fell apart, but you walked past me like I wasn’t there, and just pretended like you didn’t care.” 9/10, Excellent

12 - Repeat After Me (Interlude): The vibe, the mood, the feel. This song goes deep and stays there. Like Alone Again, it’s like dipping into dark water and swimming a while, floating on a memory. Looking at old photos you probably should’ve deleted. Reading old messages from someone you should’ve blocked. It hurts, but it heals. Favorite Lyric: “You don’t love him if you’re thinking of me, you’re just fucking, it means nothing to me.” 9.5/10, Amazing

13 - After Hours: This one took us all by surprise, didn’t it? A six-minute track with a beat switch and enough atmosphere to make your jaw hit the floor. When it dropped it tipped everyone off that this album was going to be special. The song itself is so fluid, so smooth, displaying everything Abel’s learned since he began. It’s a masterpiece that perfectly sums up every theme on the album and then some. Favorite Lyric: All of it, but especially the chorus and the bridge. 10/10, Outstanding

14 - Until I Bleed Out: If Snowchild is like walking an empty city at night, this song is like stumbling out an alley as dawn hits the streets, blood running down your side. Bathed in that red light, begging to be let go. It’s the fitting book-end to where this album started, closing the chapter with nowhere left to go. It doesn’t leave with easy answers, it doesn’t tell you everything is fine. But it acknowledges a change. Favorite Lyric: “Well I don’t wanna touch the sky no more, I just wanna feel the ground when I’m coming down...And I don’t even wanna get high no more, I just want it out of my life...” 9/10, Excellent

Final Rating for the Album: 9.5/10, Amazing

#the weeknd #after hours #review #alone again #too late #hardest to love #scared to live #snowchild #escape from la #heartless #faith #blinding lights #in your eyes #save your tears #repeat after me #until i bleed out #sorry for the length of this post~#but i had a lot to say

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biznichwrites · 5 years

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Ask: Okay, Biz, please hear me out. May I please have Giyuu being in a one-sided love affair with his longtime lover? Like he knows the score so he tries not to rock the boat, but he can’t deny the fact that she makes him feel so happy and alive. Until one day she just drops out of his life; no explanation. (1/2)

So he tries to go on while lowkey still searching for her. Then one day he finds out that she cut all ties with him so she could die without him knowing— to avoid hurting him more. And then Giyuu vows to live a lonely and loveless existence bc she was the only woman he’d ever loved. Also, for more pain, two words: Unborn. Baby. Thank you, Biz!!! ✨ (2/2)

@dudeandduchess I hope you like the pain 😎👌✨

His heart broke at the idea of her disappearing. Every time he passed by the village she lived in he tried to find her to no avail. Had he done something so bad she left without a trace? He knew he never expressed himself to her, how much he loved her, but he expected at least some warning before she left.

Days turned to weeks which turned into months. He felt the happiness she'd given him begin to crumble and leave a weight in his chest. He must have done something for her to hate him, he was sure of it. He hated himself for causing such a thing, even more for not telling her of the adoration that grew for her every moment they spent together.

Despite his awkward social interactions, he began to ask the villagers where she had gone. He was desperate for answers. No matter how far she had gone he would follow her - he would prove himself to her.

When the villagers told him she had died he didn't believe them. There was no way she was gone - he kept a close eye on demons in the area and slayed any the moment they popped up. She hadn't seemed ill in all the times he'd seen her.

He took to breaking into her home. Was it the right thing to do? No. Did he care? Not in the least, especially if she was on the other side of the blocked door. When he finally made his way in he found everything dusty, desolate and clearly abandoned. Yet when he walked into her room he found her clothing still in place, futon still on the floor and most of her items still in place.

He found a small yukata, tiny as they could be made and other items made for children. Maybe someone with a child had visited. It was odd.

Placed atop her chest of clothing sat an envelope, covered thickly by dust as if waiting for him to find his way inside. It was addressed to him after all. He opened it, his hands shaking as he read the contents. Inside were letters from different days, seeming to stretch from the time of her disappearance to her death. Every day or two she wrote to him without fail, yet never sent them.

In the letters she explained she cared for him and was sorry for leaving without a word, but she was sure he didn't want a child out of wedlock with someone he didn't love. She couldn't do that to him. If she really loved him then she would let him free.

His eyes watered seeing that she didn't believe she would survive childbirth and she couldn't ask someone like him to care for a child that he never asked for. She felt as if she'd be in the way, if not stress him more than she was worth given her illness. She would be no use to him and she did her best to not burden him when they saw each other.

As the weeks went on her letters described how she was sorry to him that she never said goodbye, how she wanted to see him one last time. Her body grew weaker, her organs struggling to support her normally, much less with a baby.

One of the latest letters detailed that she thinks the baby isn't making it, that she wasn't strong enough to keep either of them alive. Over and over she called herself a failure and begged that he'd forgive her for not being good enough to manage the task every other woman seemed to be able to do.

The last letter was written roughly, almost as if she wasn't able to focus. She was having a miscarriage, there was a lot of blood and she was scared. There wasn't much left on the blank page, just the bottom filled with the writing "I love you and I'll miss you."

His heart felt as if was simultaneously in his stomach and being ripped from his chest. The love of his life and a child of his own blood ripped from him simultaneously broke him in a way he hadn't felt before, those two being the only connections that hadn't been shattered by death in the past.

He blamed himself. It was his fault - had he found her sooner and tried harder he would have been there for her. He could have taken her to Shinobu that could have given her treatment like no other, he could have kept her and possibly the child alive. But he hadn't been dedicated enough, he had let her die by his own negligence. If he really did love her, then what did that love amount to if he couldn't even do anything for her?

He did the math on the dates of the letters she wrote to find they ended a couple of months prior. He was just two months too late - after spending the better half of a year looking for her. If he put more effort in he could have at least been by her side. Even worse is that the child would have been born just about the time he arrived, give a few days.

His hands found the dusted yukata and held it in his hands. It was a pastel tone, smaller than he could have ever imagined a human to ever be. Would the child look like her or him? Or a mix? Was it even a boy or girl? His stomach twisted at the thought.

His hands found a kimono of hers, one of the ones she had for so long it was thread baren and narrowly held together by her mending. But it was hers, and despite how tattered others viewed it, he found her still beautiful behind the clothing others would have thrown out. She outshined all of it. Or had at one point. Even when he bought her a new one she kept the older dress, only wearing the one he gave her for special occasions.

For the first time in years he cried, clutching the child's yukata and the old kimono to his chest. It still smelled like her vaguely, even through the scent of stale air and dust. Heart wrenching sobs filled her home, echoing off the dead walls as he felt what was left of his heart shatter.

He took her belongings with him. Her few pieces of jewelry, her and the baby's clothing - he was more selfish with memoirs this time. He kept a piece of her with him at all times, just as he did with his sister and Sabito. As he hung her kimono in his room, along with the one of their child below, he vowed to never look away from her again. She had his heart, even in death.

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jamaisjoons · 5 years

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special package | jhs ft knj

⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : while on tour, your boyfriend sends you a special gift to make you feel less lonely

⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : boyfriend!namjoon x reader x sexbot!hoseok

⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : smut, lowkey (highkey) crack

⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 9k

⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : mutual masturbation, directed female masturbation, male masturbation, phone/video sex, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, cum play/eating, dom!Namjoon bless, sub!Reader, squirting, use of sextoys (i think because I guess hobi is a sex toy?), hobi with a GIANT and I mean MASSIVE cock, blowjob, handjob, praise, deepthroating, gagging, face fucking, lots of cum, like gallons of cum, fingering, pussy eating, overstimulation, ass eating, ass fingering, penetration, riding, unprotected sex (don’t do this), rough sex, creampie, slight cum inflation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms

⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : I missed my boys, especially writing some filth for the love of my love jung hoseok so HERE YOU GO! This completely self indulgent sexbot Hobi smut that no one asked for and yet what everyone needed with a featuring from our husband namjoon. this also isn’t edited cause it’s 3am and i’ve been working on this since about 12pm so,,,, if there are any mistakes or my style of writing changes you can chalk it up to my energy slowly draining during the middle before picking back up when the end was nearing sksksksks but i will change it all when i get the time to edit!!

⇥ this was inspired by an animated porn found on pornhub called special delivery // i kept forgetting to add this yikes

Sitting on your sofa, you stared blankly at the screen, idly scrolling through Netflix while looking for something to watch. The pizza boxes sat on the side beside you, the leftover pizza long since cold. Letting out a sigh, you pushed away your laptop, boredom striking. You were more than tired of watching films and series. It’s all you’d been doing lately. Rubbing your eyes in exhaustion, you got up, grabbing the pizza box and glass before sluggishly walking to the kitchen.

You’re midst placing the cardboard in the recycling when there’s a sudden rhythmic beeping. Body immediately perking up, you rush over to your laptop, grin on your face when you read the name. Quickly bouncing on the sofa, you swiftly fix your hair before tightening the robe around your chest, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Once you think you’re presentable, you accept the call.

“Joonie!” You squeal, smiling brightly as your boyfriend’s face comes into view. Namjoon waves back eagerly before you both stop, staring at each other. Eyes wander over your faces until you’re both left smiling softly at each other.

“I miss you” You both say at the same time, laughing softly. Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair, messing up his locks before sighing.

“Sorry this tour is taking so long” Namjoon apologises but you shake your head, smiling encouragingly.

“This is your dream Joon! As much as I miss you, I wouldn’t trade it. Whenever you go live on Vapp or I see fancams, you always look so happy. And you’re touring with the Agust D. This is your dream come true” You reply, Namjoon biting his lip.

“I don’t deserve you. I love you” Namjoon replies, chocolate eyes deep and full of emotion. You smile cheekily.

“I think you’re going to love me even more”

“Oh? Why is that?” Namjoon asks, quirking his eyebrow. You bite your lip, before slowly pulling your robe apart. Namjoon chokes, coughing up a fit as his eyes take in your lingerie clad figure.

“Fucking hell babe! You can’t just pull that out of nowhere” Namjoon reprimands, but the entire time, his eyes are focused on the way your breasts look covered in the sheer black bralette, your nipples on display and already hard.

“Are you saying you don’t like your present?” You ask, eyes pooling with lust as your smirk slightly.

“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining. Take the robe off, lemme see you” Namjoon orders and you’re body is automatically obeying, trained to heed every single one of his commands. Kneeling on the sofa, your slowly untie the bow, letting the silk robe slowly fall off of your body. Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath, mouth drying as he takes you in, knees slightly spread.

“Turn around” comes his next command and you slowly shift, bracing your hands on the couch as you slowly bend over, exposing the fleshy cheeks of your ass. Namjoon lets out a small groan, followed by a quiet ‘fuck’, the vowels drawn out. You try and suppress the triumphant grin, but you know better than anyone how much your boyfriend would love the completely sheer lace covering your ass, ribbons of silk running across the top hem before tying into a bow.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Spread your ass and bend over baby” Namjoon orders. Biting your lip, you follow his direction, Namjoon sucking in another breath when he sees the way the lace darkens and clings to your pussy lips as you grow more aroused. You cheekily shake your hips, ass slightly jiggling. Namjoon’s eyes stayed trained on the way your ass ripples under your skin, his cock already hardening.

“Do you like your present?” You ask, turning around and looking at him over your shoulder. Namjoon nods, somewhat at a loss for words.

“Definitely. Turn around and spread your legs baby.”

You turn back on the sofa, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs, feet braced on either side. Namjoon shifts slightly, unbuttoning a couple buttons of his shirt before clearing his throat.. His eyes slowly draw up from the space between your thighs, up over your stomach and breasts before staring directly into your eyes. You swallow thickly, hairs standing on the back of your spine as you grow eager with lust.

“I want you to do exactly what I say baby. Now, play with your tits but don’t take or your bra and don’t touch your nipples” Namjoon commands, voice deep with authority. Hands automatically move to cup your breasts, fingertips brushing over the lace before squeezing with a moan. Namjoon watches you lightly massage and roll your breasts, eyes trained on the way they move about in the lace. Your palms brush the sensitive underside of your breasts, eliciting a slight gasp from your lips as your pussy lets out a gush of arousal. You can already feel the sticky heat between your thighs, clit pulsing as your cunt quite literally weeps for attention.

“Fuck, I want to draw this out but it’s been so long. Take off the bra, my sweet” Namjoon says, urgency laced in his voice. He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Swiftly, with expert fingers, you unclasp your bra, slipping it off your chest and throwing it, uncaring about where it lands. You relish in the freeing sensation, hands once again moving to cup your breasts, fingers and thumbs dangerously close to your pointed nipples.

“Lick your fingers and play with your nipples” Namjoon’s voice carries across the speaker in your laptop. You push two fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling around them until they’re sufficiently soaked. Pulling them out of your mouth, you run them across your hard nipples, shivering as the cold pulls the buds even tauter than they already were. You roll the bud between your forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling them, relishing in the slight pain.

You watch Namjoon shift once again, arm moving as he palms his trouser covered shaft. You pout slightly, bottom lip sticking out as you realise you can’t see what he’s doing. Making your displeasure known, Namjoon chuckles at you. He slowly gets up, grabbing his laptop and carrying it over to the bed before placing it down in front of him. You watch as he slowly strips, smooth honey skin slowly being revealed until he’s left in his dark boxers. The laptop moves again, resting on his thick thighs as you’re left with nothing but the view of the slight rolls of his stomach, obstructed by the bulge in his boxers, head slightly propped up by his pillows.

You squeeze your nipples slightly harder, letting out a small gasp and wriggling on the sofa under your own ministrations, eyes focused on the way Namjoon’s large palm runs over his boxer covered cock. Your eyes trail over the wiry hairs on his lower abdomen, gulping slightly as you close your eyes, imagining what was under them. The shape and colour of his cock was practically ingrained in your mind, you could picture it perfectly in your mind’s eye.

The two of you stay like that for another five minutes, drawing out the inevitable. Time passes agonisingly slowly, your cunt crying out until you’re practically sitting in your own arousal on the leather sofa. The feeling is slightly uncomfortable, your panties stuck to your lips while your thighs were sticky despite how spread they were. Namjoon’s own boxers become slightly wet, arousals dripping from his cockhead before soaking into the cotton of his dark grey boxers. You whine slightly, thighs shifting ever so slightly closer as you try to alleviate the ache between them. Namjoon’s eyes catch the imperceptibly small movement.

“Take your panties off slowly, I want to see the way they unstick from your cunt” Namjoon finally says, voice horse with lust, deciding he’d drawn it out long enough. You can’t seem to move quick enough, wanting the relief your body so desperately craved. Fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, slowly shimmying them down your hips before slowly, very slowly, peeling them off of your pussy. Namjoon’s watches carefully, loving the way strings of your arousal slowly cling to the material of your panties, stretching before finally breaking, falling back onto your lips. You slide them off of your thighs, not even bothering to kick them off as they stay hooked around one of your legs before you’re spreading your thighs again.

“I wanna see you get those fingers sticky baby. Show me how much you’re missing me” Namjoon orders, pulling his cock out of his boxers. Your throat goes dry as it comes into view, standing front and centre in front of the camera as Namjoon fists the shaft slowly, thumb brushing against his head and rubbing precum onto his shaft as lube. He’s as thick and beautiful as you remember, pulsing slightly under his fist. Your fingers brush through your lips, whimpering as you’re finally stimulated. You run the pads of your fingers up and down your slit, to the same pace as Namjoon’s fists, mewling and whining as your arousal gathers onto your hands, wettening them.

“Pull your hand out and show me” Namjoon says. You bite your lip, a couple seconds passing as you struggle to pull your fingers away from your needy cunt. Finally doing as he says, you hold your fingers up to the camera, showing him the strings of your arousal leaking from your hand.

“Put them in your mouth and lick them clean” Namjoon demands and you’re swiftly bringing your fingers to your lips, licking the strings up dramatically slow as Namjoon’s eyes darken.

“Wait. Brush them across your lips, I want you to taste yourself for a long time” Namjoon directs and your eyes widen slightly before you’re brushing your juices across your lips as instructed. Namjoon groans, fist tightening around his cock as he jerks slightly, watching the way you lick your lips before brushing your cunt juice across them again.

“Okay now lick them clean. Show me how you’d suck my cock if I was there” Namjoon instructs and you’re quickly wrapping your lips around your fingers, swirling your tongue messily around them before pulling them out completely clean.

“Fuck, you’re a complete sin. Push those fingers into your cunt and get them wet again. Then I wanna see you gag on them” Namjoon directs and you feel yourself gush, the puddle on your leather sofa only growing larger. You swirl your fingers around your cunt, your walls rippling in anticipation. Then, you swiftly push them in, groaning and bucking at the stretch. Pumping them once, then twice, you try and get them as wet as you could, knowing it would please your boyfriend. Pulling them out, Namjoon watches as you push them deep into your mouth, gagging around them, eyes watering as you lick them clean.

“Joon, please” You whimper, fingers leaving your mouth. You were so wired, you were sure that any stimulation would have you cumming in seconds.

“What do you want sweet? Tell me” Namjoon asks. You whine, fingers twitching in anticipation.

“I want to cum”

“Then do it. Fuck yourself with those pretty fingers” Namjoon orders and you immediately shove your fingers as deep into your cunt as you could, practically screaming out his name. You pump them in and out of you, loving the sensation of finally being filled up, Namjoon’s fist pumping harder.

“I’m gonna… fuck i’m gonna cum soon baby. Play with your clit, I want you to cum with me” Namjoon commands, your other hand joining as you furiously rub your clit.

“That’s it sweet. Bring yourself over. Fuck. Fuck. Gods, do you know how hot you look right now? I wish I was there. I miss how you taste and how you feel on my fingers and tongue. Fuck you’re so beautiful. Cum for me baby” Namjoon speaks, letting out little stilted moans and groans as he felt his balls tighten.

“Joonie. Fuck. I miss you baby. I miss you cock in me. Miss you filling me up with your cum. My pussy feels so empty without your cum in me” You stutter out, voice slightly raspy as you pant in front of your computer. Namjoon lets out a little groan before moaning your name, your words throwing him over the edge. You watch the way his cock pulses, twitching as he shoots his cum all over his abdomen, milky white rivers running over his smooth skin.

“Fu-ck” You scream, cumming around your fingers at the sight. Your fingers continue moving, pumping in and out of your spasming walls as your other hand continues rubbing your clit. You fingers push slightly deeper, pressing into the soft sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you lose yourself even more into your orgasm as intoxication pleasure and relief washes over you.

“Fuck that’s hot” Namjoon says, watching as your pussy gushes, squirting all over the sofa. You jerk your hands away, head thrown back on the couch, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You feel the wet pool of your cum around you, thighs quivering and soaking in your juices.

“You’ve made such a mess baby. How are you gonna clean it up?” Namjoon asks and you sluggishly lift your head to stare at him in the computer screen. He’s looking at you with dark eyes, eyes set on your pussy and the puddle around you.

“Joon?” You ask nervously. His eyes trail back to your eyes, still dark as he idly pumps his cock.

“Lick it clean. Good girls always clean up their mess” Namjoon says and you blush under his gaze. Your eyes trail down to the mess and you gulp before nodding, wanting nothing more than to please him. You slowly shift, Namjoon groaning at the wet sloshing sound. He watches you get on your knees, back facing him as you start licking your cum off of the sofa. He can’t see much apart from your slightly swollen pussy lips, but just imagining you licking up your own cum has him fisting his cock again.

Namjoon pumps his cock, listening to the slurping and licking sounds of you eating your own cum as your cunt drips with your left over arousal. A few minutes later, you finally turn around, done cleaning up your mess. He takes in your flushed, wet face. Cum is practically dripping from your lips, small rivers of cum dripping down your chest, catching the light as they shine. He watches you lick your lips, undoubtedly tasting yourself and he’s instantaneously cumming on the spot. You watch as he adds to the cum already on his abdomen, wishing you were there to lick him up.

“Fuck. it’s been so long. I miss you” Namjoon says breathlessly as he comes down from his high. You nod, heart aching slightly. You missed cuddling with his in your mutual post orgasm haze.

“It’s been lonely without you. You’re usually gone for months at a time and I just… I don’t know what to do without you” You say, chest tightening. Namjoon’s eyes soften.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard on you. I’ll find a way to fix it” Namjoon promises and you nod, biting your lip. How was he supposed to fix it? He couldn’t very well just come home. Suddenly his eyes light up and you instantly know he has an idea.

“What is it?” You ask but he’s shaking his head.

“I just remembered something. I have to go. Expect a special package soon. I love you” Namjoon says, blowing you a kiss before cutting off the call. You stare at your screen in surprise, slightly perturbed by your boyfriend’s sudden disappearance. You shake your head before stretching, grimacing at the dry, sticky feeling of your body. Getting up, you grab your robe, heading for the shower.

Two weeks later, you’re surprised when your doorbell rings. Swiftly, you answer the door, startled by the delivery man with carrying a package almost the same size as him.

“____-ssi?” He asks, checking over the paperwork.

“That’s me yes” You say, accepting the pen and clipboard he offers you. Once you sign your name, you return the paperwork to him, watching him leave with a bow. When he’s out of your sight, you turn back to the package, wondering what the hell it could be. You certainly hadn’t ordered anything recently, and definitely not a package that large.

Scratching your head, you circle around the box, wondering what it could be and who it was from before sighing. The only way you’d be able to figure it out would be by bringing it into the apartment. Luckily for you, it was on wheels and you wouldn’t need to somehow break your back getting it into your home. Walking behind the package, you pushed, surprised by the amount of strength you needed to move it despite it being on wheels.

“Whatever this is, it better be worth this effort” You huff to yourself, blowing the hair out of your eyes as you finally manage to dock it into your living room. Your surprised by the card sticking out of one of the seams. Plucking it up, you open it, eyes widening in bewilderment as you read it.

“Sorry you’ve been feeling lonely without me. Thought this would help you when you’re missing me. Just don’t let him replace me winky face - Namjoon” You read out loud. Him? What the hell did he mean?

Inside the card is also a little instruction manual for opening the package. Skimming through the card, you nod before placing them on your coffee table. You unclip the locks on either side as per the instructions before carefully pulling the lid off, placing it on the ground.

“Okay Joon what the fuck?” You say out loud as you examine the content of the package. Stood inside was a five foot ten man, with wavy dark red hair and glowing honey skin. Weirdly, that wasn’t the strangest thing about the man in a box. No, it was the fact that he was completely naked with the largest cock you had ever laid your eyes on. It was probably only slightly thinner than your wrist and about as long as your forearm. The sight of it managed to both ignite your curiosity and fear at the same time.

Your eyes wandered over his figure, from his lean muscles all the way down to sculpted thighs as you tried your hardest to ignore his cock. But really how could you? When it was the longest and thickest shaft you had ever seen? Topped with a pretty pink mushroom tip and dusky rose veins. Even with how weirded out you were, you couldn’t help but admit that it was a beautiful dick. You slowly approach it, your curiosity winning out over your fear. They always did say curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back. Reaching out gingerly, you poke the penis, before jerking back.

When nothing happens, you grow bolder, approaching it more until you’re only inches apart. You place your palm cautiously on the cock, slightly in awe of it. The palm of your hand barely fit over the tip, only drawing more attention to how impossibly big it was. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping the shaft once and aweing over how incredibly lifelike it felt.

“Did Joon really get me a sex doll or is this just a real person?” You mumble to yourself in your quiet apartment. But also, why did he get you a sex doll? How was a dildo with legs supposed to cure your intimacy issues? Also why a sex doll? Why not a teddy bear or a stuffed toy like a normal boyfriend?

Moving your hand from his cock, you place it on his abdomen; brows shooting into your hairline at how lifelike he feels. This must have been an expensive sex doll with how real and hard his abs feel. Running your hand up his chest, you brush over his nipples before jerking back when the nipple pushes into his skin in almost a button-like way. The sound of machinery whirring fills the air, not unlike the sound computers make when they’re booting up. You quickly jerk back, almost falling over when the sex doll’s eye open on their own.

You quickly retreat backwards, half crab walking half dragging yourself when it - he? - steps forward. Oh god, what if Namjoon had just bought you a sex slave or something? He felt real enough. The man looked around curiously, before looking down at you, eyes lighting up in the most unnatural shade of gold. Once his eyes were laid on you, he nods, eyes darkening to a shade of dark honey brown.

“Hello. I am Jung Hoseok model Hobi. I was designed by Big Hit Adult Entertainment for your pleasure. It is nice to meet you” He introduces causing your jaw to drop. What. The. Fuck. His voice was sweet and yet robotic at the same time. Your mind is far too jumbled to think straight, causing you to gape at the man-thing in agog.

“Model Hobi?” You finally manage to stammer out, causing him to nod once again.

“Yes HOBI. It is the phonetic sound for the acronym H.O.B.I. It stands Handy Orgasm Buddy Intelligence” Hobi relates and you blanch, jaw dropping even wider.

“A what?” You ask dumbly, unable to comprehend the entire situation.

“Handy Orgasm Buddy Intelligence. HOBI. I am a sexbot” He says simply, looking at you with robotic curiosity.

“A SEXBOT?” You finally scream, mind whizzing a hundred miles a minute. Namjoon had gotten you a sexbot? Suddenly his comment about not wanting to be replaced makes sense.

“Yes. Are you not pleased?” He asks and you quickly shake your head. You weren’t even sure how you were feeling.

“No! No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised my boyfriend’s solution to me being lonely was to get me a sexbot” You say, eyes fixated on his cock. Really, how were you not supposed to fixate on it when he was currently stood over you and you were eye level with it?!

“I see. You are staring” He points out, causing your face to heat.

“I’m sorry! I’m just… it looks so real and it’s… so big” You say, voice filled with bewilderment and awe.

“Thank you! It is made of a blend of thermoplastic elastomer and rubber giving it an exceptionally realistic skin feel. Paired with muscle changing nanotechnology I am the top of the line model. Other features include-” Hobi begins but you quickly shake your hands.

“That’s enough! Thank you! This is already weird enough as it is” You say. Hobi immediately stops speaking, cocking his head to the side.

“Weird? Does my body not please you? I am supposed to be the top of the-” He begins, causing you to cut him off once again.

“No! I’m sorry! It does… please me. Very much” You say, realising how weird the words sound to you, your eyes still fixated on his long cock. He steps closer towards you and now you see that, despite looking incredibly realistic and lifelike, he moves robotically.

“Perhaps touching it will help?” He says, moving closer until he’s right in front of you, surprising you. His cock stands upright, almost smacking you in your face and you briefly wonder if it’s cumbersome to walk around with a cock that big. You gingerly reach out, touching it. You’d done it once already, why would it be weird if you did it a second time? Even if he was moving.

“Oh wow… it feels warm and even more real” You say, palm brushing against the tip. Now that he was on and not lifelessly lying in a box, you could feel him pulse under you, as if blood was being pumped into it. It even felt as warm as a cock did. The company clearly had gone all out developing him and even more than that, you were starting to see why he was the top of the line model.

“Is it less weird now?” He asks curiously and you have to suppress a dry laugh. In what world was this not weird?

“I guess” You say, hand smoothing over his cock till you reach the base. Your cunt clenches slightly as it twitches under you. You hadn’t realised exactly how much you’d been missing a real dick, or well, in this case a realistic dick, until you feel him pulse under your touch. It had been months since Namjoon had left on tour and you’d been left with nothing but sex video chats, your fingers and lifeless silicon sex toys to get you through. But now that Hoseok was here in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth so you could find out if he felt the same way your boyfriend did in your mouth. Besides, this was a gift from Namjoon and it’d be a shame to waste it.

“Can I… can I suck you off?” You finally ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Hoseok chuckles at you, lips curling upwards and dimples forming in the top corners. You can’t help but ponder the unfairness of it all. For what reason would a sexbot need the most adorable dimples? Not to mention an even cute lip mole. The attention to details were astounding. Briefly, you wonder just how much Namjoon had splurged on him.

“You do not need my consent. I am a sexbot. I was built to please you. Therefore, if you want to and if it pleases you, you may perform oral upon me” Hoseok says, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Must you speak and act like that? It’s so… oddly robotic for how realistic you look” You say.

“That is because I am a robot”

“I know that but-”

“I have displeased you. Let me reassess” Hoseok says and you watch as his eyes glow amber once again, the sound of machines whirring filling your otherwise quiet home. When his eyes darken again, he turns to you, moving closer until his cock is practically pressed against your face. His hand sits authoritatively on your head, keeping your head pressed against his shaft.

“Suck me off” He commands and the sudden domineering tone in his voice has your pussy gushing. You shift so you’re on your knees, thighs pressed and rubbing together to try and alleviate the growing ache in your cunt.

“You get off on being dominated. I will retain that information in my memory card” Hoseok says, returning to his robotic self before pushing your face into his shaft once again, “now suck me off” he continues. You almost get whiplash from the complete change in personality.

Pressing your face against his dick, you run your nose over the length, admiring the slight musky, citrus scent that surrounds him. Your lips brush against the entirety of his lengthy shaft until you reach is soft pink tip. Precum drips from his cock, thick and translucent white and you quickly lick at it, suckling his cockhead as if it were a popsicle while his arousal drips down your throat. You pull away, licking your lips and admiring the pleasant pineapple taste.

“If you are not pleased, I can change the taste to what you prefer. Flavours I have built in include chocolate, mango, pineapple, strawberry tropical and vanilla milkshake” Hoseok says and as sweet at the pineapple tastes, you can’t help but want to try out all the flavours.

“Vanilla milkshake sounds good right now”

“Very well” He responds, and you hear a mechanical whirring before he nods at you.

“Affirmative. The change is complete” He informs as his cock begins dripping even more precum than before. You wrap as much of your mouth as will fit around his enormously bulbous cockhead, suckling at the tip and licking the slit as you relish in the taste, palming his cock with your hands. You pull your lips off, licking around the seam of his tip before pressing kissing along the underside, softly kissing his balls.

“Do you like when I do this?” You ask, used to being praised by Namjoon whenever you took him in your mouth.

“I do not necessarily enjoy things the same way organic life does. I am a sexbot, built for your pleasure” Hoseok reiterates cause you to frown, more than put off by his words. Hoseok realises his mistake and pets your head.

“I like it” He says and the slight high inclination in his tone has you thinking he’s completely adorable. You laugh it off, shaking your head.

“I enjoy the sight of you on your knees” Hoseok says, voice slightly husky. You look at him up in surprise from your position on the floor, blushing under his intense gaze. He smiles at you, causing you to smile back, noticing how pretty it is. You return your attention to his dick, pressing your tongue against his length, licking along the shaft and tasting him. You tried to cover the entirety of his cock in your saliva, licking and pressing kisses onto his dick. His hand fists into your head, pushing you further down onto his as he thrusts slightly, rubbing his length up and down your face.

Your hand slowly moves into your leggings, bypassing your underwear and heading straight for your clit. You dip a finger into your cunt, feeling the sticky heat between your thighs before moving to rub your clit slowly. Your hips automatically grind onto your hand as they expertly strum your bundle of nerves. You moan against Hoseok’s cock, humping your fingers, pussy spasming and dripping all over yourself until you’re aching for him to push his enormous cock into you. He pulls your face off of him by your hair, instead grabbing the base of his shaft and smacking you in the face with his heavy dick.

“How do you feel about degradation?” He asks and you chuckle.

“I prefer praise” You reply and he nods, pushing his tip against your lips.

“Take me in kitten” He says and you gush at his pet name for you.

“Is kitten good or would you prefer something else? Doll, princess, baby girl-” Hoseok starts listing causing you to shake your head.

“Kitten is perfect” You reply, cutting him off. He nods, before once again attempting to force his cock into your mouth. You unhinge your jaw as much as you can but you simply can’t open your jaw enough to take him in.

“You’re too thick. I don’t think I can”

“Ah. Not to worry. I am overcompensation” He says. You cock your head curiously, watching in awe as his cock pulses and shrinks to a much more manageable size.

“Is that the muscle changing nanotechnology?”

“That is correct. Now come on, take me in kitten” Hoseok encourages and your lips are quickly wrapping around the head of his cock. Hoseok runs his long fingers through your hair, firmly grabbing the locks and tugging them as he tries to force more of his length into your mouth. You smile over him, having missed the feeling of Namjoon roughly face fucking you. You tighten your mouth, practically creating a vacuum before sucking hard while swirling your tongue around his head. Hoseok’s cock still drips with the vanilla milkshake precum, coating your tongue with the taste of him.

You swallow thickly, Hoseok humming in what you want to think is pleasure but considering his mechanical self, you can’t be too sure. You gaze at him from your knees, keeping your eyes trained on him as you lightly suck. Hoseok leans forward slightly, slowly grinding his hips into your mouth. He moves so sensually that you forget he’s a robot for a minute. Kneeling before him, you bob your head eagerly, attempting to take his cock further into the back of your throat.

“You’re doing so good kitten. Good girls love sucking cock don’t they?” Hoseok asks after praising you and you nod eagerly, tongue lavishing his hard member with attention. Hoseok pushes in further and you give him access, allowing him to split your jaw open as he pushes more and more of his cock into your wide-open mouth. He stops when you gag, his cock hitting the back of your throat as your eyes water. You maintain eye contact with him, as he pushes even deeper past your throat.

Hoseok holds you there as you try to swallow around him, only choking on his length as it invades your esophagus. A few moments later, you’re about ready to tap out when Hoseok pulls you off of him. You gasp for hair, watching as strings of your saliva coat his cock. Hoseok smirks from on top of you before he’s once again forcing his dick down your mouth. You groan in pleasure, pushing two fingers into your cunt, pumping repeatedly as he fucks your mouth.

Holding your head in place, Hoseok uses your mouth as a cocksleeve as he powerfully drives his hips in and out of your mouth. The sounds of gagging and choking fill the room, the occasional slurp slipping through as you try not to dribble all over yourself. You finger move in and out of your cunt furiously, humping your fingers and trying to take them deeper into you, despite your leggings being in the way. You jerk your head when his cock begins pulsing, your free hand rubbing and massaging his balls.

“Are you gonna cum?” You ask with a gasp, Hoseok allowing you to fist his cock as you take one of his balls into your mouth, licking the flesh before suckling.

“Yes”

“How much can you cum” You asked curiously, releasing his balls with a pop and moving to the other one.

“Up to gallons” He replies and immediately your walls clench around your fingers as you imagine him filling you up with all that cum. You could just imagine how much you’d be leaking if he came in you.

“Fuck okay. Cum down my throat” You say, mouth moving back to his cock.

“As you wish” Hoseok says, watching you expertly swallow him down again. His hands brace themselves on either side of your head and then he’s pushing as deep into your mouth as he could, before he cums. You choke, momentarily surprised by the sheer volume and thickness before drinking it down. You swallow and swallow, relishing in the feel of his warm cum washing down your throat and filling your stomach. There’s so much cum that you can’t possible keep up with swallowing, causing it to back up into your mouth. Hoseok abruptly pulls out, leaving your mouth filled with his orgasm.

You hold it in your mouth, more than happy it tasted like vanilla milkshake as you gave your throat a rest. Hoseok reaches over, squeezing your cheeks. With a surprised gasp, you release his cum, letting it dribble all over your chest. Hoseok smiles as it’s absorbed by your clothing, painting your neck white and staining your top.

“You look good drenched in cum” Hoseok praises and you blush. It goes silent as he stares at you, awaiting your next move and you heart drops slightly.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rough? Did I do something wrong”

“Sorry. No, you were wonderful. It’s just… with my boyfriend away for so long i need something more than a sexbot. I… I miss intimacy” You say, looking away. Your cunt was still drenched, pussy pulsing as you had yet to cum.

“I see. Give me a few moments.” You watch as his eyes glow slightly once again, the whirring sound of machine filling the air.

“What are you doing?”

“Big Hit installed programmed into me that can be downloaded to enhance the experience. Programmes that increase the pleasure outputted to the user” Hoseok informs and you watch him curiously.

“Programmes like?”

“Love. Desire. Intimacy. Thing to improve user satisfaction. Download complete” Hoseok finally says. When he turns back to you, you’re gasping slightly by the depth of emotions displayed in his once golden eyes.

He slowly bends down to you, taking your neck in his hand before pulling you up gentle off of your knees. You’re pleasantly surprised by his gentleness, allowing him to pull you in for a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, moving languidly. He licks your lips causing you to part them as he forces his tongue into you. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stand on the tips of your toes. Hoseok’s wiry arms wrap around you and before you know it, you’re being lifted up and off the ground. Legs automatically wrap around his narrow hips; you guide Hoseok to your bedroom, grinding your covered crotch against his cock, groaning into the kiss as the head sits against your abdomen.

Once in your bedroom, he gently places you down on the bed before pressing his body against yours. Hoseok braces himself above you on his arms, both your lips still locked in a kiss as he cock rests on your stomach. Amazed by the warmth of his body, you pull him closer with his legs, wanting to feel his weight over you. Hoseok breaks off your kiss, trailing his lips down your jaw and lightly peppering kisses as one hand moves to massage your breast through your cum stained top. One of his hands slips under your top, thumb brushing against your nipple, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch.

The hand under your top moves to the hem as he divests it off of you, leaving your breasts bare. Hoseok kisses along your collarbone before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking before rolling the hardened peak between his teeth. You gasp out, fingers fisting into his hair as you pull him closer into your chest. Releasing your breast, he moves to the other one, lavishing it in the same amount of attention, rolling the nipple between his teeth and lightly nipping. You press your crotch against his cock, trying to grind into his thick cock, needing some friction against your weeping cunt.

Hoseok kisses your sternum before licking a trail down your ribs and stomach. His tongue dips into your belly button, swirling around and causing tingles to run up and down your spine at the attention he lavishes on your body. Hoseok’s lips soon find their way to the waistband of your leggings and he’s pressing one final kiss on your lower abdomen before slowly spreading your legs. His fingers press against your cunt through your leggings and immediately he finds your clit. You let out a small mewl, bucking into his hand as he rubs you.

“Hoseok. Please.” You gasp out, your arousal already soaking through your leggings. He smiles from under you before hooking his fingers under the waistband of both your leggings and panties, pulling them off swiftly, leaving you completely bare.

Instantly, he’s flipping you over onto your front. You gasp at the sudden change of position before pushing against him as you finally feel the heat of his cock against your bare skin. Hoseok’s hands move to massage your ass cheeks, grinding his cock between them and covering your back and ass in even more precum.

“You’ve got an amazing ass” Hoseok compliments and you mewl, pushing further into him. Suddenly, he spanks it, eyes trained on the way it ripples under him.

“Does my good girl like being spanked?” Hoseok asks and you nod into your pillow, hissing as he spanks you once again. He bends over, trailing kisses all over the middle of your spine until he reaches your ass. You feel his lips brush against the fleshy globes before spreading them using his thumbs.

“You’re so wet and swollen. Hold yourself open for me kitten” He instructs and you immediately do as he says, spreading your legs slightly to give him better access. Hoseok grins before moving one of his hands to spread open your cunt with two of his fingers, exposing the pink of your insides. He blows cool air on your heated pussy, causing you to groan out. Lowering his head, he places a kiss on both your lips while running the pads of his fingers through your dripping lips. Your groan is muffled by the pillow as he slowly drives you crazy with every one of his fleeting actions.

Your heart races and you feel completely on edge, waiting for more. Finally, after sufficiently wetting his fingers, he swipes them against your clit The stimulation has you releasing a gush of wetness, Hoseok’s eyes trained on the way your cunt leaks. Circling the bundle of nerves with his finger, his gentle touch drags along your clit, eliciting another deep groan from you.

Finally, Hoseok’s head dipped between your lips, licking a swipe from your cunt all the way to your ass. Your back automatically arched, pushing your hips further into his face. Hoseok teases you with a couple more kitten licks before pushing his tongue into your honeyed hole, swirling his tongue around and collecting all your arousal on his tongue. He lapped deep into you, thrusting his tongue in and out, simulating his cock. Suddenly, his fingers began vibrating and you let out a small scream followed by a hiss.

“Fuck- oh my god” You cry, legs shaking around his head as his fingers continued vibrating on your clit. Your pussy felt as if it were molten lava, leaking your hot juice and wetting your thighs and Hoseok’s face.

“Hng” You groaned, pushing further into him when he moved his tongue to lap at your clit, pushing one, then two of his vibrating fingers into your pussy. Gently suckling on your clit, Hoseok crooked his knuckle-deep fingers inside you, expertly locating your g-spot and causing vibrations of pleasure to strum along them. Your vocal cords strained, voice cracking as you let out another cry. You felt your pussy walls ripple, abdomen twisting into a wrenching knot inside of you as he continued lapping your clit while unrelentingly thrusting his vibrating fingers against your sweet spot.

You simply couldn’t catch your breath, your head lolling helplessly to the side as your shoulders slump into the mattress. You quickly felt your orgasm approach, the knot in your stomach twisting even further as Hoseok drove you to the brink of pleasure. Your hips moved instinctively, grinding your pussy against his eager face as Hoseok buried it deeper between your thighs.

“I’m- oh god I’m going to cum” You warn, voice raspy and throat raw. You breath deeper, gasps turning into low moans as your body seizes up, eyes rolling deep into the back of your skull as you came around his vibrating fingers. Hoseok felt you gush around his hand and immediately pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue as he licked and swallowed up all of your cunt juice. You tried to push him away, thighs still quivering as he continues eating you out. You squeal, the overstimulation of your orgasm paired with Hoseok’s continued ministrations driving you wild.

You feel him pull away, exhaling as your pussy finally has some relief. However, it doesn’t last long before suddenly Hoseok’s tongue is pressing against your ass. You squeal once again at the alien sensation of his tongue wiggling against your rosebud. You feel him force it into your ass, his appendage struggle against how tight you were. However, he’s unrelenting and you slowly feel your ass opening up and loosening, allowing him to rim you. Your fingers curl into the sheets trying to draw away as he forces his vibrating fingers back into your cunt.

“Oh my god- I can’t. Hobi-” You groan, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“You can” Hoseok demands and you whine, your cunt walls burning from overstimulation as his vibrating fingers pump into and out of you furiously before scissoring them, opening your cunt for his incredibly thick cock. Your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably once again as he forces you into another orgasm almost immediately after your previous one. When you soak his fingers for a second time, you feel him pull one out before pressing it against your ass.

“OH” You gasped, feeling him rub your cum around your ass, lubing it up for when his fingers undoubtedly penetrate you. Your cunt clenches in anticipation and before long, he’s pushing the tip into you, slowly opening your ass the way he’d opened your cunt. You moan his name from under him, feeling him slowly enter you before thrusting his finger in and out.

“It’s too much” You protest. You’re completely wired, nerves screaming from the attention he’s lavishing on both your cunt and ass. Your pussy leaked uncontrollably, clenching and unclenching as he continued forcing his fingers deep into you. You feel a second finger push into your ass, stretching you out and making you jerk forward, tears pooling in your eyes, feeling them leak into your pillow.

“Once more. Cum for me once more” Hoseok command and you shake your head.

“I can’t” You cry out but even as you say that, you push further into him, the pleasure mixed with the pain very slowly driving you delirious. Abruptly, his fingers started vibrating and you screamed, feeling his tongue swirl around the fingers in your ass before twirling around the fingers in your cunt, happily lapping your arousal. He wrapped his lips around your clit, his fingers vibrating even fast as he sucks and bites hard at your sensitised bud. You take in a shuddering breath before wailing out his name.

You feel your pussy gush in rivers, squirting all over his hand and mouth as he forces you into your third consecutive orgasm. Your toes locked, curling instinctively and you painfully froze in place as you felt the air leave your lungs. Your back twisted and you cried out into the air as he continued pushing his fingers into you, drinking your cum up once again. Your orgasm ricocheted through you, leaving you feeling completely wrecked as your nerves burned with electricity. Chest heaving, you clawed futilely at his head, trying to push him away from you. Hoseok gradually slowed his pace, before finally pulling away. He watched as you slumped, your body soaked and shining with a sheen of sweat as you lay limply on the bed, muscles twitching every now and then. He pushes his fingers into his mouth, licking up all your cum and cleaning off his fingers.

You feel Hoseok’s body slowly climb on top of you, hovering over you. You feel his warm, pulsating cock rub against your overly sensitised cunt, mewling as you try to get away. Hoseok simply chuckles deeply, pressing a kiss against your temple before licking the outer shell of your ear. He trails kisses along the back of your neck and down to your shoulder blades, kissing and nipping your skin. You sigh, melting into his touch, not having felt this level of intimacy since Namjoon had left on tour.

“What do you want?” Hoseok asks, pressing another kiss on your shoulder.

“I want you in me” You say without even thinking. The sensitivity in your pussy still hadn’t faded and yet you couldn’t wait to take him into you and feel him stretch you out.

“Your wish is my command kitten” Hoseok says, pressing a kiss just under your ear. He slowly picks you up before flipping you over so he’s under you. You gingerly move to straddle him, muscles protesting the movement but you do not care.

You place your cunt on the middle of his shaft, rubbing your pussy lips all over him as you soak his cock in your left over cum. Hoseok’s hands move to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he helps you wet his cock to make it easier for him to slide into you. Once you’re both sufficiently messy and sticky, you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft and slowly lift his cock so its standing. Moving so you’re kneeling you press the head of his cock against your opening, wiggling slightly and leaking over him. Slowly, you try to push him into you, wincing when the thick, bulbous cockhead attempts to push into your already wrecked hole. You take a deep breath and force yourself down on it, crying out when the stinging of the stretch ripples through your walls.

“I can change the size if it’s too much” Hoseok says, watching the way your face scrunches in a grimace. You swallow thickly before nodding. Hoseok’s cock instantly changes shape, becoming slightly thinner and shortening. You mean when the head easily enters you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. Slowly, you sink down on him, head thrown back in pleasure as he opens up your velvet cunt walls. The burn of the ache hurts similarly to when Namjoon slides you into you for the first time, causing you to sigh at the familiar sensation.

“Fuck, your cock is so good” You whine, Hoseok’s finger tips gripping your hips even tighter. Once he’s buried into the hilt, you still, letting your walls slowly get used to the feel of him inside you. A couple moments later, Hoseok thrusts up, tilting his hips to aim for the sensitive spot inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. You brace your hands on his strong thighs before sliding yourself off him until only hit tip is inside you. Lowering yourself back down you groaned, your pussy milking his cock. Gradually, you picked up your speed until you were bouncing on top of him, riding out the sensitivity in your cunt.

You moved your ass over him, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the air as you rode Hoseok’s cock for all it was worth. His hands moved from your hips to your chest, rolling and palming your bouncing tits in his hand, thumb tweaking your nipples and causing you to shudder on top of him. You bounced even harder on top of him, hands clenching around his thighs as you ground your hips in circles, feeling him deeper within you. But as pleasure strummed along your veins, you needed more.

“Hoseok” You gasp out, looking at him through half lidded, pleasure filled eyes.

“What do you want, kitten?” He asks, staring up at you with dark eyes.

“Your cock. Longer. Thicker.” You gasp out, barely able to form sentences; but you don’t need to. Hoseok grasps your words and your immediately moaning as you feel him grow longer and thicker inside you, the burn of the stretch only forcing your hips to move hard. You feel his head push painfully against your cervix, the tip battering the end of your pussy with every movement.

“Is that what you want? Do you like the way I fill you up? You’re so good kitten. Your pussy is milking my cock so good. Do you want me to cum in your pussy?” Hoseok taunts as he begins bucking up into you, his hands moving to hold your jiggling ass cheeks as you bounce on top of him.

“Yes! Please! Make me cum and fill me up” You gasp out. Hoseok immediately jerks so he’s sitting up, his chest pressed tight against yours. Your eyes widen as he pulls you closer, your hands uncurling from his thighs so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders as your fingers entwine with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Hoseok’s hands spread your ass cheeks, one of his hands’ fingers rubbing against your cunt where you were joined, gathering up your arousal on his fingers once again. He pushes two fingers into against your ass, slipping one in and then the second. You groan and while the sensation is familiar, it feels completely different this time. You stare deep into Hoseok’s eyes as he slips his fingers deeper into your ass, pumping them into and out. The hand still holding onto his shoulder presses your fingernails into his skin, leaving little crescent shaped marks in his flesh. You felt the heat pool in your abdomen and instantly knew your orgasm was impending.

“I’m going to fill you. I’m going to cum so deep in you and you’re going to take it because you’re my good girl, aren't you?” Hoseok whispers, voice deep and throat as his lips brush against yours. You nod with a whine, bouncing harder on top of him.

“Yes. Please. Fill me up. Cum in me” You beg, Hoseok taking your lips between his as you both kiss sloppily.

“Play with your clit. Cum on my cock” Hoseok orders through your kiss. Your arm twists and you reach for your clit, furiously stroking the bundle of nerves. The feel of Hoseok’s cock deep with you paired with his low vibrating fingers in your ass and your own finger on your clit as you slowly reaching the precipice of your orgasm.

Hoseok takes your lips between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood and immediately you feel your body seize. Your hands move to hold Hoseok’s shoulder as he continues thrusting up into you, nails digging into his skin. Throwing your head back, you wail out his name, milking his cock and gushing as you squirt your cum, soaking his cock. Your cried in ecstasy, feeling Hoseok unleash a torrent of hot cum straight up your cunt. You felt him spurt rope after rope of his thick cum into you, sending tingles all over your body as he filled you up. He cums so much in you that your stomach slightly puffs out, filling up with his semen.

Moments pass and you sit on Hoseok’s lap, panting heavily above him. Hoseok pulled out his cock and you mewled as you felt his cum gush out of you, soaking into the sheets with the rest of your cum. Falling forward, Hoseok catches you as you brace yourself against him. You feel every ounce of energy leave your muscles, unable to move from your vigorous session. The two of you stay still for a few moments, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Did you enjoy your experience? If so, would you like to leave a review and a rating out of five stars?” Hoseok’s voice suddenly breaks the silence. You stiffen before shaking your head. You didn’t even have the energy to laugh or say anything.

But you’d be damned if you rated anything lower than five stars.

A/N: don’t tell anybody but I m a y just be planning a part two where joon comes home and hobi and joon fuck reader together,,,,, but you didn’t hear that from me

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The Mystrade Treatise

I am long, long out of the Sherlock fandom, but I still have a soft spot for mystrade after ~ 7 odd years (the only thing I really cared about in the show), so when a friend asked about mystrade I hit them with a spontaneous 2000 word block of text. I thought I’d share it as an homage to the still quietly existing community of mystrade shippers out there. Basically, in this essay I will argue for my interpretation of how the BBC TV show Sherlock (2012) establishes an implied relationship between Mycroft, (The Government) and Lestrade (The Force) in the subtext. This analysis will be broken down to two parts: 1) show chronology / their history and 2) their compatibility, which can be further split into 2a) personalities and 2b) external circumstances.

(The beginning is the only formal(ish) part of - I’m calling it a treatise -, the rest of the piece is written in “I typed it all in messenger app” style. This all came out off the top of my head, so if you think I’m missing something I’m open to the callout)

TL;DR: I’m still mystrade trash and I’m pulling the receipts on mystrade canon

1) Their history - it's clear they know each other and are in communication with each other since the very beginning - and very likely even before - the events of the show. Just a show tidbit, the ending of the pilot episode has Lestrade watch John and Sherlock walk away happily staring into each other's eyes and tell Donovan about their potential as partners, whereas the actual first episode replaces him with Mycroft talking to his assistant Anthea, which shows their character parallels. In one aspect, their role as "aggravated older guardian" is a shared one and one that - rationally, but in fanon - allows them to commiserate with other another. Also, Mycroft kidnaps John in his very first day of him meeting Sherlock, so reasonable to conclude he did the same to Lestrade, so they've clearly met. And, I believe it's canon that Lestrade helped Sherlock with his drug problem, so he's clearly run into Mycroft, whether it's because his brother's OD'd or found with possession or whatever whatever. The possibilities are endless.

We have hints of them knowing each other throughout the show - in season 2 episode 2 the Hound of Baskerville (I am surprised and appalled I know this off by heart instead of more important things), the duo meets Lestrade in a tavern where he's clearly back from holiday and when Sherlock eggs him by basically calling him Mycroft's lackey, he, aggrieved, says "I don't just do what your brother tells me", which is a line I still unfortunately remember over 5 years later, and that is the first precedent set in canon that they clearly communicate. We can interpret this line, given the circumstances, that Mycroft asked him to cut his vacation short to go check up on his brother, and Lestrade, being whipped, was like fine.

This is mere speculation, but in that mini episode, Many Happy Returns, Lestrade is listening to Anderson go on about his conspiracy theories on how Sherlock is still alive, and at the end of it he passes a newspaper article about Sherlock, and he smiles at it like he KNOWS he's still alive somewhere even though he just walked out calling Anderson on his bullshit and dismissing his theories, and I like to interpret that as Mycroft told him Sherlock's still alive. Plus, when Sherlock greets him after his two year absence, the way Lestrade reacts is less “am I seeing a ghost because you’re supposed to be dead” and more “you’re finally back I already know you were alive because my boyfriend Mycroft told me”.

The first time we see them in frame together (in the mystrade community this is famously known as the 29 frames moment because they only showed up for - 29 frames, like 2 seconds) was in season 3 episode 3, where Sherlock goes missing and everyone looks for him in the hidey holes they know of. Lestrade is seen in Mycroft's office while Mycroft tells him about potential hiding spots. Honestly he did look hella dismissive and rude but you know what? Everyone was stressed. But this shows not only is Lestrade trusted in his secret government offices - and likely this was the secret one because it looked like a cellar - but he trusts Lestrade implicitly. When Sherlock is about to leave on a plane, Lestrade's in a pub watching the TV screen when Moriarty's face is all over it and the very next scene we see Mycroft on the phone with someone getting the news that this was happening. Coincidence? I think NOT - Lestrade called up Mycroft and told him, CANON.

And then there's the Christmas special or whatever it was, about the abominable bride, and yes, this one is set in Sherlock's drug fevered mind, but that only means that, in Sherlock's mind, he sees the two of them as a set (Sherlock ships it confirmed lol). During the whole episode when we see the canon versions of Mycroft and Lestrade they are together as a unit. When John leaves him, Sherlock's mind goes to the most reliable thing in his life to help him, which is his brother (and his brother's boyfriend) and his friend Lestrade to help him, together. Sherlock asks the two of them to help him dig up a body and they share a Look, which is clearly Mycroft's way of asking Lestrade to do the dirty work of actually digging and Lestrade resignedly concedes because there is no other way to analyse the Look, and in the next scene we see Sherlock and Lestrade digging in a grave while Mycroft holds up a lantern because Mycroft doesn't like legwork and Lestrade, clearly his boyfriend in Sherlock's mind, understands this and is willing to accommodate.

And then we have the whole of S4, or as I like to call it, Johnlock hell but mystrade victories!, because in s4e1 when Mary is shot in the aquarium, the first person they look at is each other, indicating they take some level of comfort or seek it out from one another in a room full of other people, also the two of them arrived together so they clearly coordinated, also when the gun was lifted Mycroft looks shocked and steps back a bit while Lestrade moves forward in a “ready to step in” protective gesture, and this all happened in the same frame, and there are gifsets of this happening, and everyone was quietly screaming (Johnlockers in pain, mystrade shippers in "look at them sharing a frame together look at these scraps we're getting"). In the second ep we don't see them together but we do see Mycroft getting hit on by Lady Smallwood and he looks hella uncomfortable about it, while Lestrade is talking with another detective and Sherlock shoots him down telling him she's not the one (because clearly we all know who is the one and Sherlock knows it's his brother).

Oh yeah also jumping back to S3, Mycroft is saying no one can match him and he sees everyone as goldfish but Sherlock is like oh really and was lowkey concerned about him and that's how the mystrade fandom got this whole goldfish thing and it's adorable (special shout out to duchessclovery ‘s masterful fanvid romcom series A Fish Called Greg), and in the wedding ep Sherlock calls Mycroft to attend the wedding but he refuses, and Sherlock says "specter in the feast" to entice him and I like to interpret that as him lowkey jabbing him with a *in*spector in the feast because Lestrade was there looking tired and lonely throughout the whole ep lmaaaaaaaaaaaaao.

Anyway back to S4E2, Mycroft is getting hit on, Lestrade is the most tired we've ever seen him, Sherlock is trying to waive off Lestrade's suitors to save him for his brother. Why is Lestrade so tired? Yes, he's questioning a suspect or something, but also! maybe it's related to his love interest getting hit on, who knows???? And lastly, the last ep of S4, the golden era of mystrade, at the very end of the episode after we've seen Mycroft at his most vulnerable, Sherlock asks Lestrade to "take care of him (Mycroft). he's not as strong as he seems". This was an explicit request by Sherlock, addressing Lestrade correctly for the first time, to take care of his brother, and Lestrade says yes. Of course I will. S4 ended with the promise of the him taking care of Mycroft and honestly I don't care about the entire episode except that part

2) A: their personalities: so, Mycroft, as his colleagues know him, is ~ the ice man ~. He's hard to know, even harder and more stubborn and isolated than his brother, and on top of that he's like, contractually obligated under his top secret government job to not be known. That makes him, and this is canon as Sherlock discussed his loneliness with him in S3, even more lonely than his brother, and probably, as much as he likes to think himself more accommodating than his brother and he can definitely pretend for the sake of appearances, more difficult to deal with than Sherlock if he really sets his mind to it. But he's not a complete block of ice - after all, ice can melt - and he has soft spots for his family, esp. his unruly little brother, and by extension (maybe more necessity than real care, but still) the people his brother affiliates with. Because Sherlock is so tricky to deal with, I believe he has a soft spot for people who share that softness for his spiky sibling, and no one cares for Sherlock as he does except for Mrs Hudson, John, and Lestrade. Lestrade's done it for even longer than John, and in the show plays a somewhat paternal figure to Sherlock despite him causing him even more stress sometimes than solving cases for him would relieve. Lestrade is shown to drop everything to help Sherlock when he needs it, and is considered one of his best friends when Moriarty put a sniper on each of Sherlock's closest acquaintances (Lestrade was a target). Lestrade always saw the good in Sherlock despite everything, and believed he could be great. Very few sees the same potential, or shows that level of kindness for - lets be honest here - someone we would want to kick in real life. Lestrade's kindness and patience, enough to deal with Sherlock, surely can be extended to involve Mycroft, as Mycroft's protectiveness extends somewhat to Sherlock's friends.

And this is not a one way street of just Lestrade being kind and accepting. The people Sherlock surrounds himself with appear dull, and have "normal" lives, but secretly either have a florid past (Mrs Hudson) (and her present with the race car and her quick thinking when the flat gets ransacked) and/or crave adventure and danger and intrigue (John) (Molly). Lestrade is the probably the same. He seems aggravated by Sherlock but still like him a whole lot and truly care for him, and you don't go into policing if not for some kind of excitement. He has a failed marriage with his wife who boringly cheated on him with a PE teacher, like how predictable and cliche, and they broke up. Lestrade is loyal, and he wants to fix things, but in the end it doesn't work out. The show doesn't really tell us why, but given what we know of his work and his habits, he probably spends way too much time on the job and in part, neglected his home life. That isn't to say the cheating his wife did can be condoned, nor was it justified, but it does tell us that Lestrade is a workaholic who craves excitement and adventure which explains his attachment to Sherlock. Who else can match that with him in a relationship? Another workaholic who surrounds himself in government intrigue and MI6 bullshit cloak and daggers who also share a soft spot for the most annoying detective consultant, of course!!! For all we know from the show, Mycroft is Lestrade's one constant relationship outside of work. Their common interest is keeping their shared loved ones safe. Beyond that, even though Mycroft feels bored by everyone because "no one is as smart as i, hohoho", Sherlock used to be the same but he found John. We see Lestrade able to hold his own against Sherlock sometimes too, and he is a detective inspector, so as much as Sherlock likes to call him dumb we know that Lestrade's actually pretty smart. If he can hold up his own against Sherlock, he can hold up his own against Mycroft. Mycroft needs someone with the patience to go through all his bullshit, and Lestrade needs someone smart and interesting and protective, because as a protector himself sometimes you forget you need someone to protect you in turn. And that is basically their whole thing - two fierce guardians, trying to protect the world, finding they also need protection, and finding it in each other (end of season 4). Also there's this scene where Lestrade is sitting by his desk with his feet propped up while he eats a donut and says "not my division" which looks exactly like this scene where Mycroft is sitting by his desk with his feet propped up looking smug, or as the mystrade shippers like to call it, "boyfriends picking up each other's behaviours". Essentially, the johnlock relationship sort of parallels the mystrade relationship in that we have a smartass, spiky, secretly vulnerable one paired with a badass, patient, relatively more sunny one. But more mature. And also preferable. The two of them share some kind of relationship that has reached the point of nonverbal understanding, as we can see in their quiet glances towards each other during the few times we see them on screen together, that requires a level of trust and time.

2) B: compatibility in external circumstances - this is a short one, it's mostly that they're both workaholics who needs someone to understand their unpredictable work schedules, and also how minimal their social life can get being a) married to work and b) work can be classified and you can't tell anyone about your case files / government coverups. No one could understand the need for secrecy and getting up in the middle of the night for a case/subterfuge than Mycroft and Lestrade, as their career roles work in tangent with each other. And they share (1) chaotic child between the two of them, so they just. get it when one receives a call telling them to fish this loud annoying bitey man child out of the Thames. Their jobs get in the way of establishing close relationships, so who better to relate to than another who live the same kind of life and can understand?

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