#i thought it was just ...FUCKING CRAZY in a good way

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 9 (nsfw)

part 8

“Si?” you ask one day as you’re spooning with him on the bed. His heavy arm draped around you, breathing heavy, he’s half asleep.

“Mm?” he hums sleepily.

“Si, you said your…You said you could be in me, the other day,” you say quietly, hesitantly. “How, exactly, does that work?”

Oh, he’s wide awake now.

He sits up a bit so he can look down at your face. “You don’t know how sex works?”

“I have…an idea. But not the specifics,” you say, avoiding his gaze. And he can see the way you’re starting to blush. “I just don’t understand how your…How all of it can fit in me.”

“Just like my fingers, baby. Your pussy just stretches more,” he explains, gently caressing down your arm.

“But how? It’s so big.”

He chuckles softly. “It fits, baby. With preparation and care, it fits.”

You scrunch up your nose, still obviously confused.

“Why the question, hon?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I wanna try it some day. But I just…I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

Simon inhales deeply, sharply. Jesus. You can’t just say things like that, it affects him.

He ignores the stirring in his pants as he says, “You ever watched porn, girl?”

You glance at him and shake your head.

“You wanna watch with me? So you can understand how sex works?”

It takes little to convince you. You nod, soft eyes full of trust and intrigue.

That’s how you end up sitting between Simon’s legs, your back against his chest as he sits against the headboard. On the TV, a porn video is playing. Nothing too produced, Simon purposely chose an amateur video so it would be as natural as it could get.

You’re only half-watching, though, because Simon’s got his fingers touching your clit, working you up as he whispers in your ear.

“Watch, baby. Look how the girl’s pussy stretches. See? Yours will do that too.”

Your eyes are wide, your breathing is heavy. Occasionally, you whine or mewl, and Simon kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek to calm you.

“The guy is going too hard, but I’ll be more gentle with you, baby. I’ll treat you right,” he assures, his focus not on the video, but on the thought of being in you. God, how it drives him crazy.

“My cock will fit right in here,” he says, slipping a finger into you. “It’ll fill you up to the brim, baby. And you’ll feel good. I promise, it won’t hurt. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.” And then he’s fucking you with his fingers, the video forgotten.

Between understanding what it is that Simon wants to do with you, his fingers in you, and the words he spills into your ear, you come, squealing, body shaking.

Simon helps you ride out your high, holds you close as he kisses the side of your face. When your breathing turns to normal, you spin to face him. “Si?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna do that with you,” you say. “Now. I’m ready now.”

And Simon’s heart almost stops. “Baby. Baby, we’ve got all the time in the world. Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’m sure. I’m ready now, and I want it now.”

He studies your gaze, your expression, your eyes, and sees the determination, not a hint of doubt.

“Alright, baby. Lie down for me. I’m going to treat you like the goddess you are.”

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: ̗̀➛ NO BEDTIME TONIGHT ! yan! octavinelle / gn! reader

ramshackle's finally turned into a heap of rubble. you saw that one coming a long time ago. what you didn't see is the harem of unsavory magicians trying to keep you confined within their dorms. (<- prev )

TW ! choking, bruising, biting, violence, strangling (YES ITS THE EELS) suggestive themes, implied drugging, subtle n*nconsensual somnophilia

You’ve nearly had it. Savanaclaw isn’t a place where you can feel safe— Grim, your only solace of familiarity, won’t sleep with you because of the beastmen and said beastmen keep getting pummeled because they thought it was a good idea to comment on how fuckable you are in front of Jack. Ruggie and Leona don’t even seem to care about keeping their junior in check, maybe even approving of it. 

How can anyone blame you for being normal and wanting not to be the cause of a dozen students’ broken noses? You need to escape, fast. 

You’ve long told Headmaster Crowley about your broken-down Ramshackle, but in headmaster fashion, he seems to be taking his sweet time fixing it. No doubt he’s forgotten about it as he’s frolicking about somewhere. Maybe you can ask the staff to let you sleep in a janitor's closet or the infirmary. Sevens, is this gonna be your life from now on?

“Hmm~? Shrimpie, I heard you’re gettin’ desperate these days~” The last person you want to see regarding your living accommodations is towering over you, mismatched eyes glinting with sick glee as he leers at you. Floyd’s sharp teeth straighten into a mischievous smile, lanky hands grabbing your shoulders. “Why don’t you come to Octavinelle? We ain’t nothin’ but hospitable~”

In Heartslabyul, you were lulled into a sense of comfort because they were your close friends. In Savanaclaw, you were happy at first because Jack is one of the most decent people you know. As soon as you step foot on Octavinelle territory, you know that you were fucked right from the get-go. Scheming businessmen, sadistic twins… You couldn’t get out of this no matter how hard you tried.

FLOYD LEECH seems amused at your darting eyes and frightened look… but also equally displeased at your seemingly resigned state. Clearly, he wanted something more alive to play with. You juggled over whether or not to amuse him by fighting back or to potentially earn a tantrum by staying still and waiting for the right opportunity. Knowing that both types of Floyd were equally as bad, you decided to opt for the one that required less energy.

“C’mon, shrimpy, do something~” He’s poking your cheek as you lay blankly on his bed. He doesn’t share a room with anyone, which checks out because you doubt anyone would want to share a room with this crazy. “You’re boring me here!”

You hold up two fingers in his face. “If I do anything, you’ll either: one, amuse yourself by forcing me to do more through violent means and force.” You put down one finger. “Or two, you’ll squeeze the shit out of me till I lay here dead.” You put down your hand entirely. “Well, tough luck. I don’t like any outcome, so I’m gonna stay still until you get fed and either leave me alone or maul me.”

The lanky eel, kneeling at the side of his bed, pouts as he lays his cheek beside your face. “That’s no fun~ Am I that predictable?”

Predictable in the way that Floyd will always do something disastrous, no matter what happens. Unpredictable in the way that you never know what he’ll end up doing. You flip your head to the side, sulky mismatched eyes and a handsome face just inches away from you… And you sigh. God, these evil suckers just had to be handsome. You pinch his cheek and sit up. “Don’t worry,” you say, drily. “I never know what’s going on in that head of yours. Never did, never will.”

Floyd’s face brightens up, moods as ever-changing as the ocean waters. “Aww, ya flatter me, shrimpy!” He grins as he tackles you to his bed. Ack. You feel like he dug something into your ribs. “Me, I liiike always knowing what’s on your mind. Your face is so cute and expressive! Like when your eyes keep shaking whenever you’re scared, or that stupid-looking smile when you try to lie, or the way your mouth gapes whenever you’re tired! I could stare at you for hours!”

What the… Oh, whatever. “No commentary on the way I smile when happy or something?” You don’t even know why you care anymore.

Floyd stares at you as if you just asked something foreign. “Well, I think your smile’s stupid. Stupid and cute. But—” His mouth slits into a smile of razor-sharp teeth. “I think you’re squishiest when you’re shakin’ in your boots, yeah?”

Staring into a mouth full of teeth that could chomp your flesh off, you gulp down a whimper. Floyd’s grin stretches even more. “Yeah, yeah, like that! I like the way ya try to be a~ll strong and brave when everyone knows how scared ya are. Like how your throat bobs cuz ya got a scream stuck there or something.” His cold, cold hands— gentle at first, then an inescapable pressure as his thumb digs into your throat— clamp themselves around you. His eyes widen as he watches you scramble to pull his hands off you and laughs maniacally. “Yes, like that! Ah~ I don’t get it! How’s someone so pathetic this adorable to look at!”

His expression drops into downright threatening. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Shit, his choke has you seeing stars already. “F–Floyd,” you gasp out, scratching at his arms futilely. “Stop this— I— Kkgh— It isn’t funn—!”

“I’ll tell ya what isn’t funny!” His voice is screeching, eyes looking down at you in… hatred? Glee? Annoyance? Obsession? Fuck, you just want his hands off you. “Who the hell do you think you are, running around in my head like that? Little magicless shrimpy who’s got nothing but a cute face on ‘em! Smilin’ at me like that… makin’ friends with Azul and Jade like it’s sooo easy! You’re makin’ em boring!” He bares his teeth at you. “You’re controlling me!”

How the fuck was that your problem?! You feel your strength failing you. You can’t breathe. Darkness was clouding your vision. You were really gonna fucking die here. You want to go home. You want to go home. You want to go—

He lets go, and you take in a frantic breath as he sits back with an amused expression. “Haha, you’re cute when you’re all gasping like that.”

You glare at him, but you feel that it comes off weakly. Your mind is dazed after being deprived of oxygen, and you feel faint. He laughs even more, a cross between amusement and being… genuine.

“Seven,” he whispers, staring at you like a treasure found on the sea floor. “I really do like starin’ at ya.”

If JADE LEECH had anything to say about the purpling bruises on your neck, he didn’t say it. Rather, he opted to smile at you with his usual slimy grin and poured you a cup of morning coffee, playing the part of the attentive gentleman. His brute of a brother walked right behind you, yawning and sporting a grumpy frown and disheveled hair. 

“Did you have a good night’s rest?” Jade asks, sitting across from you on one of Octavinelle’s dining tables. He’s already dressed in his school uniform despite it being too early in the morning. Ugh. You return his smile, passive-aggressive and barely holding back ire. You’re wearing one of Floyd’s tanks, so you know he can see it. He chuckles, sharp teeth glinting as he lifts his cup of coffee. “Well, apologies for my brother. You know how he is sometimes.”

This isn’t something to just apologize for, you think, but rather a lawsuit and a restraining order. But you doubt any lawyer would be willing to represent you, the magicless alien with not even a single official document on them. You decide to grace his remark with a scoff into your coffee cup. 

“Now, now, let’s not be like this,” Jade pouts. He feigns sadness as he regards your surly demeanor. “We are friends, aren’t we? You know it hurts me to see you be so cold to me.” You level him with an unimpressed stare, and he raises both hands as if to show innocence. “It’s true! Please look back on the times we had together. Saving Azul… breaking you out of Scarabia… defeating Jamil… Why, I thought we were best friends!”

You have to admit, it’s a bit humorous to see Jade act so pitifully, even though you weren’t falling for it. You crack an amused smile, leaning back on your chair as you take another sip. “Mm, yes. Making a deal to release 300 students from slavery… kicking me out of Ramshackle… nearly drowning me on multiple occasions…”

Jade gives up the act, returning to his intimidating smile when he knows you’re not falling for the act. “Why, they say you’re not truly friends if you don’t tease each other.” You snort again.

The two of you fall into a… not-so-comfortable silence. Not-so-comfortable in the way that he’s been staring intensely at the welt around your neck. After a few uneasy minutes, he stands up and walks away. He returns with a salve pot in his hands. “May I?” He asks, fingers already flitting across your neck. His touch is as ice-cold as his brother’s— probably thanks to their cold-blooded biology— and makes you shudder all the same. You offer a meek nod and bare your neck to him.

Jade’s smile stretches as you place yourself in the most vulnerable position possible.

He rubs the salve on your bruises, gentle and tender, all while thinking how you’re still the naive fool you were from the start of the year. By now, you should know not to show too much weakness to them, to him. Yet here you are, offering up your neck like he wasn’t capable of digging into that warm flesh and watching the light leave your eyes without remorse. Two fingers press against the pulse on your neck— one, two, one, two. A sign that you were alive and warm. You crane your neck to frown at him. He chuckles and backs down from the knowing glint in your glare.

“If Floyd bothers you that much, you can always sleep over mine tonight,” he coos. “I imagine it’d be a more comfortable rest. Perhaps more comfortable than that… Heartslabyul vice-leader.” “Trey?” Jade hears the self-mocking in your voice. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Why, didn’t you know? Your sleepovers are the hottest scandals of Night Raven College right now!” He pleasures in the way your ears burn. If he’d nibble on that soft shell, would it be weak enough to break and bleed? “That man… couldn’t stop smiling when I chanced upon him in the greenhouse and pressed him for details. Irritating smile, that one, but I confess it had made me a tad curious as to what exactly transpired.”

He bends his face to grin down at you. “Would you care to reenact the details of that night?”

“W– We did nothing!” You yelp, pushing away that mischievous face. “Just slept in the same bed, that’s all!”

“Hmm, are you sure that’s everything?” Jade hums, circling you to face him. He tidies your hair, untangling the morning knots here and there while observing your face. “He did slip something about your soft, warm tongue… pressed against his fingers… opening up prettily for him…”

Jade’s glee heightens when your blush deepens even further. There was no need for him to use his unique magic to deduce that this was the truth. “He told you that?!”

“Nope!” He laughs a bit when he hears your frustrated groan, tricked and betrayed. “I was merely guessing what that pervert might have done to you. No need to fear, dear. Should you sleep with me tonight, you would not suffer like that?”

You stare at him incredulously. “Really?” Sevens, you really know him, don’t you?

“Of course not.” He twirls a strand of your hair around a finger, kissing it gently and peering down at you. You swear that his one golden eye shines under the fluorescent lighting. “Unlike him, my perversions lie somewhere… bloodier.”

Like hell you were gonna sleep with Jade after that! … Is what you told yourself. Unfortunately, being the target of a Leech sibling’s affection means there is no way to squeeze yourself out of that situation. AZUL ASHENGROTTO seems to know that much, because even with the huge scowl on his face as he observes your bruised neck and the bite marks on your collar, he can’t seem to blame you. He’s cooking up a healing potion that could at least lessen the severity of these ugly marks. You had joked about never being able to pay back that potion, and he sighed and said it would be on the house… after all, it was his members’ fault.

“What a surprise,” you laugh as he offers the potion to you. Azul looks absolutely distraught by your mangled neck. “Didn’t think I’d get something for free from you.”

The octo merman huffs at you. “I’ve given you lots of things over the months, haven’t I?!”

It’s been a while since the two of you were alone together, but you remember how fun it is to tease him. Outside, Azul could be pompous and condescending— he has an image to retain. But now alone in his bedroom, it seems that Azul has decided to forgo the facade and be his normal, pouty self. “Honestly,” he sighs, willing the used cauldron and other supplies to fly out of the room. “I do a lot of things for you that I wouldn’t do for anyone else, don’t I? And for free too!” You squint at him. “Most of the time.” You squint harder, and he throws his hands in the air. “Sometimes! Sometimes is already too much— I’m enterprising here!”

You smirk and chug the potion down. Slightly sweet and bubbly, not unlike a soda. “Thanks so much, dorm leader,” you coo. “To be on the receiving end of the Octavinelle head’s generosity, you truly embody the illustrious Sea Witch’s benevolence.” He takes the bottle away from you, miffed, but you smile at the red coloring on his ear tips. What a cutie.

He sighs. “Jade and Floyd… They’ve always been violent, but something about you makes it worse. Floyd’s strangled a few people here and there, yes… But Jade’s always managed to hold himself back.” He brushes a careful finger over your wounds and sighs when you wince. “Sevens, they outright mangled you. The potion will take effect in a few minutes, don’t worry.”

“I get that it’s in their biology to be violent, but really! Making trouble for me…” He continues to rant. A scheming smile spreads across his face. “Why, if you insist on pressing charges, I’d be happy to write up a contract for you. Nothing too charging, of course! Though the same can’t be said for them once we present our — ahem, your clauses.”

“No one’s pressing anything, Azul,” you laugh, resting your cheek on your hand while Azul paces his room. “It’s, well, it’s not nothing… but I’d rather not get myself into any more trouble. If the rumors are true, then I’d rather not have any conflict with the Leech family.”

“Hmph, too kind!” He turns around and wags a finger in your face. “This is why it’s so easy to take advantage of you. Even things like this, you’re willing to let go! Have you not learned a single thing during your time here in NRC? You’re lucky that you have me to cover up for you!”

“Yes, yes,” you hum. “Ve~ry lucky.”

Azul smiles— less pompous and more satisfied— and straightens his back. Heh. “Exactly! After all, I am benevolent. Worry not, your rest with me will be the most peaceful you’ve had in days!”

He can hardly believe his luck. Wait, no, this isn’t luck. Everything good that has happened to Azul’s life is because he worked hard for it, and Sevens, did he work for this. You, vulnerable in your state of sleep, sprawled across his bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. From the state of your eyebags, he guessed that you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep with either Floyd or Jade, but with him… Heh, the twins might not view it that way, but this was a win for Azul.

Gently as not to stir you, Azul reaches out and brushes his hand against your cheek. It’s warm, like rays of sun on his cold skin. As soon as he saw you in that fateful entrance ceremony, he thought you really weren’t NRC material. When you sidled up to him in the underwater museum and had a conversation about his past, like he didn’t try to kill you and your friends, he knew you weren’t made for this school. Not when you were too good for him. Not when you stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, gazing at that horrid field trip picture and granting an unjudging ear to his monologue.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Aaah… No one deserves you. Not me, not anyone. But aaah…” He cozies up in the crook of your neck, relishing in that soft warmth. “The things I would do to keep you down in the waters with me. I’d do anything for you, buy anything for you… just to be mine and mine alone.”

“Mine, be mine…” His begging comes off in short whines, pleading to your unconscious body. “I couldn’t bear it… to see you frolicking around with some idiot that isn’t me…”

Something slithers around your leg, sticking to it like a parasite on an easy prey. It suckles softly, while its owner cradles you with his many legs as he relishes in his most prized treasure’s body. You shift a bit, eyes furrowing as if your unconscious mind was telling you that something was off. Sleep wasn’t supposed to carry the weight of another person, and rest should not be disturbed by tentacles gently suckling on your skin.

Azul wonders what would happen if you’d wake— not that you would, he made sure of that. He wonders if your eyes would widen, heart stuck in your throat, face frozen in that fearful expression that the twins love to praise. His heart drops. No, he’d rather see you gently smile at him. He’d rather you return his myriad of desperate kisses and stroke his hair, call him pretty despite all the insecurities.

He brushes his lips against yours— not quite a kiss, but enough to make him crave more. You truly make him pathetic.

Floyd Leech changed Azul Ashengrotto’s nickname to ILLKILLYOUILLKILLYOU

ILLKILLYOUILLKILLYOU (Azul Ashengrotto): Heh. Now what could have possibly caused this tantrum now?

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): Now, now, Azul. As your closest friends, it’s not nice to play dumb around us. 

ILLKILLYOUILLKILLYOU (Azul Ashengrotto): Ugh. It’s weird when you say that. And I don’t like your tone.

You (Floyd Leech): WHAT DID U DO TO MY BRUISES ON SHRIMPY. WHERE ARE THEY.

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): It has also occurred to me that my bite marks are gone. What a shame… The mementos of our beautiful night together gone because of a scheming octopus.

You (Floyd Leech): IM GONNA FGUCKING STUFF YOU IN UR OCTO POT U STUPID OCTO AND ILL STUFF U FULL OF UR STUPID POTIONS TILL U TURN BACK ROUND AND NICE TO EAT THEN TURN U INTO TAKOYAKI AND FEED U TO SHRIMPY

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): Floyd, please. Let us not feed this stupid octopus to our pitiful prefect.

ILLKILLYOUILLKILLYOU (Azul Ashengrotto): … I don’t appreciate the comments on my body.

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): Mm. Pity. Floyd and I are looking over octopus recipes. Personally, I’d prefer to place you on a sushi platter.

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): Perhaps we will start off by cutting those insipid tentacles of yours. For erasing our marks and placing your own.

You (Floyd Leech): it was kinda hot tho

You (Floyd Leech): back of the thigh. erotic doncha think

ILLKILLYOUILLKILLYOU (Azul Ashengrotto): Why, then you’ll be pleased to see the marks on their back, Floyd.

fuck ur mushrooms (Jade Leech): Oh my. I don’t think mother and father would be pleased to know that Floyd has broken yet another phone.

[lovethegenuine]

Cut From the Same Cloth.

Art by: urinecrust on tiktok!

Read it on ao3! (kudos appreciated)

pairing: stalker/human!hector x afab/stalker!reader

Summary: An alternate reality where you've taken up stalking your next-door neighbor, Hector, only to find out he has the same sick and filthy obsession for you.

Warnings: Obviously +18, this is literally porn in essay format. non-con voyeurism (hector hides under your bed), oral sex, pnv sex, mutual stalking, biting/marking. Let me know if I missed something!

Notes: I love writing alternate realities, so don't kill me. I wanted to stalk him as much as he did for the player. Hector has me WHIPPEDDDD he's been all over my fyp so I cracked my fingers and got to fucking WORK. Originally, this was gonna be a series, but I already have a series going, and I can't focus on one thing to save the life of me, so one-shot it is! If this gets a good amount of attention, I'll consider turning this into a series. (more notes at the end for no spoilers!)

Word Count: 5.0k

Additional Notes: need that submissive hvac system

You'd always been the obsessive type.

As a kid, you would often become attached to various things, alive or material. It never did get better as you got older. In fact, the right person would consider it worse than before. However, you weren't the right person. If anything, you thought of yourself as charming. Wouldn't it be nice to be worshipped? To be loved beyond comprehension? This was always your way of justifying a lot of your weird behaviors. And it was the same for your new obsession: your next-door neighbor.

You had only seen him once, when you ran into him while leaving your home. You had given him a smile possibly too wide that he returned with a flushed face and pouted lips. That was more than enough for you to fall for him. He avoided you like the plague after, but given that you both lived side by side in an apartment building, you could hear him plenty, and you reveled in this.

All the times he spoke, coughed, or cursed. You heard it. The walls weren't thin enough to distinctly make out words, but you knew what his voice sounded like, and that's what mattered to you. Even on the nights when he moaned out just a bit too loud, you heard and cherished it.

After a month of having your new crush, you had already collected two beloved keepsakes—a recording of his moans and a piece of mail addressed with his full name.

Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado.

Sort of a mouthful, not that you minded. But, for the sake of quickened pleasure, you preferred to moan just his first name as you dreamt of all the ways you could confess to him.

Hector, I love you.

Hector, I need you.

Hector, let me be yours as you are mine.

Never mind the fact that you had only witnessed his existence once. Still, you continued to trace the outline of what little memory you had of him in your mind. From his brown skin, curly hair, and bushy eyebrows, to his crooked nose and faded mustache. You didn't care if these were the only traits you could recover. It was a blessing to you, nonetheless, and got you off many times.

You did, however, start to wonder if he was genuinely avoiding you, given that you never saw him again after you'd seen him in the hallway. If it weren't for the occasional sneeze or cough, you would have thought he was dead.

You did attempt to take it upon yourself to perform several wellness checks on Hector, but you could never catch a time when his door wasn't attentively locked.

Were you ugly? Was your smile too tense? Weren't you easy on the eyes? Didn't he want to see you too?

Every time you questioned yourself, it made you hot with anger. Can he see how fucking hopeless it made you to live without him? How crazy you became just at the idea of him? You started to suspect that he'd been depriving you of his presence on purpose.

He liked it—loved it, actually, to see you wallow and sulk around like a lost puppy. It was a test; you were sure of it. A test to see if you needed him as severely as you said you did.

After a whole day of working at your customer service job, you became especially riled up. You passed by his door as you did daily, but this time you stopped. Hector continued to stay hidden in the confinements of his home. Shifting your feet, you placed yourself directly in front of what now looked like the gates of heaven to you. You let one gentle fist raise as you contemplated the idea of giving his door a knock. Would he answer? What would you say if he did? I love you?

You eventually gave up and trailed back home, still yearning for just one interaction.

As you lay awake in your bed that night, you recounted that same series of questions you were forced to ask with no answer to follow. As you stirred in your anger, you slowly let your hand trail down to the waistband of your shorts. You teased yourself, pretending as if Hector was the one controlling the pace. Once you eventually let your hand enter your pants, you danced around the fold of your lips, gently dipping your fingers in and out, not yet probing yourself as you continued with your odd fantasy.

"Please, Hector. Let me feel you." You shuttered.

You hoped for a second that he'd manifest from the darkness of your apartment to take care of you. You wished so badly that he'd sense your pain and ease you with a pleasure only he could provide. If only he'd take control.

What did he smell like? What were his hobbies? Did he think you were pretty? What would he say as he fucked you? Would he be sweet or controlling? Honestly, just getting to know what he felt like would've been a gift alone. Was it bigger in width or length? Did his erection have a curve? What made him hard? What did he prefer in a partner? It didn't matter. You could become anything he wanted you to be at the drop of a hat. You'd do anything.

You eventually became so bothered that you lost control and began penetrating yourself. With two filthy fingers, you found yourself stretched around your digits as you continued to call out for Hector.

That is, until you heard his voice.

It was soft but close enough that you heard exactly what he said.

Your name in a soft whimper.

You thought for a second that you might've been mistaken, considering how close it was. It sounded crystal clear, like he was in the room with you. You put your masturbation on pause as you contemplated your sanity. Were you so pent up with lust that you started to have audible hallucinations?

Then came a soft exhale. It was crisp, not like the muffled quality you were so used to. In fact, you had half a mind to believe it came from under you. In all honesty, if Hector really were under your bed, you would jump for fucking joy. Just the idea made you shiver with delight. So, for fun, you decided to take a look.

You gathered yourself out of bed and bent under to take a peak. Aside from the occasional dust bunnies, the space under your bed was usually clear. On any night, you could look under and see the moonlight reflect off the floor across the other side. However, there was now a black mass in place of the empty space. It took your eyes a second to not only adjust but comprehend what was in front of you. When you eventually did, you were met with the awkward face of,

Hector.

His eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, frozen in place, waiting for your reaction.

You took a short breath, letting your body fall back in disbelief.

He took this as disgust and immediately fumbled awkwardly from under your bed.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll leave. I'm leaving now." He couldn't even look at you as he rambled on, apologizing profusely as he scrambled to fix himself.

He was touching himself. Not just anywhere, but under your bed. It was perverted, disgusting, horrific even. But above all things, it was filthy.

And it was your type.

Just as Hector was about to rush out of your room, you grabbed hold of the cuff of his jeans. It made him trip slightly, but it also got his attention. He looked back at you, angling his head downward to meet your eyes. He'd been so quick with his attempted exit that you hadn't really gotten a chance to look at him. Now that he was out from under the shadows of your bed, you could take in his appearance, just as you did the first day you met him.

His face was flushed, presumably with embarrassment. He looked at you like he was about to pass out. This was accompanied by his ragged breath and shaky legs. It was cute, just as you knew he would be.

"Why are you rushing to leave?" You pleaded.

You'd finally gotten what you had wished for: mutual attraction. Which is what you also assumed he'd hoped for. So you couldn't understand why he would even fathom leaving you again.

"Don't you want me to?" He squeaked.

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Did I say that? Come on, don't do this to me, Hector." You begged. It was slightly pathetic, but you were shamelessly desperate, and not an ounce of you could care less.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised. You continued to look up at him, waiting for him to do anything. Letting go of his cuff, you watched the gears seemingly turn in his head. He looked at the exposed window in your room for a breath and then shuffled his feet to face you. You almost lost your breath as he squatted down to your level, his face now inches from yours. You felt your jaw falter as you became lost in his appearance. His mustache was fuller than before, as were his eyebrows. His brown skin was glossed with sweat that you knew would taste just as delicious as it smelled. One more second, and you would've taken your tongue to lick up the sweetness that seeped from his flesh.

He turned away from you with the same pouty lips he had in the hallway.

"Please, don't stare at me. I can't tell if you're disappointed or not." He mumbled.

His voice was meek. You could tell he wasn't much of a stand-up guy, given how hesitant he was in front of you. Was this the test? Was he behaving like this to see if you really were desperate? You finally had him, or would eventually have him. Not only that, but he presented himself to you. How sweet was he to not only return your affection but to stay.

"Disappointed?" You hurriedly closed the gap between you. With one swift motion, you took your tongue and slid it across his shut lips.

This was your way of giving your beloved consent, not that you felt he needed it. If he wanted you, he could've had you.

You leaned away for a moment to catch a glimpse of his reaction. He fell back, unable to handle his weight after your cheeky taste. He then lifted a shaky hand to cover his now immensely flustered expression.

"I've seen you already, haven't I? Hector. Valentino. Airnesto. Condicionado." You made sure to emphasize how well-known he was to you. How much care you had put into getting to know him with what little material he'd given you.

"If I was disappointed, would I be so eager to fuck you?" You leaned back into Hector's bubble, letting your hot whispers caress his slick neck.

You felt him shift under you with one nervous whimper. The faint light from the lamp on your bedside reflected off his sticky neck. Just one more inch and your teeth would collide into his sweet skin, finally getting to know what he tasted like.

"Ah, you, uh, know my full name." He sighed, his voice trembling with every word.

"Is that bad?" You replied without a beat, taking a moment to look at him from under his chin.

He fumbled over his words, taking quick looks at you before averting his eyes with growing embarrassment.

"No. It's just, well." You knew he had more to add to that thought; however, you became too impulsive at the moment.

Letting your greedy mouth take control, you began to suck at the side of Hector's neck. With every suckle, you listened as he attempted to put his thoughts into words rather than gibberish.

"God, I can't, my love, when you, please..." He tried to push you off with one weak hand to no avail.

He tasted rather salty in a way that made sense to you. It was gritty, rich, and a bit sour. Overall, it wasn't a bad taste by any means.

"I can't, I can't meet you like this." He whined.

"I'm sorry for being so desperate. Fuck!" He let out a tiny yelp once you added your teeth.

Once you had finished sucking, you unlatched your teeth from his neck. You looked at the spot you'd been working on to find a dark, purplish hickey in its place. A disgusting grin spread across your lips as you admired your creation.

As if you'd sucked out all of his energy from one kiss, he fell back now with his body entirely on the floor and under you. Seeing him sprawled out on your floor was practically a dream come true. What would you do with him first? Get to know him or get straight to business?

"This isn't how it was supposed to go!" Hector whined again, his body trembling as he attempted to slide out from under you.

"I was supposed to take you out first, get to know you, make your night. I was supposed to court you like a gentleman!" He haphazardly cupped one side of his face with one hand as he moved up.

You countered his attempts by stepping over him with every shuffle backward.

"Please, my love. I can't have you like this." He pleaded with you.

"You're a hypocrite, you know that, Hector?" You chuckled.

"You need to court me? Be a gentleman? Do gentlemen hide under the beds of the people they plan to pursue?"

He'd crawled out to the middle of your living room, making no progress in the sheepish attempt to escape from under you.

"I'm sorry, I truly meant to be patient, but after countless nights of hearing you moan my name, it was hard to stay forbearing." He finally looked up at you, meeting your eyes with a sulking expression.

"I don't need your apologies. Neither do I need you to woo me properly." You knelt your head back down to meet him almost at his lips.

"Wanna know the best way to win me over?" You snarled with bated breath.

Hector eagerly nodded his head.

"With every ounce of my being." He whispered back at you.

You cut the remaining inch between you and planted a gentle kiss on his warm yet dry lips.

"Fuck me." It was rather forward, but there was no other way to say it. You needed him.

He followed your lips as they left his, yearning to meet them again in the middle.

"Ok, I can, I can do that for you." He mumbled, returning the kiss with a more hastened attitude.

You found a comfortable spot on his lap as you finally laid your body onto Hector. With the way that you were positioned, you could feel the outline of his hard-on prodding at your pussy through the fabric of both his and your pants. It was wonderful—this moment of intimacy you could finally behold. You were on top of your cherished next-door neighbor, and kissing him at that.

After a minute of tender kisses, Hector let his hands finally touch you. Your whole body shivered as they began to roam across whatever exposed skin you had. He started at your shoulders, and soon his fingers traced down your arms, then to your back, where he rolled up the bottom of your loose tank to travel up your spine. You had planned to take advantage of the position you were both in by exploring every inch of Hector's skin, but he kept you low to him while slowly working towards eliminating your tank top. You let a series of small moans spill from your lips into the kiss. You felt his lips curl into a cheeky smile before you had to break the contact to finally remove your top.

"Contain yourself, my love. We haven't even started." Hector chuckled, still slightly awkward, but he was beginning to become more charming nonetheless.

Your chest was now exposed to him, given that you weren't ever wearing a bra. He tried to take a good look to marvel at the shape, but soon he became preoccupied again with marrying his lips against yours. So, he left it up to his hands to get to know every inch of them. He fondled your breasts with such a gentle touch that it was almost as if he believed they would shatter if he were to apply any more pressure.

You broke the kiss, which earned you some complaints in the form of whimpers from Hector. While it was cute, you paid no mind to it. Instead, you became concerned with something else: the skin under his shirt. He kept his warm hands on your breasts, groping and pinching at the tips of your nipples while you slid your hands under his top. Your fingers slowly started to become acquainted with the details of his exterior. This was, however, a challenging feat to accomplish because, with every pinch Hector gave your nipples, you tensed up with unfathomable pleasure. You felt your arms stall at his chest hair as you tried to twirl the hairs between your fingers to no avail. You didn't think you would ever be this sensitive, but soon you found yourself trembling from his comforting touch.

"Something wrong?" He cooed.

You could only whimper in response, which was pleasantly pathetic. The palms of his now increasingly hot hands slid off your delicate chest, down the sides of your quivering torso, finally finding themselves at the waistband of your shorts. With one sly finger, he tugged at the fabric, watching—waiting for your reaction.

You didn't realize it, but you'd closed your eyes shut, and it didn't occur to you until you had felt the sensation of his fingers creeping into your pants. You looked at him with eager eyes that he read immediately. Sitting up, Hector shifted his arms to cradle you as he turned the tables on you. You soon found yourself in the position he was in just a moment ago, under you. Your bare back lightly hit the cold floor, and once you were settled, he began to remove not only your shorts but your underwear as well. It was apparent that he was just as anxious to get what he'd wanted, just as you were.

"I do want to apologize for my growing absence, my beauty." He was practically salivating as he knelt down to face the entrance of your aching core.

You tried to keep a keen eye on Hector by elevating your body with your elbows, but you became so nervous that your head fell back, leaving everything he did as a surprise.

He parted your folds with two fingers and began to practically talk into your entrance.

"It was, embarrassing, to even consider showing my face after our premature meeting."

His hot breath played with the sticky skin of your cunt. With every flattering word that hit your filthy flesh, you grew more flushed and impatient. He was just as desirous but enjoyed watching you yearn for whatever—however he planned to please you. He was certainly at your service, but he planned to take his time just relishing in this newfound intimacy. He toyed with the idea of making you beg, but his lust was already unbearable. Besides, he couldn't fathom the thought of your sad puppy dog eyes as you whined for his touch. He didn't need the confirmation. Hector already knew how badly your body craved his. After all, he'd spent nights listening to your desperate yet soft cries of delectation. He couldn't bear to listen to them any longer.

With his searing tongue, Hector began to indulge in your flesh. You both had more to say to each other, but with the growing tension in the air, neither of you could take it. So straight to business it was.

Pleasure took control of you in the form of various sounds and twitches. Your hands attempted to grasp at the solid floor while your toes curled over themselves. As Hector sampled every inch of your cunt, he took one of your legs and applied it onto his shoulder. He couldn't determine if he wanted to savor your reaction or taste. For the most part, it was both. While he worshipped you with his tongue, he made sure to revel in every whimper, every moan, and every grunt that made its way from your mouth. It was his work, after all.

Soon, Hector snuck a thick digit into you, which made you yelp in shock. He chuckled while keeping his warm mouth on you. The feeling of his one finger was surprisingly different from your two fingers. Maybe it was because you weren't the one controlling the pace or the pressure. However, giving it some more thought, it was odd. He used his finger as if he were more concerned with finding a specific spot. It soon became frustrating the more he continued.

You finally let your head fall forward to look down at Hector. Once your eyes hit him, you were met with a pair of cunning yet awkward eyes staring back at you. He took his mouth off your clit just enough for you to hear him talk yet also just enough for you to feel the heat of every word.

"Unsatisfying, right?" He snickered.

You furrowed your brow at him, making him laugh harder. He was playing with you, but you couldn't determine his purpose. Frankly, he was fascinated by how you needed him so badly. To say he was aware of your obsession with him would be a significant understatement. The first time he'd heard his own name whimpered through the thin wall of his apartment, he wanted to—well, he didn't really know what he wanted to do. He never thought you would actually take a liking to him ever.

Truth be told, he was the one who liked you first. The day you knocked on his door to introduce yourself after you had moved in, he never answered. But he watched you through the peephole, too nervous to open the door. He saw your sweet, confused face as you left and vowed that one day, he'd work up the courage to ask you out. The only problem for him was his "plain face" and "ugly features". So he kept you waiting for a day when that courage came. If it weren't for how desperate he was to be near you, you would've never seen him again.

"Alright, I'll do it properly." He promised, and soon, his lips found themselves latched onto your now puffy clit while his finger pumped in and out of you at a tantalizing pace.

Once he added a second finger in the mix, it was over. You felt the heat in you boil up as you grew closer and closer to your peak. The way his tongue was shockingly attentive made you eerily jealous. How was he so good? Why was he so good? Was he with others before you? How much practice had he had?

"How are you so good-!" Your growing anger was cut off by pleasure boiling over.

He made you cum. Quicker than you could've ever managed by yourself. It was slightly embarrassing how fast he drew that out of you, but then that shame morphed into agitation as he kept going.

"I came! You can stop, please!" You whined, giving him a tiny slap on the head.

He let out a small grunt but never let up. He helped you ride out your orgasm and then some. You became dizzy and frustrated by the constant feeling of lips licking and lapping at you like a lollipop. Your whines became louder, and the pumping of his fingers grew faster. It wasn't long before he sucked another orgasm out of you. Your body fell back onto the ground as you shivered with overwhelming delight. You almost felt tears collect in the corners of your eyes. It was too much. Thankfully, he finally had his fill after you came a second time.

He crawled up away from your cunt and back up to your rosy face with delicate eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, your taste is something heavenly. I felt increasingly like a ravenous dog as I ate from your sweet, sweet skin, my love." He shuttered a bit as he whispered close to your face.

You could smell yourself on his breath. It was, enthralling, to say the least. You both stared at each other for a minute, taking in the different details that made up the other person. Hector's eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your living room. He was in love, and it was plastered all over his pussy drunken face. You must've made a particularly needy face because suddenly, he leaned back and began to unbutton his pants. You scooted from under him and sat up, watching as he messed with his pants. It was funny; he was fumbling to button up his jeans just a moment ago. Now, here he was, desperate to do the opposite.

"Do you need me to tie my hair up?" You asked.

He froze and peered up at you in confusion.

"What, what do you mean?"

You froze yourself.

"What do you mean what do I mean?" You questioned. "Don't you want me to suck you off?"

"Oh. Hardly." He remarked like it was the most casual thing you could've asked.

He continued to undo the zipper of his jeans as you sat there in puzzlement.

"...Why?" You finally managed to say.

"Do you think I've been blue balling myself just to finally get a blow job? I'm sure your mouth would be something else, but I've waited too long, my love."

Without a second more, Hector pulled his already erect cock out from his jeans. Finally, you could have multiple answers to the plethora of questions you'd asked yourself plenty of nights. It was just slightly bigger in width than length. The size was quite normal but big enough to where you knew it'd hit all corners. He was also circumcised, and no, he did not have a curved erection.

You stared at his penis for longer than you should've. It was as if you'd found the correct puzzle piece, and now the picture would finally come together.

"And I'm sure you've waited too long, too, no?" He purred before scooting your body closer to his.

Your ass made an embarrassingly loud squeak as it slid across the floor. However, neither of you paid any mind because soon, Hector would be inside of you.

You let your body fall to the floor again as he lined his cock up to the entrance of your slick cunt. Slowly, he began to press it into you while holding your hips. This, of course, drew out a variety of different whimpers and whines. It wasn't entirely painful, but it was vastly different in comparison to just your two fingers. Once he bottomed you out, he looked at you and never let his eyes leave you again. You gazed back at him with a drunken expression and mopey lips. He smiled at you. It wasn't a malicious grin but a smile that matched the same tenderness that had run through him since the beginning. He began to pump in and out of you, watching the dissimilar faces that your features contorted into.

"You have a lovely face when you cum." He whimpered with a very meek voice.

You tried to remark with something but were too lost in the embrace of Hector to even think of what you'd say. This is how it went for the next five minutes. He would feed you sweet nothings, possibly fishing for a slurred yet coherent response, only to be met with a series of loud whines and gibberish. Through the sounds of slaps and your own enjoyment, you could hear Hector's voice begin to crack with every other sentence. Almost as if he was about to finish.

"Did you want to try a different position, my love? Or-!" Before he could conclude whatever he meant to say, he came.

It was fast. Quicker than you thought sex with Hector would be like. You felt his hot semen flood into you as he grunted and whimpered, tightening his grip on your hips as he whined the words, "I'm sorry!"

You watched as he averted his eyes from you with a guilty expression. Shivering, you propped yourself up and out of his lap with your hands. His penis slid out of you as you moved, and soon you felt his sperm do the same. You placed a gentle but shaky hand on his cheek, guiding his face back to yours. The remaining arm holding you up felt like jello. He'd somehow drained every bit of you. If he had came too fast this time, you didn't even want to imagine what sex would be like on his good days. His eyes found your face again, and he placed his now sticky hand atop yours. Another lovely smile painted itself across his lips, and like a disease, his visual delight spread to you. A grin likewise of the same loveliness soon laid itself on your face.

Nothing was said at that moment. The silence between the both of you was enough to say what needed to be said.

"I love you."

Well, maybe a couple of words needed to be spoken.

Regardless of the timing and the duration of what happened between you. It was still bound to be the start of a rather eccentric relationship. You were made for each other, and nothing would be better.

"I love you, too."

End Notes: I was originally going to include a plethora of things. Hector was actually going to drill a hole in your wall, but I didn't know how I'd make that work. I was also going to have you and Hector go a second round, but again, I'm unmedicated, and if I randomly go to TikTok instead of finishing my fanfiction again, I WILL kill myself. ALSOOO i want this blog to be filled with hector for a month so PLEASE if you want anything hector REQUEST IT!

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I love this so much more then the other thread to be honest. I mean i did cry but Tim never knew Danny was his soulmate. I'm not sure he ever knew he even had one. Tim was young at the time. No one explained anything to him. Maybe after finding some case of rejected soulmate going crazy and doing "if i can't have you no one can" he finds out bout the whole soulmate writing on your skin. Danny truly did fuck up. He was very affected emotionally and was hurting. So he lashed out. And considering he was 16 in this thread? (I'm not sure for how long he stayed antagonizing tim in the other one) Yep. I can see that. So both of them now grown up. Both supposedly having moved on from each other, right? But now adult tim (which i'm pretty sure means 21-25. Danny was affected by Tim's rejection for a very long time but these types of things can make you burn out. And after a second rejection? Yeah. Danny VERY hurt but ultimately he burned out. His brain just decided he can't spare any more energy on this emotional wreck of a ride) has to feel the rejection Danny felt all time when they were teens. I wanna see if it would drive him up the wall like it did to Danny back in the day or would Tim keep himself in his tight grip of self-control. Considering how unhinged (usually in a good way) Tim is on a normal day? Yeahhh... I think he would not handle it well. Especially if we remember how obsessive he was in his cloning days. (Actually, now that I think about it, what if because of the Tim's cloning thing the whole batfam (and probably Tim's team minus Tim and maybe Kon) think Kon was Tim's soulmate and that's why they never thought the possibility of this being why Danny was so obsessed with Tim in his teens?) I want the whole batfam clicking the pieces together while Tim is bluescreen-ing and obsessing in the back ground. Just Danny being "yeah my bad. yeah... sorry... yeah." and scratching the back of his head. Like HE moved on and for him it's just awkward and embarrassing now. Like how some boys had experience of being in the mind set of "nice guy" while having a crush a selebrity (and probably sending dm-s to that selebrity). THAT would be the level of embarrassment, awkward-ness and guilt he would feel. For danny? It's low stakes now. He got through it and now can finally look at the situation objectively, without the overwhelming amount of emotions clouding his judgement. Yeah it was his bad for lashing out and not communicating at all. There are a few hiccups and some pretty rash actions on batfam's side of things but overall? Yeah.. Sorry I was such a mess back then. It's okay if you don't forgive me. I did cause a lot of greif for all of you. I can give you all a few favors as compensation.

He doesn't even look at Tim anymore. He saw that he wasn't listening and decided to not waste time, just explain everything to his ex-soulmate's family and then go back to his lair.

He has his duties to fulfill (And if we want to hurt timmy more, we can have him taking care of his children (which magic community would supposedly know about. They didn't know HE was the king but they DID know about the new king and his children, for example) that just were cores of all the dead, terminated and or still cryo-sleeping clones that Vlad made back in the day. We can have him save each clone with the help of clockwork or only save those that were in cryo-pods to minimise the sheer amount of children he has to raise.)

Just Danny felling awkward and a bit guilty on his end while Tim is having to grapple with the overwhelming feelings of quiet rejection on his end. Danny did make Tim feel something while he was antagonizing him back then. But Tim? he would have no chance of doing the same now. Danny seen everything. Danny moved on

@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!

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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.

All the person asked was, "Why?"

Tim never answers.

2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.

The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.

3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.

4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.

Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.

5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."

6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.

He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.

7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.

8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"

Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."

9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.

The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.

10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.

Over time, they became loyal to him.

11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.

Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side

12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.

Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."

RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.

13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"

Damian proceeds to lose his mind.

14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.

Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.

15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.

He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?

16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"

Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.

17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,

Jason: Need help?

Phantom: Please?

Jason: *escapes with Danny*

Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!

18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"

Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.

19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.

20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.

21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.

22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.

23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.

Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.

24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.

25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.

The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.

[jammatown919]

Huntr/x / Polytrix Headcanons

Mira's love language is acts of service

Zoey's is physical touch

Rumi's is words of affirmation

They're all decent cooks, but Mira does it most often because it's a quiet, comfortable way to show her affection.

Zoey cooks when she wants foods she grew up with that aren't usually good or easy to find in Korea. Girl just wants a decent burger.

Rumi knows how to make a handful of meals that Celine taught her. Very practical, nutrient-dense meals.

Mira is the only one of them that can drink without making it everyone else's problem. Rumi's never had a drop of alcohol before her girls convince her to try it, so her tolerance is LOW. Zoey doesn't get drunk immediately, but for reasons unknown it just makes her crazy sick after like two drinks.

Rumi and Mira speak some English (Mira more than Rumi) but there are still occasionally shenanigans with Zoey forgetting a Korean word and the other two not knowing what she's saying so she has to keep asking for the "clip-clip" (she wants her nail trimmers) or mime out what she's trying to say ("the vacuum?" "a shovel?" "FUCK- FRYING PAN!!!!!").

Zoey and Mira have always respected Celine deeply, but they're PISSED at her for forcing Rumi to hide from them and saying everything she did about demons knowing how it was affecting her.

Rumi and Mira are a little obsessed with Zoey's freckles, and she never 100% understood it until she started to really appreciate Rumi's patterns and would unconsciously say the same type of shit they've always said to her ("so cuuute, so prettyyy, can I touch th- wait...")

They do each other's hair a lot, and Zoey and Mira will argue over who gets to do Rumi's braid.

Rumi's hair is rarely out of the braid unless she's washing it because it is CRAZY long and sweeps the floor.

Zoey's hair is actually also fairly long, it's just usually up in the little braided buns. She has yet to appear publicly with her hair down so it makes a really good disguise for when she doesn't want to get recognized.

Zoey's parents divorced when she was in high school, and her mom moved back to Korea. She chose to stay in the States so she could finish school and spent most breaks (except for every other Christmas) in Korea with her mom. When she moved to Korea full-time, she only lived with her mom for like a month before she joined Huntr/x, and interestingly enough they don't really talk anymore.

Mira's parents were pretty emotionally abusive and would punish her with silence and isolation for failing to conform to their standards. They never hit her, but they made it obvious that they didn't like the person she was growing to be and frequently compared her to her brother. The final nail in the coffin was when they found out she was gay and told her she either needed to hide it and find a man anyway or get out of their house. Surprising no one, they don't talk anymore, and both parties have removed a lot of evidence of her even being their daughter from their lives.

Mira has a lot of issues surrounding passive-aggression and the silent treatment and would much prefer someone just scream at her than ignore her. If she thinks the girls aren't talking to her as much as usual, she immediately feels like something's wrong. When they do argue, they also have to make it very clear that they're not ignoring her, they just want some space to gather their thoughts, because otherwise she'll start spiraling.

Zoey used to get bullied a LOT as a kid and is still pretty sensitive to feeling like she's being made fun of. It took her over a year to get to the point of actually asking the others to watch turtle videos and such with her because she was always told her interests were annoying. She also used to flinch around them because she joined Huntr/x when she was freshly graduated and just coming out of several years of being physically picked on. She was just very used to people shoving her or hitting her if she annoyed them. While they didn't get the full story for a while, Mira and Rumi both noticed and started to treat her very gently as a result.

Celine genuinely tried her best to love Rumi and raise her well, but because she never truly accepted Rumi's demon side, Rumi grew up feeling like everything that was ever done for her was an investment she would later have to prove she deserved. Like sealing the Honmoon and losing her patterns was the only way to prove she was worth all the trouble and could be the daughter Celine wanted. She is still extremely self-deprecating when she makes mistakes and her girls have to actively remind her to stop calling herself names and rejecting affection as a form of self-punishment.

Celine hit Rumi a couple of times when she was younger. Whenever Rumi would engage in natural demon behaviors, Celine's knee-jerk reaction was to smack her to make her stop. She always regretted it and made a conscious effort to stop as Rumi got older, but it still happened and only reinforced Rumi's belief that only one side of her deserved love.

Rumi doesn't know anything about her father other than him being demon, and she can't be sure if Celine hasn't told her because she also doesn't know or if she's hiding things.

Now that she's not actively repressing her demon side, Rumi has fangs that come and go and makes all kinds of little demon sounds. It freaks her out a LOT at first, but accidentally growling and having both of her girlfriends immediately say "Us. Bed. NOW." is a pretty good confidence boost.

The three of them are very affectionate and touchy-feely as soon as they get comfortable with each other, but they don't officially start dating until after Rumi reveals her patterns. They basically were before, but they hadn't put a label on it.

They originally have an agreement that they will never explicitly confirm their relationship to the fans, since K-Pop idols generally aren't supposed to date partially due to the fan culture and being gay is its own thing and they just don't want to cause a stir among the fans like that. However, they are really bad at hiding it and fans begin to speculate.

Zoey accidentally lets it slip after a couple of years. They're all very anxious about what the fan reaction is going to be and whether it will impact the Honmoon, and she in particular gets REALLY upset about Mira and Rumi potentially being mad at her.

It's not as bad as they were expecting. It's been an open secret for years, and while there are some negative reactions, their fanbase ends up being generally pretty supportive and they kind of turn into gay rights icons in South Korea for providing so much visibility and representation to the community.

[konigslittleliebling]

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW -> D. DIXON

we’ll find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them there will be no answer.

table of contents; set just after the prison falls, mild gore and mentions of death, angst </3

“remember, back at the quarry when we first met, i nearly killed you?” you’re perched opposite him, reclined against the window pane.

“ain’t really somethin’ ya forget.” daryl lights up a cigarette, then cranks the window open. “tried ta stab me between the eyes, crazy bitch.”

he offers you his smoke, you shake your head, he frowns. it’s like a common ritual for the two of you to share a cigarette so the packs last longer. that, and because you like to claim that what’s his is yours, and vice versa—when it suits you.

“you smelled so bad,” you’re grinning from ear to ear, clearly amused. “and you were covered in so much dirt and blood and shit. . . i thought you were a walker.”

he scoffs, blowing a smokey puff into the night air. it curls and twists as it rises and you both watch it disperse into nothing. “didn’t exactly have access ta turkish baths in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, did i?”

“then merle knocked me on my ass.” you chuckle, the scene replaying perfectly in your head.

he snorts at the memory. “‘cause ya tried ta stab me in my fuckin’ head, woman.”

“in my defence, you were walking with a slight limp and making very walker-ish noises.” you rationalise, holding your hands up.

he rolls his eyes and slides his foot forward to jab you with his boot, only he can’t seem to reach you. “oh, yeah? go on, give us ya best.”

you narrow your eyes, then straighten your back and clear your throat. he watches you with a smirk, cigarette dangling limply from his lips.

with a stone-dead poker face, you do your best walker impression. it’s was actually pretty good.

“that was crap.” he tells you, blowing a flume of smoke at your face.

he expects you to wax lyrical about it. slap, shove, or kick him. maybe even smack it out of his hand. but you do nothing, barely even acknowledge it.

“you do it, then.” you challenge, arms folded.

he lulls his head to the side, eyes drifting beyond you. “nah. don’t wanna show ya up.”

you hum. “uh-huh, sure. killjoy.”

“shuddup.” he grumbles, jesting.

you smile, lopsided and daring. “so. where do we go from here?”

he shrugs. “dunno,” it’s a little darker now. crisper, cooler. “we’re way deep in georgia’s ass crack. can’t tell my ass from my elbow out ‘ere, let alone north from south.”

“would be easier if we were birds.” you comment, only partly serious. “i saw you eat a worm yesterday, so i guess you’re halfway there.”

“natural protein source.” he gruffs.

he’s eaten worse.

“we could stay here.” you suggest, soft. almost whispered. “just until we catch our bearings.”

daryl glances up at you, cigarette burned to the filter between his fingers. you look distant. cold. almost unreal.

“or we could stay here forever.” you add. “just the two of us.”

you’re staring back at him. empty, blank. you seem so far away.

a chill passes through him.

“don’t leave me, daryl.”

he leans forward. “ain’t gonna leave ya.”

the wind whistles outside, stealing his attention only for a second. when his eyes find you again, blood has started to crawl from your mouth. he jerks back.

“it’s okay. i’m not actually here, remember?”

you peel your shirt collar away from your neck, revealing the bite that took you from him.

a shiver rockets down his spine.

you start to weep from the entry wound in your forehead where a crossbow bolt had ended your suffering.

right between the eyes.

“stay with me.” you whisper, now appearing as you were the day he met you. fresh-faced, vulnerable, skittish.

he averts his gaze from you to look across the room. a blood stain—barely dry—inks the floorboards; his crossbow discarded beside it; and just ahead, where flames dance and hiss within the stony foundation of a fireplace, burns the bolt that drained you of your life’s blood. forgotten, abandoned, flooding the cabin with the smell of singed alloy.

and there, beneath the silver of the moon, you rest in the earth’s soil—still warm, still you. a makeshift cross, bound by string, protrudes from your grave—a withered flower sloping sadly from a careless knot.

“just a little longer.” you plead, so close yet so far. he can almost feel you. your breath licks at his neck, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

but when he turns to you, you’re not there.

“ya left me first.” daryl murmurs, cigarette falling to the floor.

[jiminsafairy]

hit record - jungkook (roomate!jungkook, OF creator, furure fwb? hit pause prequel)

summary: your roomate asks you for help to film a video for his OF, and you agree

pairing: roomate!Jungkook × reader

wc: ~3.1k

warnings: sex on camera, tit sucking, tit play , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !! ), blowjob, yn rides him! he calls her baby and beautiful and that makes her feel funny

a/n: I thoght I could give our hit pause couple a bit of background! what do you think? As always, english isn’t my first language, so please be kind!

The second you open the door, Jungkook’s already calling out from his room.

“Hey, Y/N, you home?”

You kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and yell back, “Yeah! Why?”

His door swings open. He’s shirtless, wearing just some loose shorts, and his messy hair looks like he just woke up.

You’ve been living together for almost a year now. You found out through some friends that Jungkook was renting out a room in his place. You’d just gotten out of a relationship and weren’t looking for anything permanent – just somewhere to crash for a while while you sorted yourself out.

When you met him, he told you right away what he did for a living: he’s a content creator – making videos, streaming, all that stuff - the adult kind of content. But honestly? You didn’t care much. His job wasn’t that important to you, as long as you got along.

Living together just kind of happened, and you actually really like living with him. There’s something about how easy it feels around him, and sometimes, you get this little tingly feeling inside. But you usually push it down, not wanting to read too much into it or complicate things.

He leans on the doorframe. “Are you busy?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

He grins. That one he pulls when he’s about to say something stupid. Or nasty. Usually both.

“So…” He scratches his neck. “I got this custom request. A subscriber wants a full POV of me sucking tits.”

You blink. “Okay… and you’re telling me… because…?”

He shrugs. “Mmmm…I have this silicone doll this brand sent me and… The tits are fine, I guess. But they don’t jiggle like real ones. It’s not gonna look real.”

You’re still waiting for the punchline. He gives you a fake innocent look. “I thought… yours would be way better,” he says, pointing at your tits.

You cross your arms. “You wanna suck my tits for a video?”

“I mean…” He steps closer, eyes on your chest. “You’ve got the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen. Big, round.”He makes a rough circle in the air with his hands. “Would look crazy on camera.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He smirks. “I’ve seen you in your gym stuff enough times. I noticed–” he drags his eyes down, then back up, real slow, and gives a small shrug “Anyway. It’s just for the video. No face, I promise. Just my mouth and your tits. You just lay back and enjoy it while I do all the work.”

You snort. “That 's all?”

He tilts his head. “Unless you wanna do more.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already smirking. “Mmh. Sounds good. I’m down.”

His face lights up. “Seriously? Fuck – thank you. You’re saving my ass. They paid extra for this request and I was starting to get pretty stressed.”

You lean on the wall with your arms crossed under your chest, watching him practically bounce with excitement.

“So… when do you want to do it?” you ask.

He gives you a look. “How about now?”

Your brows shoot up. “Like now, now?”

“Yeah,” he says, already stepping back toward the hallway. “I’ll head to the studio, get the lights and setup going. Just bring that black lace set. You know the one.”

You squint at him.“How do you know I own that?”

He pauses at the door, shoots you a wicked little smirk over his shoulder.

“I’ve seen your laundry. Those panties with the tiny bows? Burned into my brain.”

You head to your room, the door clicking shut behind you. For a second, you just stand there, staring at your dresser like... what are we doing?

Still, you’re already moving. You grab the black lace set he mentioned and toss it on the bed while you reach for your make up bag.

As you lean over the mirror, dusting some bronzer on your cheeks, you pause. “My face isn’t even gonna show,” you mutter. “Why the hell am I doing this?”

You slip on the lingerie, then throw a loose tee over it and then a pair of shorts.

You walk down the hall, heart thumping like crazy even though you’re just about to let Jungkook suck on your tits for his OF. At his door, you knock twice.

The door swings open right away and you see Jungkook. You see the camera set up on a tripod behind him and a few softboxes. You’ve been here before – the spare room turned into a studio. It smells like his cologne. The bed’s made with plain sheets, simple. He steps aside as you walk in.

“Mmm, you look good,” he smirks. “Did you put on makeup for me, pretty?”

You snort, feeling a little blush creep up your cheeks. “Shut up.”

He closes the door behind you. “Alright” he says. “Sit on the bed. Back against the frame.”

You nod and move over, climbing onto the mattress. Your tee rides up as you sit with your legs stretched out and your back against the headboard, hands resting behind you.

You glance up at him. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he says as he reaches to adjust the camera angle.

Jungkook finishes adjusting the camera, checking the screen once more before turning to you. He runs a hand through his hair, then leans against the edge of the bed.

“Before we start – anything you don’t want me to do?”

You tilt your head, thinking for a second, then shrug. “Not really. I’m good with whatever.”

With that, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion. Now it’s just him and his basketball shorts, with his abs and tattooed sleeve on full display.

Your eyes drop without meaning to, tracing the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband. He catches you looking and smirks again. “Your turn.”

You blink. “Hm?”

“Shirt. Off.”

He watches you almost as if he was waiting for any sign you’ll back out. But you don’t. You grab the hem of your tee and pull it off slow, knowing he’s watching. 

He stares, just for a second  “...fuck.”

You shift a little under his gaze, raising a brow. “What? Something wrong?”

Jungkook snaps out of it, shaking his head slowly. “No! No. That black really suits you.”

You chuckle as your fingers brush along one strap. He clears his throat, and glances back at the camera. “Okay – quick rundown.” You nod, sitting a little straighter.

“So, I’ll hit record,” he says, moving around the bed. “Then I’ll come close, say something to set the mood, get the audience ready.”

You hum in agreement. “Right. Then what?”

“Then I get to work.” He grins.

You nod again, glancing down at your cleavage. “Should I unhook the bra or…?”

He cuts in, shaking his head. “No. Let me pull the cups down. Waaaay hotter. Makes them look even fuller when they spill out like that.”

You laugh. “You sound like you’ve done your research.”

“I jack off to this kind of shit. Of course I have.”

That earns a grin from you, and then he’s climbing up onto the mattress, grabbing the remote for the camera. His knees press into the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

“Alrighty,” he says, looking at you one last time. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. He hits record, then moves forward, kneeling between your thighs as his  face drops toward your chest. The red light on the camera clicks on.

Jungkook’s voice drops an octave. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Bet you’ve imagined this…”

You bite your lip, and your heart skips a beat. “Yeah…”

But then you realize – he’s not looking at you. He’s talking to the camera. You clear your throat, trying to play it cool as he starts kissing your collarbone, just above your bra where the lace meets your skin.

“Damn…” he mutters, pulling back just for a second to look at you. “You’re beautiful.”

Something tightens in your chest at that.

Yes, you’re used to him calling you pretty, yes – but beautiful? You don’t know why, but that just hits differently. You push the thought away before it sticks.

He leans in again. His tongue presses over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.You exhale, shifting slightly under him. He sucks gently, slow and wet, letting the sounds hit just right for the camera.

“Can’t wait to get these pretty tits out,” he whispers. His fingers slip under the bra and eyes never leave yours. Then he tugs the cups down, and your tits spill free.

“Fuck me,” he breathes, quiet. His eyes go wide, as if he forgot the camera was on. “They’re even bigger than I thought.” His hands move up, feeling warm on your skin. He rubs your nipples, then pinches them. You arch your back with a sharp breath.

“Ah. Fuck.”

He groans low, clearly loving the sound. “You like that?” he mutters, tugging again, this time slower, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.

“Yeah – shit. Keep going,” you breathe.

“So sensitive,” he mutters, giving your nipples a slow tug. You moan, and he smirks. “Just a little touch and you're already making noise.” 

He groans as his mouth moves across your skin. “They’re so big, I bet I could fit them both in my mouth.” He grabs your tits, pulling them to his face. His mouth opens wide, sucking both nipples. You let out a moan.

He stops for a second and looks up at you. His mouth curls into a dirty little smile, then he dives back in.

“Shit, Jungkook…” you pant, thighs tightening around him without even trying, “I–I think I’m close…” you pant.

He pauses for a moment, watching your face as you squirm beneath him.

“Are you serious right now?” he asks. “You feel like you could cum… just from this?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Fuck, I feel like I could.”

That lights something in him. His mouth opens to say something cocky, but he stops. “Damn, baby…” That damn nickname again, making you feel all funny inside.

Jungkook groans, sucking your nipple hard. Your thighs tighten around him and your  fingers clutch the sheets. His other hand grabs your other tit, pressing them together as spit drips down your chest.

“God, yes – fuck! Don’t stop,” you whimper.

“You gonna cum for me?” he growls against your nipple. “Just from this? From me sucking on your perfect fucking tits?”

“Y-Yeah. Jungkook, I –” You come hard, grabbing his hair. Jungkook keeps licking, growling as you shake under him.

“Damn,” he mutters “You really came. All from my mouth on your tits.” He pulls back a bit. “You gonna tell your future hookups some guy made you cum off tit sucking alone?” he teases, raising his eyebrows. “’Cause I feel like that’s a flex.”

Still trying to come down from your climax, you let out a shaky breath.

“No – but,” you say, dragging a hand down your face. “That wasn’t just some orgasm. That was... the orgasm.”

“Yeah?” He leans in again and his nose brushes your breast. “Damn, baby. You’re gonna give me a god complex or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Mpfh. Like you don’t have one already.”

He smirks against your skin, and gives your tits with one last squeeze before he sits up on his knees. “Alright, I’ll stop the camera,” he says, reaching toward the remote.

But before he gets there, you notice it – the bulge in his shorts. He's hard and you bet he’s been holding back this whole time.  Your eyes move up to his face, and he catches you looking.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re really gonna walk around hard like this?”

He freezes for half a second, then chuckles under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean… wasn’t really planning to, but – ” He glances down at himself, then back at you, grinning. “Hard not to be when you’re sitting there moaning like that.”

You sit up a little. “So you’re telling me…” you start, playfull, “you made me cum… and you’re just gonna leave yourself like that?”

He licks his lips slowly, gaze flicking down your body like he’s rethinking everything.

“…didn’t say that,” he mutters. “Was probably just gonna go jerk off in the shower or something.”

You watch him for a second. He’s trying to play it cool, but that bulge says otherwise. Your eyes drag down to it again, and then back up. “Come here.”

He blinks. “Huh?”

You tilt your head, smirking. “I wanna suck you off,” you say.

His breath stutters, eyes darkening. “You wanna – yeah?”

You nod. He shoves his shorts and underwear down in one motion and his cock springs free, hard. His hand wraps around himself, stroking slowly as his thumb smears pre-cum across the head.

He drops back onto the bed and you move between his thighs, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He’s hot, heavy in your hand, and your grip tightens as you start to stroke him, watching his breath hitch.

“Fuck,” he mutters, barely audible.

You lean in, tongue flicking out to taste him, dragging a slow lick from base to tip. His hips jerk. Then your mouth closes over him, lips sliding down his length, tongue working the underside. You take as much as you can, and your hand strokes what your mouth doesn’t cover.

“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide, locked on you. “You’re actually— okay, fuck.”

You hollow your cheeks, pull back, then sink down again. 

His hand drifts up your chest and his fingers brush your skin before he finds your nipple. He rolls it between his fingers, slow at first, then pinches, watching the way your body responds. You moan around him, and his cock twitches in your mouth.

He groans as he keeps playing with your nipple with his fingers. His hips shift, fighting the urge to thrust deeper. Every time you pull back to breathe, you lick at the head, your tongue circling before you take him again. He’s panting.

His thumb wipes a streak of spit from your chin, then lingers at your lip, watching the way you take him. You suck him deeper making your jaw ache, but you don’t stop. He’s close – you can feel it in the way he tightens beneath you, the way his breath breaks.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks. “Because I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

You let him slip from your mouth to speak. Your lips are swollen, a sheen of spit glistening on your chin. “Yeah.”

He lets out a breath, “Thank fuck,” he mutters, already reaching for you.

He leans in, kissing you hard, and his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. It stirs something inside you, a mix of wanting and nervousness, but neither of you says a word. One hand slides down to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them and your panties off in one smooth motion. They hit the floor somewhere behind him, forgotten.

His fingers trail slowly up your thigh, pausing just a breath away from where you need him most. Then they slip between your folds. You gasp into his mouth as one finger slides in, then another.

“God,” he mutters against your lips, “you’re soaked.”

His fingers move and his mouth never leaves yours.  “Jungkook” Your hips jerk up, chasing his fingers, trembling around them. 

Jungkook slips his fingers out slowly, and his lips brush against your neck as he pulls back a little. He moves lower, positioning himself at your entrance, feeling how wet and ready you are. 

He pushes forward, his cock stretching you open. You gasp.

“Shit,” you breathe. “You’re … big.”

He groans at that, and his head dips to your shoulder as he sinks deeper. “I’ll go slow,” he mutters. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

You shake your head, panting. “No. Just – mmmh. Don’t stop.”

He stills when he bottoms out your walls clench tight around him.

“You’re so tight,” he growls, grabbing your hips as he drives into you. “Moan for me,” he pants. “I want to hear you”

“Jungkook!” you cry out.

His hands grip your hips tight, then with a quick move, he flips you over so you’re on top. You settle down slowly, riding him, grinding as his hands slide over your waist. Your hands grip his shoulders and Jungkook watches your tits bounce.

“I wish you could see how hot you look right now, riding me like that” he groans. “I love watching your tits bounce” He reaches up, cupping one, squeezing it tight, watching it jiggle under his hand.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groans. His hips snap up to meet yours.

Skin meets skin as the rhythm quickens. You bounce harder, keeping up with his pace. Jungkook drives deep, each thrust harder than the last. You grip his shoulders. “Jungkook, I’m close,” you gasp.

His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you closer.  “Cum for me, baby,” he says.

Your body shakes, as you reach your climax, but Jungkook never stops thrusting.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he growls. His hips jerk hard, driving deep as he spills inside you, groaning your name.

You collapse over his chest with shaky breath, and press a quick kiss to one of his pecs.

He asks softly, “You okay?”

You nod.

“Mmm, I like being like this,” he says. He stays still for a moment, then slowly thrusts again. You let out a low moan, feeling he’s still inside you, not soft yet.

“Jungkook!”

He chuckles, brushing his lips over your skin. “What? I like being inside you. Could stay here all day. Watch a movie or something.”

You giggle. “So… you recorded the whole thing? But you’re not going to upload everything, right? Like, the entire thing?”

He smirks against your skin. “Nope. What happened after you came the first time? That’s private content, for my eyes only.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Good. Some things should stay between us.”

He wraps an arm around you tighter. “Exactly. And honestly, we could do this more often – with or without the cameras.”

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[stoop-fairy]

“just friends (allegedly)” — aa23

summary — its weird how one picture can change everything, isn’t it?

fc & cw — madelyn cline. implied ex tension. mild swearing (?) social media discourse. implied miscommunication and jealousy but it’s meh. weird timelines but we do not care!!!!! best friends to lovers uh-huh. quality is so bad oh my fucking god. making these takes me hours but oh how i love making them.

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yourinsta today, my friends and i were followed by a very odd individual! (and we did not like it)

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alex_albon weird 🤷‍♂️ that odd individual looks cool

fionapalomo currently buying pepper spray! stay safe out there ladies

alex_albon this feels very personal

fionapalomo he’s stalking us now..

user16 alex is fighting for his life rn

drewstarkey contacting the police asap

alex_albon is it bully alex day today???

yourinsta should be 🤷‍♀️

user83 what’s it like being the main character in everyone’s pinterest board rn?

user74 when is the odd individual posting his own dump? we need it now

user28 that last pic tho 🫦

user73 i need #THAT

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alex_albon surveillance footage from the day i got bullied

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yourinsta i look good i look good i look delicious

alex_albon you look like a fucking busted up radiator

user72 these 3 are everywhere but the obx set smh

user2 this whole group is too photogenic it’s borderline offensive

drewstarkey oh hey stalker

alex_albon hey cutie

user80 drew and fiona 🥹🫶

fionapalomo you should be a background character in obx!

alex_albon are you guys gonna bully me the whole time?

fionapalomo probably. yes.

user15 alex “bullied” albon

user66 this is very couples vacation..

user55 girl don’t even start.. alex fiona and drew are yn’s best friends, they’re probably just enjoying the summer break because they’re literally booked and busy all year long

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yourinsta 2 weeks of summer vacay and now we’re back to being teenagers :/ oh shucks

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user67 i know yn and chase are exes but the way she looks at him 😭 miss girl remembers

carlaciagrant we’re back agaaaain

outerbanksnetflix pogues never rest 🏴‍☠️💥

user40 MOMMY’S HOOOMEEE

user62 i know these are actors but this still feels like a real friend group

user33 i mean.. they are a real friend group

jonathandavissofficial i need someone to remind me how to act 17 again pls

alex_albon the grind never stops 💪

yourinsta sir please get out of my comment section.

user92 oh how i missed my family

user100 uuuh 2nd slide 👀 someone check on alex pls

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alex_albon no comment. 👍

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landonorris alright moody mcmoodyson

user77 no yn like.. no yn comment.. oh my god.

user28 what happened sir..?

user101 is this about that one pic of yn and chase?? be so serious

user81 yn not liking alex’s post after always being the first to comment?? yeah something’s up

williamsracing that car shot goes crazy 👏 see you next weekend!

francolapinto exact face you made when you saw that photo

user43 thank god he has no media training at all 🙏

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yourinsta minding my business (professionally)

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fionapalomo professionally unserious

yourinsta that’s my vibe 🧚‍♀️

user11 caption will be my new mantra uh-huh

user44 laci looks stunning!!!!

user22 she’s thinking some thoughts

carlaciagrant i need that pic for my feed thank you very much

user12 like but no comment.. huh

drewstarkey photographer 24/7

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alex_albon me, my snacks and my very questionable choices against the world

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francolapinto i’m gonna sue you if you don’t delete this.

user2 ew.. cheetos

georgerussell63 i’m assuming the questionable life choices are the hat right?

alex_albon you’re assuming wrong

lewishamilton roscoe approves this post, only his slide tho

drewstarkey bold of you to post my amazing shoes but not my even better face

user23 yn liked and that’s enough for me to say that my parents are back

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yourinsta i know everything they don’t

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outerbanksnetflix can’t wait to see what the pogues are up to this season 👀

user1 loving this energy

user99 seeing them together again gives me life

madisonbaileybabe middle fingers up is not very lady like

user47 still no comments..

user3 oh she misses him..

carlaciagrant can’t believe we’re wrapping up soon 😭

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outerbanksnetflix what were the kooks and pogues up to today? 👀☀️

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user15 IS THAT ALEX I SEE????

carlaciagrant kooks being insane, pogues thriving

user81 last slide is now framed yes

user4 ALEXYN NATION WE RISE!!!!

user12 and just like that.. we’re back

drewstarkey up to something called “media obligations” thank you for asking!

yourinsta wild that this is how i found out we were public

user7 OH WE’RE SO BACK

user23 i can finally see the light of day again.. 🙏

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alex_albon now i get kisses as payment for the great pics i take of her

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user82 my parents made up 😭💔

francolapinto no sabés cuánto me costó mantener esto un secreto, de nada bro — you don’t know how hard it was for me to keep this a secret, you’re welcome bro

carlaciagrant finally, i was this 🤏 close to leaking them myself

user99 POR FINNNN — finally

user58 blink twice if you wanna adopt 100 cats next

yourinsta he only gets kisses when the picture is actually good

williamsracing we support all podium-worthy decisions 💙😉

user100 THE HAND ON THIGH UGHHHH

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yourinsta we made up (and out, apparently)

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user91 matching scuba pics 🤿

alex_albon yeah we definitely made out, in fact im gonna go upstairs and we’re gonna make out again!

yourinsta ??? are you unwell?

user68 fuck yeah

user77 i just know they argue over the most stupid shit ever

user19 isn’t that the odd individual? he’s so weird

fionapalomo its great to hear you giggle over facetime again

carlaciagrant but not great when he comes over and takes all the space in the couch..

user78 i forget they’re roommates

alex_albon carlaciagrant just say you hate me

hichasestokes who else cheered

user77 i love me a good best friends to lovers trope

[laylaysdelusions]

A dare and a bottom

Dom!azzi x sub!paige

A/n: I’m spoiling you guys!

Summary: Azzi gives Paige a dare but Paige is a slut for her girlfriend.

Azzi was working on her laptop as usual and she was following her normal schedule. Paige on the other hand was in their bedroom squirming into the sheets. She needed her girlfriend terribly bad. The both of them had a playful argument about whether Paige was too easy for Azzi or not. Azzi dared Paige to go three days without cumming and if she did the bragging rights were all hers.

Paige’s ego and pride prevented her from stomping in the living room and whining for help right then and there. She wanted to prove herself, it must’ve been the basketball player in here coming out. Poor Paige was practically grinding herself into the sheets and it pained her knowing Azzi was just in the other room. Paige hated to admit it to any of her friends but she was a desperate bottom. I mean everytime she looked at her girlfriend she practically fell to her knees. Paige’s mind continued to roll with the thought of Azzi’s golden brown skin against hers. Her plump lips kissing all the blonde’s most sensitive and precious spots.

Paige wrestled with the idea of pulling out one of the many vibrators they own. Paige knew that Azzi would figure it out soon enough. Paige would have flushed pink skin not to mention the sound of a buzz coming from the bedroom would be enough to expose her little secret. Azzi on the other hand was content and humming to herself. She knew that Paige must be driving herself insane. Azzi didn’t pay much attention to it because it was Paige’s fault in the first place. She said things to the effect of “you cum quick too!”. Azzi refused to forget Paige’s attitude and this was her revenge. Paige whimpered and put her hand against her boxers. There was a wet spot forming. “Oh fuck me..” she whispered. “Just some rubbing won’t hurt,” Paige muttered. She brushed her fingers against the outline of her cunt and she was sensitive to the point of watery eyes. The blonde closed her eyes and imagined her curly headed girlfriend’s hands all over her. She whined a little too loud. “You ok in there baby?” Azzi shouted. “Mhm!” Paige said back and she was not slick at all. Azzi knew the girl was going crazy. Just the way she said baby made Paige even worse. She needed that name whispered in her ear.

She kicked her legs and before fully processing what she was doing she walked into the living room. Her hands in front of her and a pout present on her lips. “Hi!” Azzi had a soft smile on her face. “Hi..” Paige knew she must’ve been obvious. “you poor thing” Paige only frowned in response. “Can you sit there and be a good girl for me while I finish up?” The blonde sighed but obeyed. The sound of typing made Paige anxious as she waited.

Paige subconsciously began to paw at Azzi’s crotch like a longing puppy. “No Paige quit!” She said, removing her hands. Azzi’s free hand came to rub Paige’s back comfortably. “Are you sure you want to give up so fast?” Azzi didn’t look at her and Paige’s blue eyes just boiled into her. The lack of attention from her girlfriend made Paige cling tighter. Out of nowhere Azzi shut her laptop and wrapped her arms around her. “You’re a slut for me and you know it” the woman laughed.

“Stop it” and Azzi just giggled. “Let’s go to the bedroom shall we?” Paige almost vocally cheered but refrained. Azzi pushed Paige down and crawled over her. Azzi’s fingers grabbed her chin and dark pink lips met pale ones. “I love you baby but you are not getting away with this so quickly” Paige had a confused look on her face. “Strip.” Azzi said with a demanding tone that made every part of the blonde shiver.

Her hands pulled at her short bra and it went over her head, then came her boxers. Paige laid there, nipples hard from arousal and the cold. “Touch yourself” Azzi once again commanded. Paige leaned back and put her hands over her face. “Be a good girl and listen to me” at the mention of good girl Paige brought her hands to poke at her pink nipples. “Good job!” Azzi said in the same tone that she would always use to congratulate Paige for simpler tasks. Paige wanted that sultry look from her, not the basic form of attention and Azzi knew that. At the feeling of her own fingers against her fiery hot skin she whined.

“Don’t be a crybaby” Azzi said, this time sounding meaner. Paige not so secretly loved when Azzi was mean. Paige’s slim fingers moved their way down her abs making her sigh.”But Az I want you” Paige’s lips formed a small frown. “Well you don’t get me so you better do it yourself” that shut her up quickly. Paige circled her clit lightly and she was already shaky. “Mmm” she whispered. She felt her own wetness coating her fingertips and she let out a low moan. Azzi stared intently, watching every move and every breath leave her mouth.

Paige pushed a finger in, carefully not to disturb her sensitivity too much. “There ya go honey..” Azzi said, her voice dripping with her own need. Azzi took her t-shirt off and sat directly in front of her girlfriend. Paige’s eyes quickly darted to Azzi’s chest. “Nuh uh, focus” Azzi said, teasingly unclipping her purple bra, Paige‘s favorite color, of course. One finger simply became not enough so Paige added another. Watching Azzi’s brown nipples only made the pool of wetness worse.

Paige’s free hand reached out to touch Azzi’s arm but she pulled away. “Look don’t touch” and Paige swore she could’ve cried right there. “You’re so pretty..” Paige said softly staring into brown eyes. “Hm thank you baby” Azzi replied to the compliment as she pulled down her leggings. With Azzi’s rubbing herself through her underwear and Paige’s fingers, it didn’t take long for the blonde to want to cum. “You close?” The curly head asked her girlfriend, already knowing the answer. “M-mhm” Paige answered. Azzi moved closer to Paige and started rubbing on her skin. “Oh fuck” they both whined together as they felt their skin clashing. “Thank you for touching me” the girl said like a prayer. When she was with Azzi she swore she saw God. “I kinda felt bad” Azzi told her like she was the most pathetic little thing in the world but Paige was just grateful for the mercy. Azzi enjoyed teasing herself as well as the blonde beauty next to her. Oh how much she loved her subby princess. Azzi’s the people’s princess but Paige is a princess in her own right.

“Oh! Can I cum please?” She said speeding up. “Yeah baby go ahead” Paige had tears coming out and Azzi kissed them. “There ya go, good girl” Azzi giggled against her. She worked her way through her high and helped her relax. “I’m so proud of you, you don’t even complain much”. “Thank you” Paige said, blushing still. “You didn’t come, Az” she pouted. “You’ll be worrying about that later” Azzi said, dipping her face into Paige’s neck with a faint smile. Paige’s eyes opened. “More later?” “Shh baby don’t worry about it now” Azzi quieted her thoughts. Paige might be easy for her but it’s perfectly ok and it works for them both.

[aunno127]

i don't think i've completely combed out what's happening in your response yet but i've got enough down to add some thoughts, so just correct me if i'm wrong.

in relation to your original post and my first thoughts, i don't disagree at all on the claim, that kuga is incredibly loyal to mikumo. rather, what i'm disagreeing on is the cause for it, and the interpretation of the characters of world trigger that inform that cause. to me, kuga's loyalty is an informed decision made on the basis of his knowledge and justified trust in osamu's character. hence, mikumo is not a beneficiary of kuga's decision (which i feel that you feel is warped by his past, i'll get to that), he is a beneficiary of his own qualities. kuga would in fact do some rather wild shit if mikumo wanted it, but the examples you listed are in my opinion not impossibilities at all. if mikumo needed to do reprehensible things to achieve his goals at this stage, he would too. that's what's crazy about him - he's not a "decent" person, and i think if we get anything more about mikumo's past it could really shed some light on why is he how he is. i think we both agree that something is revealed about kuga's character from his loyalty to mikumo, but while for you i think it's that kuga has chosen to follow someone decent as a result of his past as a child soldier (which i don't think is ashihara's intention tbh, more on that), for me it's that what kuga wants in a partner aligns with mikumo's crazy/value (same thing). thus, while kuga's loyalty is interesting, it's not extrodinary to me as it is to you, nor is it interesting for the same reasons.

ok, about kuga's character, the whole child soldiers and warzones issue, and the opinion of the narrative on the child soldiers and warzones issue. you make a very clear distinction between the warfare kuga experienced and the safety and peace at border, and you especially noted how kuga's experiences contribute to your interpretation of his loyalty to mikumo. what i want to raise is that for one, there isn't as clear a distinction between warfare and safety in the neighborhood and at border, and that secondly, you can't interpret kuga's character as majorly defined by being a child soldier (as we understand it irl) in a way coherent with the narrative, because that's not how the author wrote it regardless of if that's ethical.

for the first point, i just don't quite agree that kuga is at border to frolick (this might be an exaggeration of your statement) and have a good time (this is not). mikado city was subject to a devastating attack and it resulted in (1) a serious turn by kido and his faction to creating a large, organized defensive force and (2) an influx of occasionally vengeful and almost always driven recruits, many of which are now a- or high b-ranks. miwa squad is not here to fuck around. the first time we saw kazama and tachikawa squad, they'd just returned from an away mission where they acted possibly as an invading force. out of kuga's friends, kageura squad used to be a-rank, toma is currently a-rank, and murakami is responsible for the defense of the city. these are all people that do know about war. tamakoma-2 is also aiming for a limited timeframe mission to find chika's brother, who is linked to hatohara and ninomiya squad, find replica, which requires travel to (i think this is the name viza mentioned) tropoi, and find a fix for kuga's body, which is still dying. these are not unimportant problems. all this is to say there is a real urgency for characters (that may have been represented inadequately in the manga due to the difference between story timeframe and irl timeframe) at border, and there are dangers that everyone is only tanking so well with jin's direction. things may be fun, but border is the stage of the story.

ok, the child soldiers. speaking negatively, my opinion is that the author just did not factor in ethical standards and the real-life and in-story psychological effects of children in warzones. i don't like blaming these things on outside factors but here it might very well be because world trigger is a shounen. this is relevant to kuga because i don't feel like he has been portrayed as a victim of his childhood. on the more justified end of justifications, characters - even very young ones - have often been subject to something that directs them to fight or join border. i don't know for kuroe, but chika has experienced issues her whole life leading to the loss of those close to her, and midorikawa was saved from certain death (i believe following the death of his family?) by jin. like in the scene with somei and katori after the first invasion, for some teenagers, becoming a border agent is the most worthwhile use of their time. on the other end, with someone like kanda, it also may not be. the situation at border on meeden in mikado city is that joining is worthwhile for many, and the situation with trion development is that starting at a younger age gives you an edge.

kuga specifically i don't think has been written as a child soldier, and instead more as a child...free agent. in fact, younger members of border fulfill moreso the idea of a child soldier because they are directed to fight for border, although border is honestly very well-organized and also has pay. kuga was raised to survive by his father, and they travelled as a much smaller unit. while yūgo's parenting isn't all that good by irl standars because you should probably leave your kid somewhere safe to grow, i think for one the world of world trigger doesn't offer that environment anywhere (look at the first invasion of mikado city, for instance) and for another yūgo wanted to raise his kid so he survives and does well in their environment. of course, kuga has a near-death experience followed by his father's sacrifice, and at this point kuga wants to get his father back. there's some things at play here, one of which is guilt, but it's not the biggest aspect in my opinion. kuga stated very plainly that his death was a result of his bad judgement and that yūgo shouldn't have sacrificed himself in kuga's place, but this didn't seem emotionally charged the way chika feels about the fates of others because of her. kuga just sees it as a given, that based on what he understands of the world, yūgo's death should not have happened, so he should reverse it. instead of guilt, he doesn't get it. so i guess the whole point is i agree with you on the fairness but not morality thing for kuga, and then he's also emotionally stunted, just that it wasn't because he was a child soldier? at this point i have been writing for so long i don't even see a point anymore.

oh right, yeah, loyalty to mikumo. so the qualities of kuga resultant from his past are for one not as traumatic as we might reasonably assume because of the author's choices, and also his qualities are less relevant to being a child soldier (directionlessness following loss of guidance, ineptness, in need of attachment to a cause) than they are to being a child free agent (nonexistent moral bounds, unemotional understanding of the world, fairly good judgement at least in my opinion).

just looked back to check over what you wrote again, and i think i started this off with a slight misunderstanding of your point, which is that kuga would follow mikumo even if he makes some "villain-arc" worthy choices. to answer this cleanly, i think i am entirely in agreement unless you think mikumo wouldn't make those decisions, however i think you just mean the story isn't going to back mikumo into that corner, so cheers to that. i disagree with you about kuga's character motivations based on what i think of the author's opinion on children fighting and my own interpretation of kuga, which may be subject to my own biases. because of my different idea of kuga's character, i think we think of kuga's loyalty to mikumo differently. finally, i disagree about your depiction of border, as well as kuga's current situation. to a lesser degree, i think you don't give mikumo enough credit, but i'm not sure about that.

also, there's no coherent way to put this, but i'm glad that you responded so soon and that there's other people interested in discussing world trigger. for me, whatever i think of specific character interpretations comes secondary to that.

rewatching World Trigger. I forgot how gay it was. Osamu straight up says "hey Yuma. I know that we've only known you for like five days, but I can't help but notice that you aren't doing anything with your life right now. Mind if I borrow it for a bit?"

And then Yuma responds with "while its true that we've only know each other for like five days, your kind yet stubborn nature has compelled me. Sure. Why not? From this moment on my life is yours to do whatever you want with. One condition, though. You have to be my boss" and then throughout the story he occasionally makes these little remarks like "I'd do anything my captain (osamu) asked me to."

Like bro what? I really don't think that Osamu fully realizes the weight of the loyalty he somehow managed to earn from Yuma. I don't think he could realize it. From his perspective he cringefailed his way into b rank while Yuma did all the work. "And now Yuma would kill or die for me" is just not a conclusion that would ever occur to Osamu based on the avaliable evidence.

And like, what's going on here from Yuma's perspective? I get that he was a man on the brink when the story started, pursuing a sincerely suicidal plan, and then said plan failed and he was left with absolutely nothing, but I still feel like there has to be more going on here. He decided that he would follow Osamu through hell and back the very same minute that Osamu asked anything of him at all.

It's like, combat is all Yuma has ever known. He doesn't see any future for himself at all, but he especially can't imagine a peaceful one. But he's not a bad kid. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt people. Osamu has proven to be a pretty decent person, willing to sacrifice himself to save the lives of relative strangers. Maybe, the way Yuma sees it, yeah he's a weapon, but if he follows Osamu at least he'll be a weapon pointed in the right direction. He'll fight because it's all he knows how to do, but osamu would only ever ask him to fight for worthy causes. Y'know?

Anyway. The point is that Yuma accepted helping Osamu as his new purpose in life after knowing him for less than a week, and that's A Lot, no matter how you look at it.

[naomissecret]

loser!matt says something he shouldn’t have!

based on this ask ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

the whole party was going well, everyone was enjoying, you felt pretty like always, your friends were having a good night, no one had to drive tonight and matt was looking extra good

you lost matt for second,and the next one? you and jasmine found him laughing with nick like dumbass in a couch very far away from where the group was, both of them were drunk, you and jasmine decided to join them for a while and then take them where the rest of the group was just so they wouldn’t got lost between all the people, you and jasmine sat by their sides, nick keep laughing and explaining jasmine what was so funny as matt turned to look at you

“want some?” matt offered you the rest of his drink as he tried to stop giggling “no thank you baby” he rolled his eyes with a smirk “I’m not-“ you already knew what he was about to say “your not my baby, yeah I know, that’s just for now, someday you’ll be mine” you chuckled, that was your way to treat matt, it was a thing between you and him, kinda like an internal joke, just for the two of you, he chuckled and shake his head

“what? c’mon don’t you think I’m pretty at least?” you said jokingly and flirty

“Yeah uh huh… if that’s what you wanna hear” he murmured and scoffed before drinking from his cup

oh… that was low… really really low, it wasn’t exactly what he said, it was how he said it, out of the joke tone, like if he really didn’t thought you were pretty, it would’ve been better if he would’ve just stay shut rather than that shitty answer, you knew matt sometimes could give a little bit of attitude but you never thought that he would ever say something like that in that tone, it kinda made you lost a little bit of the charm of him, why work on a boy who can’t even give a compliment when you chase him like crazy?

you quickly stud up and went back with the group, not even waiting for jasmine or nick, your night was already fucked up thanks to matt and his attitude

the rest of the night you tried to focus on anything else that was not matt, and he noticed it, every time he would ‘discreetly’ sit by side you when you had a little break from dancing, he was expecting the same flirty attitude of yours, he was waiting for you to try to seduce him, tease him, do whatever instead of just ignore him and pretend he didn’t existed, he didn’t understood why, in his head he hasn’t said anything bad or do something, but he was also not gonna start the conversation, it was supposed to be you the one chasing him, not him chasing you, why would he do that? he ‘doesn’t even want you’ and when it was time to leave, he didn’t understood either why you didn’t you wanted to go in the same uber as him

he got inside the uber with his brothers and two other people, this whole change in your attitude… it was weird but he didn’t thought you were mad at him, maybe someone at the party did something to you and that made you mad, why would you be mad at him?

but at the next day he started to think you were actually mad at him, usually he wakes up with a message of yours trying to make a plan for later or see somehow to spend some time with him and seduce him, but that morning was different, there was no message, no lost call or anything, he was also not gonna send anything, but secretly he was checking his phone every 10 minutes for a text of yours but the whole day went through and you didn’t send anything, you even posted something and didn’t texted him in the entire day

matt confirmed you were totally mad at him when 4 days passed and still no signs from you, the group decided to make a little movie night at jasmine’s house and that was his opportunity to know what was going on

matt, nick and chris arrived to jasmine’s house with their assigned food to share and he spotted you in jasmine’s kitchen cutting some fruit, he approached you with the excuse that ‘he needed to put the ice scream in the fridge’

“um… hi…” he muttered as he fidgeted his fingers with the hems of his hoodie

you hummed in response and kept ignoring him, that was all he needed to know you were a 100% mad at him, matt walked away and sat on the couch trying to think why, but he did knew someone who can give him the actual answer, jasmine

he got up and looked for her, at this point he didn’t care if he had to keep the nonchalant act, he needed to know what did he do to got you mad enough to ignore him, matt approached jasmine nervously and took her to her backyard

“jas… um… do you know why she’s mad at me?”

“uh… I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you”

“please just tell me, she’s been ignoring me since the party and I don’t know why, I’ve done nothing” he said almost in a pleading voice, jasmine hesitated for a second but in this months since the triplets became part of the group no one has seen him this willing to talk to you, it’s usually backwards

“well… at the last party you might have said something… you know how you sometimes give a little bit of attitude? well you kinda give it to her and she didn’t took it that well” the mattitude, of course you got to be mad about that

“and what did I say to be exact?”

“uh… she asked you if you at least thought she was pretty and you said “yeah sure, if that’s what you wanna hear” in like a very um bad tone”

shit, it did sounded bad.

the movie night went through and all that time all he did was thinking a way to apologize or even thinking if he should actually apologize, maybe if he give you time you would forget about it and reach for him again, but what if you didn’t? what if you actually move on, what if he just fucked it up and you would just get over him, I mean he would be victorious on being the only man to reject you but he actually liked being with you, but as friends, of course not in other way

he give up and decided it was better to just try to apologize, after the movie ended he saw you on your phone probably texting someone else so he took the opportunity that no one was paying attention, he sat by side you and muttered “can we talk?” you had to hold back from rolling your eyes and decided to stay quiet, he sighed and kept talking “I-I know last party I said something… um not very nice-…. I’m sorry, ok?…” he murmured trying to reach your face, seeing you keep acting like you were so nonchalant about the situation and his apology kinda made him got mad and get up to leave you alone until an idea popped in his head

matt took a deep breath, god he was gonna regret this decision his whole life, he looked around to the group to make sure no one was watching and mumbled almost in a forced tone “i… do think you’re pretty” he then quickly pressed a quick peck on your cheek, that definitely took you off guard, you were actually gonna drop the nonchalant act after his first apology but this was way better, like him admitting out loud he thought you were pretty? you were definitely gonna tease him about this later

“I forgive you, but… you have to give me another kiss” you said with a smirk, he scoffed and shake his head “hell nah, you’re trying to take advantage of my kindness” he said getting up and walking where his brothers are to go home. at least he could’ve give you a damn ride but that’s too much kindness in a day for him.

♱note: im kinda back, gimme ideas to help my brain be more lazy and not work on my own ☺️

(English is not my first language)

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[gooseraider]

everything is romantic

summary: you and ellie hit it off one night, come to find out she’s your brothers best friend.

part: one, two, three (here), four, five

true to your word, you called ellie later that night. the conversation is nothing crazy, just you two doing your own thing over the phone. ellie managed to ask you on a unofficial date right before you went to bed, “are you asking me out on a date?”

ellie’s voice is muffled by her pillow, “no.. it’s just a friendly hangout.”

“yeah a friendly hangout that involves you picking me up and taking me to the aquarium.”

you can practically hear ellie rolling her eyes, “yes obviously.”

“okay then, goodnight ellie, i’ll see you tomorrow for our friendly hangout.” you giggle.

“can’t wait, goodnight.”

she hung up and you’re left laying in bed, face flushed. you can’t help the butterflies that erupt inside you at the thought of seeing ellie again tomorrow.

by morning your clothes are tossed all over you room, you don’t have a clue what to wear. you really want to look good for your “date” with ellie, and after having a long phone call with bella you finally decided on an outfit.

you’re anxiously awaiting for ellie’s arrival, constantly checking yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair, smoothing out your clothes. it’s not even an actual date but the thought of seeing ellie makes your nerves rise. the dinging sound from your phones pulls you out of your racing thoughts.

a text saying “i’m outside :)” lights up your phone screen.

you quickly pull yourself together and head outside to see ellie sitting in her car. once she notices you she reaches across the center console and opens the passenger door, you get in letting out a small “hi.”

“hey, you ready for our friendly hangout?” she smiles.

“super ready.”

the drive there was nice, you and ellie were talking the entire time about random things like which marvel movie is best or if pluto was a planet or not. it was refreshing to have a conversation with her that wasn’t clouded by a make out session.

parking the car, she gets out walking to your side and opening your door. she offers you her hand, you take it, “thank you friend.”

she rolls her eyes, “shut up.”

you two begin walking inside, “you’re the one who insisted that this is friendly hangout, therefore you’re my friend.”

“you have a really weird definition of friend.”

you raise an eyebrow, “really?”

“yeah, pretty sure you don’t fuck your friends.”

“i do to the special ones.” you say winking.

you two walk through the aquarium hand in hand looking at the giant sea creatures. you’re busy looking at all the fish swimming around and you don’t notice ellie staring at you. she thinks you look beautiful under the light of the water’s reflection, she can’t help but admire you. it’s only been a couple weeks of knowing you but she feels something special towards you.

turning to her, you ask her what her favorite sea creature is, “stingrays.” she says.

you’re admiring ellie now, the way she talks about why she loves stingrays so much makes you all gooey inside. the way she speaks about them is so interesting and you can’t help but feel your liking towards her growing.

the rest of your aquarium date goes well, you two continue to walk through the different exhibits marveling at all the unique animals.

after leaving, she takes you back home, you turn to her, “i had fun today, even if it was just a friendly hangout.”

“me too, maybe next time it could be a not so friendly hangout?”

“is that what you want?” you lean in closer.

“yeah.”

both of you are face to face now, ellie’s the first one to close the distance. her lips softly find yours as her hand comes up to cup your jaw, she pulls back slightly mumbling, “i wanted to do that all day.”

you smile, “glad you finally did.”

you kiss her once more before opening the car door and walking towards your house.

days go by since your date with ellie, you’ve grown closer to ellie. a routine forming between the two of you, she’d come over to see your brother and much later she’d sneak into your room to either watch movies or make out.

no one’s caught on, you and ellie do a pretty good job at sneaking around. having make out sessions in your room, in her car, or even quick kisses when no ones looking. each day you and ellie learn more about eachother, slowly letting eachother into your own worlds.

ellie wanted you to meet her friends, she’s been spending a lot of time with you recently so it felt fitting for you to meet the people who are important to her. she texted you asking if you wanted to come along to the fair with her and her two friends dina and jesse. you said yes and that’s how you’re here in ellie’s car, she noticed your change in demeanor, how you looked more anxious than usual. “hey you okay?” she gently rubs your leg.

“i’m good, just slightly nervous.”

“nervous?”

“yeah.”

“don’t be, they’ll love you.”

“i hope so.”

you guys get out the car upon arrival, ellie comes over to you and gives you a hug. “it’s gonna be okay they’ll love you i swear.” she whispered against your head.

“thank you els.”

ellie was right, everything so far has gone well. you met dina and jesse and they were both super nice. you and dina hit it off surprisingly well, both of you bonding over your love for music and marvel movies.

you guys are sitting on the ferris wheel. the view is lovely, overlooking the city with a pink sunset painting the sky. you turn to ellie, “the sky’s so pretty.”

she smirks, “yeah it is, not as pretty as you though.”

your cheeks flush, “oh my god.”

“damn ellie, when did you become such a sap.” jesse says, clearly teasing her.

ellie flips him off, you face her saying, “i don’t mind you being a sap.”

she lightly slaps your arm, “i am not!”

you shrug, “if you say so.”

the rest of your time at the fair is spent going on rides and playing those silly carnival games. ellie wins a giant stuffed bear after beating the ring toss game, she gives it to saying she “won it just for you.”

you and ellie walk back to her car, the giant bear blocking your vision, ellie’s hand being the only thing guiding back safely.

“we should have a sleepover.” you say while getting in the car.

“what are we twelve?”

“they’re fun and you can have sleepovers at any age matter of fact.”

after some convincing she agrees and you’re headed to her house for the night.

you two are laying on her bed passing a joint between eachother, yall are watching some random sitcom and laughing hysterically at any funny scene. at some point the show is long forgotten and you two are having a giggly make out session.

you pull away, leaning back on ellie’s lap. hands still on her face, you’re studying her trying to read her. she always has a poker face, leaving you unable to decipher her feelings.

her hands find your hips gently squeezing, “what’re you thinking about baby?”

“you, and how pretty you look.” she says, bringing up a hand to move a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“could say the same about you.”

you smile before letting out yawn, “you tired baby?”

you let out a quiet mhm as you climb under the covers, ellie following suit. you turn to face her, you’re both eye to eye, she’s looking at you and can tell that your mind is elsewhere.

“what’s on your mind?” she whispers.

“just thinking.”

“about…?”

“us.”

“what about us?”

you’ve been thinking about you and ellie’s relationship over the past couple days. neither of you brought up the topic of what your relationship was, you didn’t really know yourself. you guys did all the things people do in relationships, she treated you like her girlfriend and you treated her like yours but yet the title of being the other’s girlfriend hung over your heads, taunting you.

it wasn’t the only thing plaguing your mind, what happens after summer is over? it���s something you thought about often and it scared you to think about. would you guys go your separate ways leaving behind whatever you two were or would this relationship make it through summer and you guys try making it work from afar?

you really liked ellie and the idea of leaving all this behind in just a couple weeks makes your heart hurt.

ellie’s arm snaking around your frame pulls you out of your thoughts, “what’d you say?”

“i said, what about us? you were thinking about us.”

“oh, i was just wondering what would happen after summer when we have to go back to school. y’know? like would we still see eachother, would we be dating, or would we just never speak again?”

ellie’s eyes soften, she moves her hand to brush against your cheek, “i’d be crazy to never speak to you again, i really like you and i promise nothing is going to change once summers over.”

“you swear?”

“mhm, you’re not gonna get rid of me in just a few weeks.”

she pulls you closer, your head resting comfortably on her chest. even though you wanted to ask her what you two were, you didn’t want to push. deciding her answer is enough for now, she likes you and you like her. you’re content with that.

the following weeks go by quickly, too quickly for your liking. ever since you and ellie’s talk that one night you two have been inseparable, spending nearly every day together going on random adventures, watching dumb movies, or just existing in eachothers presence.

much to your dismay, the final week of summer was approaching. in a week you’d head back to college and so would ellie, both of you would be hundreds of miles apart.

instead of spending your final week together mourning the soon to be distance dividing you, you and ellie plan a trip. nothing crazy, just a couple day long trip to the city.

“you ready?” ellie says as she helps put your bag in her car.

“yep.”

“even your camera? i know you can’t go anywhere without it.” she chuckles.

“made sure to especially bring my camera.” you say smiling while hoping into the passenger seat.

the drive there was peaceful, music quietly playing through the car, the fresh air from the windows being down, and the beautiful view of rolling hills and wild flowers. the drive was mostly silent, occasionally you and ellie would have small conversations but other than that the car was filled with comfortable silence.

after many hours you guys finally arrive, immediately crashing in your hotel room, limbs tangled around eachother and soft snores coming from you both.

the following days of your trip consisted of exploring the city, sightseeing, and many beach trips and souvenir shops. you and ellie got matching shirts and keychains with tiny sharks on them, you even convinced ellie to try sushi for the first time. she hated it, saying it tasted like slimy ocean water.

most nights were spent wandering into bars and when you guys got bored you two ended up laying in bed while ordering shitty room service.

tonight however, you weren’t dancing in a bar nor were you cuddled up with ellie in your hotel, you were at the beach. ellie insisted that your last night here should be spent at the beach. you two were laying on the sand, legs overlapping, and hair probably covered in salt and sand.

you two were laying in silence, listening to the waves breaking against the shore. it was peaceful, just you and ellie, hearts beating softly. ellie’s the first to say something, turning on her side with an arm supporting her head.

“i really like you.” her fingers dance along your arm.

you look up at her, “me too.”

“i know in like two days we won’t see eachother but i don’t want anything to change.”

“me neither.”

“so let’s not, let’s promise to not let distance come between us.” she holds her pinky out towards you.

you take her pinky in yours, “i promise.”

she kisses you, you lean in and kiss her back, “i love you.”

you say it so quietly you barley hear it yourself, you know ellie heard it because you feel her freeze the second it slips out. she doesn’t say it back, instead she just kisses you again.

the ocean waves are the only thing that grounds you, not the steady breaths you’re taking or ellie’s hand resting gently on your chest. your mind is racing, terrified that you scared ellie away, that you came on too strong. you don’t want to lose what you have with her, you don’t want her to let you go so you forget about. you brush it off and pretend it doesn’t bother you, convincing yourself that she didn’t hear you or thought you said something else.

you try so hard to believe it but you can’t, because you notice her starting to pull back, avoiding your gaze, and longing touches.

the rest of the trip went well, you carried on and acted like your heart wasn’t breaking the tiniest bit. when you two got back home you spent the whole last day of summer together, doing all of the things you won’t be able to do with eachother for the next couple of months.

you helped ellie pack her things, loading up box by box. up until now it hadn’t hit you that you and ellie wouldn’t see eachother for a long time, when that realization hit, it hit you hard.

you were putting some of ellie’s clothes into a bag when you got to one of her sweatshirts, the one she always let you wear, always saying how cute you looked in it. before you could stop yourself, you felt the tears fall. some fell down your face and some on her sweatshirt, the soft sniffles coming from your direction alerted ellie. she walked over, placing a hand on your back.

“what’s wrong?” she asked.

you couldn’t answer as your crying continued, you open your mouth to say something but words get stuck in your throat, you feel like you’re suffocating as your crying continues.

ellie’s gently pulls you into her arms, hugging you tightly as you cried into her shoulder, tears being left behind on her shirt.

she gently rubs your back muttering small it’s okays, she doesn’t ask why you’re crying because she knows why. she’s leaving and you’re leaving too, she knows what you’re feeling because she feels it too. except she doesn’t cry, she holds it in, because crying means acknowledging her true feelings.

she wants to tell you that she loves you, that she’ll come and visit you as soon as she can but she can’t. to her, saying i love you means owning up to it, admitting that she’s falling for you, falling in love with you.

so she doesn’t, she stays silent, holding you while you cry. gently rubbing your back and planting a kiss to your head.

you pull away, looking in her eyes because once again she’s wearing that poker face, making it impossible to read her.

leaning in, you kiss her and she kisses back. the kiss is different than usual, not the kind that’s sweet and fiery but one that’s full of uncertainty, full of things wanting to be said but never will.

you two look at eachother, really looking at eachother and for a second you see ellie’s face falter, like she wanted to say something. she studied you once more and left a kiss on your forehead before heading down to joel’s truck.

a/n: enjoy this last bit of cuteness 😊 anyways hope yall enjoyed!🪿

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[randomfandomswriting]

Yungi x Reader

A/N: I’m grateful everyone enjoyed my mingi x plus size reader fic! thank you to everyone that liked or reposted it. Here’s another fun one :) there’s a lot going on so hopefully it makes sense lololol

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI!!!!!

again mostly smut no real plot. lolol Again, please use protection in real life. this is a work of fiction and doesn’t reflect the actual artists at all.

You sat on the couch with your boyfriend Yunho and his bestfriend Mingi. The three of you hung out often and tonight was no different. With drinks, a movie, and you leaning into Yunho’s side, his hand on your thigh, his thumb gently smoothing over your skin absentmindedly. You tried your best to keep composure with Mingi sitting only inches away, but his big hand against your thigh was driving you crazy, and you knew he knew it.

You squeeze his arm and he doesn’t look away from the screen, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as you nudge him. He chuckles quietly as Mingi moves to get up.

“You don’t have to pause it, I’m running to the bathroom.” He said quickly, getting up and heading down the hallway.

Yunho took this moment to slide his hand further up, your skin burning hot at the feeling of his fingers slipping beneath your shorts.

“Yu-“ You attempt to scold him but fail as he slips two fingers into you, without warning. “Fuck.” You whimper quietly, biting your bottom lip and he chuckles. He’s amused.

“Good girl… stay quiet.” His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, already wet from him teasing you before. Your hand wraps around his bicep and you bury your face into his arm. “Good.” He hums, your heart is racing as your face heats up against his shirt. He curls his long fingers finding your spot, making you shudder against him.

“Fuuuck.” You breathe heavily, muffled into his arm, squeezing him as you try and mask a moan. He chuckles again.

“Shhh…” Yunho warns, and you push your face harder into him. He presses his palm against your clit as he continues to move his fingers, “Good girl.” You practically drool at his words, he feels so fucking good, you bite into his arm to muffle another moan.

“You guys—“ Mingi’s deep voice made you jump, and Yunho pulling his fingers from you quickly made you moan, your hands quickly slapping over your mouth. “Fuck I’m sorry.” Mingi apologizes, with red ears, “I- I can go.”

“Wait.” Yunho said, “It’s fine.”

“It’s fine!” You agree, quickly. Your heart is beating rapidly, and your skin is now hot from embarrassment. You find his eyes, mouth slightly ajar. Then, Yunho looks at you and you back at him.

“Do you want to join us?” Yunho asks and Mingi’s

eyes find you.

This wasn’t the first time this idea came up, it had been a few weeks since you and Yunho discussed a threesome. You both agreed it wouldn’t be with a woman, that he would share you but you wouldn’t be sharing him. So, why not his best friend? Someone you both trusted. You nod, a smile involuntarily spreading across your lips. Of course you thought about it before, the amount of time spent just the three of you, and you knew he checked you out too. You enjoyed it.

“If… If you want?” You shrug, your teeth raking over your bottom lip.

“Do I want… to join you guys?” He asks, starting to process the situation, you could see it written on his face. His brain was going a mile a minute.

“You don’t have to.” Yunho shrugs, “But I see the way you look at her sometimes.”

“I… No.” He scoffs, fumbling over his words. But he doesn’t leave.

“It’s alright, she’s perfect. I don’t mind.” Yunho smiles with pride. “I trust you, of all people,

to take good care of my girl.” Yunho’s hand is gently running over your hair, he looks at you with a smile.

Mingi doesn’t deny it, now. His ears flushing pink he looks at you.

“Are… are you guys sure? Or are you fucking with me?” He asks and you and Yunho both look at each other again, nodding in unison. “Fuck.” He sighs.

“C’mon.” Yunho smirks, nodding him over, and Mingi makes his way back toward the couch. “Some rules…” Yunho starts, “One: She’s in charge… if she wants to stop at any moment we’re done. Two: that goes for us as well… If either of us are uncomfortable then we stop” Mingi nods, “Three: You can’t kiss her on the lips, those are for me.” He nods.

“Okay. Easy enough.” Mingi nods, and you feel your body growing hot at the thought of both of them touching you. Devouring you. You’re longing for it.

“C’mere.” Yunho says to you, and you scoot closer to him. His lips easily find yours and he kisses you gently at first. This was familiar, easy, you melted every time. You loved kissing him, and you could do it for hours.

Yunho pulls away, and you feel his hand move into your hair, firmly he takes it into his grip, and he pulls your head back, a grin sweeping your lips. “Start with her neck.” Yunho hums, “She loves that.” Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as the words leave his lips, he was taking charge and Mingi was just as obedient as you.

Mingi’s unfamiliar lips press into the skin on your neck, it's soft, gentle, sweet. Yunho continues, “Use your teeth… use your tongue. Listen to her whimper.” You couldn’t help yourself if you tried. Yunho knew exactly what you liked, craved. He kept your head in place as Mingi kissed and sank his teeth into your neck. “Good girl.” Yunho coos, his lips kissing your earlobe and down the other side of your neck. The feeling of both of them on you was driving you insane. You can feel yourself getting more wet, you need relief, you clench your thighs together. Yunho can sense it; he sinks his teeth into your skin too.

“Fuck.” Your lips spill out a moan.

Yunho chuckles darkly, “See how easy that is?” he muses, “I bet she’s soaking through those little shorts… Go ahead, feel her.”

You don’t hesitate to part your thighs and Yunho rewards you with more kisses on your neck, and you whimper. Mingi uses a hand and looks to you,

your eyes on him as he uses his big hand to reach between your thighs. He applies pressure as you bite down on your lip again.

“Fuck.” Mingi breathes, “You’re right.” You blush and Yunho giggles.

“Let’s get these off you.” Yunho says, and his fingers hook into your waistband pulling your shorts down with Mingi and your help. Yunho reaches for your top to come off next. “Come here, baby.” He hums, admiring your body, a smile on his lips, he always makes you feel like a piece of art. The addition of Mingi’s eyes on you made it even better, though you blush and Yunho reaches for you to come close to him.

Yunho’s lips are already back on your neck and he grabs your thigh closest to him, pulling it over his. You spread the other one over Mingi’s thigh and he looks to you as if to ask permission. “Go ahead baby, use your words. Tell him what you want.” Yunho hums.

Your eyes find him and you practically beg, “Please touch me.” He doesn’t hesitate, his big hand soft as it slides up your thigh and right to your pussy, already slick. He looks to Yunho again as his fingers gather your arousal before they press into your clit making you whimper. Yunho bites his bottom lip as he wraps an arm around you, his other hand resting on your thigh as Mingi slipped a finger into you. His pretty eyes watching your head fall back onto Yunho.

“More.” Yunho directs, “She can take more.” Mingi listens, slipping in another finger and curling them into you. Your hips are rising off the couch as he slowly pumps them in and out of you. It feels good and different, and Yunho kisses your neck as he watches Mingi work on you, “Watch him.” Yunho tells you. “Eyes on him.”

You struggle but turn your attention to him, his mouth hanging open as his lips move back toward your neck, and chest that’s rising and falling heavier as your eyes fall shut again. You hear Mingi growl against your skin, his deep voice sending a shiver through you.

“Isn’t she perfect?” Yunho asks, “Taste her.” Mingi moves his fingers from you but runs them over your clit before they come up to his lips, and you watch as he slides his own fingers into his mouth. A deep moan from him makes you quiver. You whimper, missing the feeling of someone inside you and Yunho’s long fingers dip into you for a few seconds before he brings them up to your lips. Your mouth falling open for him to slide his long wet fingers into your mouth. You moan, his fingers sliding against your tongue and you suck on them. All while Mingi watches, and you can see his pants growing tighter. “Let her taste herself off you.” Yunho hums, and Mingi dips his fingers back into you. Pumping them again slowly in and out of you, gathering your arousal on his fingers. You whine because It’s torture when he pulls away, and brings his fingers up to your lips. You open your mouth and he slides his wet fingers in, and you moan around them, sucking on them.

“Fuck…” Mingi manages through gritted teeth,

“Do you want more?” Yunho asks you and you nod. “Do you want him to fuck you?” you nod again, needing to feel more of him. Needing one of them inside you.

“Are-are you sure?” Mingi asks and you nod, again. Yunho pulls you toward him, a sloppy kiss on the lips as Mingi moves to slide off his pants. Yunho leans your back against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair as the other slides across your stomach. He holds you there.

“Tell him.” Yunho pecks your cheek, as Mingi moves back toward you, his hard cock in his hand as he looks at the sight of you with his teeth raking over his bottom lip, “Wait until she begs.” Yunho hums, looking up at Mingi through his lashes. Mingi swallows hard and nods, using one of his hands to stroke himself.

“Please…” You sigh, missing the feeling of being filled. Yunho grins, one hand sweeping down your stomach, and down toward your clit, stopping to run his fingers over it just enough to make you squirm. Mingi is watching him toy with you, and moves closer. Using the tip of his erection to glide over your folds making you whimper. He attempts to sink into you but Yunho stops him. His own fingers stopping and moving away from your clit. You whine, “Please.” You tilt your head up to Yunho who’s amused, a smirk on his lips.

“Tell him… beg him.” Your head turns back toward Mingi and Yunho licks his fingers clean. Mingi is enjoying teasing you too, playing with your clit as your legs spread open further for him.

“Please fuck me.” You whine, “Please.” Mingi looked at Yunho, whose hands were now playing with your breasts. Yunho chuckled as he kissed your neck and shoulders.

“I feel like she could do better than that.” He teased and you pout, annoyed.

“Please fuck me, Mingi.” You beg, “I want to feel you inside me.” Mingi’s looking at Yunho who smirks and nods.

“Go ahead.” Yunho smirks, and Mingi doesn’t waste time. He slowly sinks into you, and you gasp at the stretch, Yunho holding you tightly against him. “Good girl.” He coos, and Mingi grunts.

“Fuck.” Mingi groans while biting his lower lip, as he fully presses himself into you, his eyes finding yours. “You’re so tight.”

“She can handle it.” Yunho smirks, “Right, angel?” You nod, “Tell him.”

“I can take it.” You whimper and he slowly pulls back before thrusting back into you his own groan spilling out like a whine. He begins moving at a steady pace, and you can’t even think straight with Yunho holding you, his lips on your neck as Mingi fucked you.

“You look so pretty with my best friend’s cock inside of you.” Yunho praises, “My perfect girl.” It drives you crazy and you moan loudly, unashamed. You want them both to hear you. “You take him so well…Mingi, tell my girl how good she feels.”

“So… so fucking good” Mingi’s deep voice is strained.

Yunho chuckles, “You can do better than that.”

“You feel so good. So… so perfect.” Mingi groans, and it’s clear he’s in heaven. This elicits another moan from you, feeling the beginning of an orgasm starting in your stomach “You’re a fuckin’ dream.” He moans. His pace picks up as he slams into you, really making you feel him his hands are digging into your sides keeping you right where he wants you. Your head falls back onto Yunho as Mingi continues rocking his hips into you. You hold onto Yunho even tighter.

“You are truly a dream.” Yunho hums, kissing your temple, and down your face again. It’s sweet and he fixes his eyes back on Mingi thrusting into you. His mouth falling open, his eyes fixed on the way Mingi is not holding back. You can feel Yunho’s erection through his pants, and you look up at him.

“I want you too.” You whimper, and Yunho smirks.

“You want me to use that pretty mouth?” He asks and you nod quickly. “Give her a second Min…” Yuho says and Mingi stops moving but stays in you. Yunho slides from beneath you, “Help her turn around.” You feel him pull out from you, both of you whimper at the feeling. You turn away from him, wobbling as you do and you feel Mingi’s lips on your shoulders and back as Yunho undresses. His cock sprinting free from his pants as Mingi holds you against him. Yunho kisses your lips, his fingers on your chin as he does. “Ass up for him, baby.” He instructs, his fingers not leaving your chin and you do exactly as he says and you feel Mingi’s big hands glide down your back and over your ass and you shake it for him with a grin. Mingi’s hands grip and slap your ass and you yelp but let him massage his hands over your curves until he’s spreading you open for him.

You turn your attention back to Yunho’s erection and open your mouth, tongue out eyes up at him. This was routine and he smirks down at you as he runs the top of his cock against your tongue. You don’t need instruction from there, and you take your time swirling your tongue around the tip, humming as you take him between your lips. Not all the way, not yet, just enough to make him groan. Like a lollipop you suck, and twirl your tongue around him, your eyes still looking up at him.

“Fuck.” Yunho groans, “You can start fucking her again.” One of his hands comes down to slap your ass, hard, and you cry out before sucking him back into your mouth. At the same time, Mingi is lining himself up with you, one of his big hands running over the spot where Yunho just left a handprint. Your mouth is wrapped around Yunho when Mingi thrusts himself back into you, his hands coming to your waist and holding you still as he begins to stretch you again. First taking his time, making you feel every inch of him, making you moan around Yunho.

“She looks so good like this.” Mingi surprised Yunho, “Between the two of us.” Yunho smirks and Mingi hisses as you clench around him, amother muffled moan escaping your throat as Yunho still fills your mouth.

“Show her,” Yunho moans at the feeling of warm saliva covering his cock as you swallow him back further all while Mingi is taking you from behind. “Show her how good she feels wrapped around the two of us.”

Mingi took that cue and slammed into you hard, Yunho sliding from your throat making you moan louder as spit fell from your lips. Mingi didn’t stop there, his pace steady once again as he thrust in and out of you each time making sure you really felt him. One of Yunho’s hands wraps into your hair, firmly grasping it and tiling your head back just enough so he could see your eyes. You struggled to keep them open with Mingi slamming into you, but your mouth fell open for Yunho again. Another smirk from his lips as you whimper.

“So good for me.” Yunho commends, before sliding his wet cock back into your mouth, his hips slowly thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water as you continue to look up at him, “So, fucking pretty like this.” he coos and you can feel an orgasm starting to build again. Mingi picks up the speed, his pace more sloppy and eager than before, his own orgasm starting to simmer. He moaned and growled as you continued to clench around him, not being able to stop yourself. The feeling of both of them deep inside you made you feel like you were on cloud 9, heaven.

“I think she’s close.” Mingi whimpered, “Fuck she feels so good.”

“Is that right, princess?” Yunho asks you, you can’t respond, your mouth is full so, you just moan around him. Your eyes clenching shut as Mingi quickened his pace more. Yunho moans as he slides himself out of your mouth again, and you gasp as it leaves you feeling empty. Your arms are barely able to hold you up anymore and you lean forward as your body trembles. Yunho moves lower, his head to your level as you grasp at the couch, needing some stability as your head begins to get fuzzy. Yunho uses a hand to pull your hair back firmly, holding you so that you're facing him.

“Fuck…” You whine, “Yunho…” You try to form something coherent but fail as your mouth quivers, your words fading into mumbles as your eyes tear.

“So beautiful.” Yunho smirks, and even though you have saliva coating your lips, and makeup smudges and rubbing down your cheeks, he means it. “God, look at you,” He uses one hand to stroke himself and his lips find yours sloppily kissing you as you moan into his mouth. “Come on baby.” He coos, “Cum on his cock.” You couldn’t stop your orgasm from rolling in, your legs shaking and collapsing as Mingi moaned again. He’s struggling to keep himself together as he holds you from completely collapsing into the couch.

“Can he cum in me?” You moan out, and Yunho looks at you with eyebrows raised.

“Is that what you want?” You can’t answer with words but you manage to nod.

Yunho looks at Mingi, “Give her what she wants.” He orders and Mingi couldn’t stop himself from emptying into her, with a low growl, his own legs shaking as he pressed into you as deep as he can go. Your body gave up completely, trembling forward as Yunho kissed your quivering mouth. It's sloppy as a hand holds your mouth there for him. He smiles, letting your head rest on the couch. A hand gently running over your hair, his thumb gently running over your cheek. Mingi takes a moment before slowly sliding out of you, making you gasp at the feeling of emptiness.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asks, and Yunho smirks at him. You can’t speak, so you nod again, a smile spreading across your lips as you feel Mingi’s hands gently running over your back, making you shiver.

“It’s a lot for her.” He hums, “C’mere.” He pulled himself up, before pulling you into him, your head resting into his lips finding his skin.

“You didn’t get to—“ Your hand moved down Yunho’s chest toward his erection that was still waiting to be taken care of.

“You don’t have to, it's okay.” He hums, kissing your temple.

“I want to.” You reply, “Let me take care of you like you take care of me.” He chuckles.

“You want to cum again for me?” He hums, and you nod, “C’mon then.” You shift and he helps you swing your leg over him, your body still weak. You use his shoulders to hold yourself up, before you slowly sink onto him. Still sensitive you whimper, your mouth falling open again. “Mingi, why don’t you help her?” Yunho looks toward his friend who quickly moves toward the two of you. His hands run up your sides and over your chest, you lean into him as you move your hips towards Yunho, a soft gasp leaving your lips as Mingi sucks on the skin just below your ear. “That’s it, help her ride me.”

Mingi nods, his hands moving down to your hips, helping guide you on Yunho’s cock. Yunho’s head falling back with a moan coming from his throat. It only encourages you to move your hips more,

rolling against him, your own moans being muffled as your teeth rake over your bottom lip. You weren’t going to last much longer as your body melted against Mingi, one of his hands moving down between your thighs.

“Fuck.” You whimper, as Mingi’s fingers start to roll over your clit, it makes you jump back trembling at how sensitive it was. You take a moment stopping your hips from rolling as you try to keep your composure long enough for Yunho to cum too.

“God.” Yunho growls, “Hold her there.” Mingi presses you against him and Yunho begins to thrust his hips upwards making you cry out,

“Yu… Yunho.” You moan as he slams into you more aggressive by the moment, Mingi holding you against him as your body falls limp, “I am going to…” you couldn’t continue your thoughts or words, Mingi’s rubbing your clit and Yunho thrusting in that perfect spot was leaving your brain to stall out.

“Look at her, a beautiful fucking mess.” Yunho moans, “Go ahead baby, let it go.” He urged and you felt tears stinging your eyes, and you shook, your words turning into whimpering nonsense as you clenched your teeth. Your head going fuzzy, your eyes falling shut as you feel Yunho unloading into you with a whiny moan himself. “Come here.” Yunho coos as Mingi moves his hand, letting you fall into Yunho’s embrace, a whimper leaving your lips as you lean into him. His lips found yours as you tried to regulate your breathing, his kisses sweet and soft.

“You okay?” Mingi is asking again as he moves next to Yunho on the couch, and you nod with a giggle burrowing your head into the crook of Yunho’s neck. Yunho’s hand comes up to gently run his hands through your hair. It’s sweet and comforting and you smile at it.

“I’m going to get you a nice hot shower and then get you to bed.” Yunho hums, “C’mon.” His hands move to help you up, slowly coming off his dick with a whimper again.

“I should probably go.” Mingi says quietly.

“You could stay.” Yunho says.

“We have enough room in our bed.” You agree, finally finding some words, “Only if you want.”

“I would like that.” Mingi nods.

After Yunho helps you shower and showers himself, Mingi also jumps in. Then, the three of you end up in bed, in your favorite position: nuzzled between the two of them.

[hymen-restoration-project]

Things I processed/learned as a result of my writing this blog:

Being homeschooled SUCKED!!! Objectively! Any other CC kids want to talk shit about it? I fucking could. Especially the stupid fucking right wing libertarian Christian bullshit. I hated every second.

I'm a lesbian??? Aaaaaaaa. Girls

I don't owe anyone fucking anything! I create what I want. Some people have criticized my writing or asked me to take the story a different way, and learning to say no was awesome.

I am lesbian catnip. The amount of girls who got pictures with me at Dashcon... If you got any with me, tag me in the post, I'd love to have them too.

Sometimes you just need space to work things out. Sometimes it involves completely restructuring your life and taking some risks.

The Midwest is a zone of hell and no one should go there. I hate everything there is to hate about shitty white Midwesterners. That being said I am saying this because moving there immediately after college traumatized the fuck out of me so my opinion is biased as shit. Still working through that one.

By the way, true story from that time: I was dating this girl when I was living in Minnesota. She had a habit of stealing my boxers (back when I still wore them, I was much further behind in transition then) and saying "it wouldn't be the same!" when I told her to get her own. She had a pet bunny named Valley (RIP, I loved you so much) who needed supplies from the local pet store. I lived a few blocks away so I usually just slept at her place. She was at work and I had to get the bunny supplies, so I got dressed and headed out. I began to notice a weird smell and thought "hmm, that's a little fecal" but otherwise didn't think much of it. I bought my shit and got back in the car. The smell was worse. I was beginning to grow suspicious. I got back to her place, dropped off the bunny stuff, and checked my pants. Thick. Dry. Brown. Line. In my fucking underwear. Good people of the jury, I swear on my life that I did not leave that there. I was mortified. I had just experienced what it's like to be the straight man in a sitcom. I questioned her on this and she said she was too embarrassed to deal with it so she just left them on the floor. And I wore them to the fucking pet store. And yet, I was so desperate, I was with her another two months. Worst person I've ever dated. Bethany is loosely based on her in some ways (mostly her nightmarish family situation).

I like men a lot less than I thought i did. Perhaps Bethany's misandry had a grain of truth to it. Either way I've seen them do some dumb shit lately

I have a niche affinity for making friends with Internet microcelebrities. If you can believe it strange is the fourth one. What the fuck is my life.

Bethany's obsession with the word "fecal" has thoroughly infected my marriage. My wife and I both cannot fucking stop saying the word "fecal". Everything that bothers us is fecal now. By the way, this all started because of an advertising jingle I wrote about a "peanut butter dookie sandwich". The specific line was:

🎵 Take a dump

And mash it up

Fecal Reese's peanut butter cup 🎵

Speaking of my wife, I met my her through the Muppet Joker of all people. Turns out we were a good enough fit to be looking for a house together now. Crazy how that works. I flew up two weeks into dating her and we went on the best vacation I've ever been on. Completely spur of the moment. She was my Harrow at Dashcon! I love her so much :3

[himeroon]

✿ Sick days.. ✿

- Romance Saja x fem! reader

“ʜᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ…”

WORD COUNT: 1,852

This is a part two! But you don’t rlly hav to read part one if you wouldn’t like too! !Part one link!

!NSFW!, Fem!reader, Romance Saja x Fem!reader, Romance takes care of sick reader, Cunnilingus, eating out, finger!ng, kissing down body, Top Romance Saja, NO PROOFREADING

Reader is Sick after her night in the rain with Baby Saja, so Romance brings her some food! And then eats her out!

AU: An AU where reader and HUNTR/X. are turned into demons by Gwi-ma and get trained by and are now living with the Saja boys. - BETTER EXPLAINED AND SEEN IN PART ONE -

You still haven’t told the girls what happened with happened with Baby during training, I mean what were you even supposed to say? “Yeah we trained and hunted, then he fingered me and we got ramyeon on the way back?” They were going to think you were crazy, and now really wasn’t the best moment to be having a crisis. Since you were sick in bed at the moment.

Thanks to that afternoon in the rain you had caught the nastiest cold ever. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you were constantly on the verge of tears and felt like you were dying from the fever. Who knew demons could catch such colds?

Zoey had brought you some sketchy herbal medicinal water from a weird alley corner store that nobody has probably ever heard of. Then her, Mira, and Rumí were off to go train and practice, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Mira said sitting on the edge of the bed while you were under the covers. “Yeah we can totally stay if you want!” Zoey smiled coming up behind her. “Yeah we can stay.” Rumí sais too. They all seemed super worried, normally Mira always worried about you when you got sick or needed anything but Zoey and Rumí were being pretty sweet too. You didn’t need to worry them any longer with your problems plus you’d probably get better soon.

“No you guys go, I’ll stay and rest.” Mira gave you a half soft smile and kissed your forehead before standing back up. “Call me- Us if you need anything, okay?” You nodded and smiled at Mira to ease her worries and the girls left, so now you were probably all alone. Thats what you thought until you began hearing some racket in the kitchen, pans and pots and a bunch of whispered arguments. If the boys were trying to keep quiet it they weren’t doing a very good job. Then you saw the shadows move under your door, “No I’ll give it to her!” “No I will” “Move it I’ll do it!” Was that? Abby and Romance? Just then Romance burst through the door, a tray in hand and he immediately used his back to block the door before locking it.

“Romance?” You called out softly curious to what he was doing here with a tray, was it for you? You sort of wanted it to since you were kind of hungry but you didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t and you also didn’t wanna look spoiled or needy. Weird why were you thinking like this, so deeply about how they perceive you? Why does that matter?

He finally got off the door and cleared his throat before doing a signature hair flip and smirking at you. “Bet You missed me?” Fuck ass Justin Bieber hair flip always made him think he was all that. “What are you doing here? Leave.” You asked harshly before leaning up in bed against the soft pillows and giving him your best attempt at an attitude.

“Heard my Princess was sick, so I brought you some soup.” He smiling smugly like he was just so proud of himself,

“I’m not your princess Romance just give me the damn food.”

“Fine.” He said with a teasing pout on his lips placing the tray in your lap, the tray had kimbap, soul, and some tea! You immediately began digging in excited to finally have some food since you hadn’t really been able to get up and make yourself anything. Romance casually decided to lay out on his side and watch you eat. After a moment you looked up, he was still pouting and watching you eat. You swallowed your last big bite and opened your mouth to say what he was probably waiting for.

“Thank you for the food.” He smiled softly, “You’re welcome.” He said tilting his head not making a single effort to leave or even move at all. Him just watching you eat was making you pretty uncomfortable. “Yeah thanks… you can leave now.” You said awkwardly smiling, “Are you trying to get rid of me already? You aren’t even going to offer me any? How rude hm?” He teased smiling up at you, “Hey you never said you wanted any you know-”

“Well I do.” He interrupted leaning up, and sitting in front of you. You picked up your chopsticks and grabbed some kimbap, you smiled mischievously. “Say Ahh.” He stopped, for a moment he was a bit taken aback, then he smirked and he dropped his jaw a bit and a soft “Ahh.” Was heard, you fed him the kimbap and he chewed away like a happy baby. You saw the way his eyes lit up when his soft pink lips finally touched tasted the kimbap. “This is actually good.” He said excitedly grabbing another with his bare hands, “Hey! Not all of its for you!” You yelled smacking away his hand, too late he had already popped another two into his mouth. You moved the tray away, “HEY!” “Comon Sharing is caring!” He laughed leaning over you to try and grab more from the plate.

“It’s supposed to be for me!” You groaned before smacking your hand on his face and pushing him off you, he laughed as he laid back down. “How ungrateful you are.” He pouted and looked over at you, meanwhile you’re eating away happily. “Uhm yeah it’s mine.” He sat up again and way now right in front of your face. He grabbed another pair of chopsticks that was on the tray, he clicked them at you. “Click away all you want you aren’t getting any more.” You groaned as you continued eating, he squinted his soft yellow eyes and just as you picked up the last kimbap and brought it in between your lips, he leaned in and ate it, his soft lips rubbing against yours as he chewed. His face was now less than an inch from yours.

He chewed softly, then he swallowed and stared at you. Then he looks down at your lips and leans in, his lips felt so good and soft but hungry as he held your chin up, pulling you into him. The kiss was nice and tender you couldn’t help but melt into him for a moment. “Thanks for the meal.” He chuckled pulling away slightly. You immediately jumped into action and tackled him pinning him down on the bed. “My kimbap! You animal!” You yelled and he only laughed at your angry state above him. “What the fuck is funny?! I’m mad at you.” Romance chuckled and cupped the side of your face. You stopped for a moment and looked into his face, his eyes softened and his lips once again met yours as he pulled you back in holding his hand on the back of your neck. His lips were currently eating yours alive in a languid entwine, he pulled back and looked deeply into your eyes “Let me make it up to you?” His voice was Smokey and in a soft whisper, his mouth still with a soft smile.

All you could do was nod “mhm” you murmured softly, before you knew it he had swiftly flipped you over and pinned you down. His hands had yours over your head as his lips devoured yours, he roughly pushed his tongue through your mouth like he wanted to eat you alive. Your heart was beating like crazy when he finally pulled back a little. You were panting like the air had been sucked out of and then he began to kiss down your neck and throat. His hands began removing your shirt, his claws pulling up and breaking the buttons one by one starting at the bottom then the top. “Oops.” He chuckled when the last button was clipped off by his claw and your tits spilled out. “Such nice tits princess, you won’t mind will you?” He said as his thumb began massaging over your hard nipples in a circular motion as he continued kissing down your tummy. This earned a soft whimper from you as he squeezed your breasts softly and massaged. He chuckled at the whimpers you tried to hold back then he hiked up your skirt, “How about let’s take a look down here shall we?” He teased before bringing two fingers to massage your pussy through your panties.

“These panties are soaking baby doll. Tsk tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue at you before hooking his finger on your panties and ripping them. You gasped as the cold air brushed up against your exposed skin, two fingers teased up against your wet entrance making you throb and tighten around nothing. “Romance,” you growled through gritted teeth as he kissed through your inner thigh. “Shhh.” He hushed glaring up at you, His tongue darted out trailing down your thigh, making you whimper at the fact he was just so close. “Awe this pretty pussy wants attention? Fine I’ll give it some attention.” He swiftly pulled your legs over his shoulders leaning you up as he darted his tongue in to taste you. He flattened his wet tongue through your entrance and began licking down your gummy walls making your back arch up even more off the bed.

Another whimper escaped your mouth as he began sucking and slurping, his tongue hitting your deep spots making your shameless moans fill the air. His fingers began massaging your glistening folds as his tongue went in and out of your sweet spots, he was basically just tongue fucking you and you were loving every second. A finger darted into your clit hooking roughly into you as his tongue devoured your pussy.

“Fuck, Romance! Fuck!” Tears began to swell up in your eyes as you felt yourself getting close to finishing. By now you were grinding your sweet pussy into his mouth, your hips rolling onto his tongue begging for him not to stop. “Cum for me sweet girl, you can do it baby.” He said adding in another finger his tongues precision only speeding up fucking into all those sweet spots making your eyes roll back as you finally came. Your legs shook in ecstasy as your orgasm came down hard making you moan out Romance’s name making him chuckle slightly. Once you finally fell back on the bed catching your breath was a fucking challenge. Romance simply chuckled as he watched you settle back into yourself after he knocked your soul back out. (Or whats left of your soul)

“You did good, princess. You forgive me yet?” He teased smiling looking over your flushed out face. “Shut up Romance.” You groaned, “maybe next time I’ll have to teach you some manners.” You both laughed as he wrapped his arms around you nuzzling into your neck. “Wait next time?” You mumbled, looking up at him a bit confused. “You don’t think that after one night I’m letting you go, right princess?” “No I suppose knowing you, no.” You both laughed softly, this definitely beat any other lonely sick day.

-XOXO, HIME

[extraspicynoodles-blog]

JJK MEN SEX ANALYSIS

i could be very very wrong but this is the vibes i get from them LOL ty for reading <3

i lowkey feel like satoru isn’t as dommy daddy as a lot of people think. he gives the vibe that he tries to be, like with his cocky attitude and all, but when it gets down to it hes too unserious and too emotionally starved and ends up just being a needy babbly mess w/ lots of ridiculous pet names. he probably likes it when you call him daddy but in a joking way, not seriously. he doesn’t necessarily give sub, but like, “oh my god please, please- can’t talk? that’s okay, i’ll talk for both of us. you feel so fucking good my pretty girl, you know it too don’t you? yeah? oh my fucking god this is death right here. death by my wife’s pussy.” definitely uses “baby girl” “princess” “sweetheart” “wife” “sugar tits” (you smack him for that one.) no thoughts, just praise, desperation, and a god complex slowly crumbling at your feet. genuinely this man would not shut up lmfao

suguru gives very soft dom vibes. he won’t fully dom you unless you ask, but he’s generally very gentle. likes to go slow and is veerrryyy sensual. it’s not about fucking for him, it’s about the connection. 100% a giver and hates it rough because he likes to take his time and draw it out as much as possible. “that’s it, that’s it my sweet girl. feel that? feel how deep i get inside you?” he probably doesn’t moan or talk much, but when he does it’s like “mmm, fuck… that’s it darling.” and definitely the BEST at aftercare. he definitely showers with you and brushes your hair and makes you tea after. also DEF a shower sex guy. he thinks the steam makes it more intimate. the type to have weekly nights where he lights candles and does the rose petal thing in your room and worships you for hours on end.

nanami has a sir kink. literally 100% hands down has a sir kink. you called him sir one day jokingly and he hasn’t stopped thinking about since. he’s real good at keeping himself together in front of you and others as the respectful gentleman he is, but on the inside he’s a burning dumpster fire. he’s definitely dom, but in a quiet, controlled, simmering intensity kind of way, not degrading or aggressive at all. absolutely wants you to be pillow princess all the time. “again,” he’d say, voice a low command. “say it again while you’re this full of me.” he’s the type to keep his tie on while fucking you lmfaooo. neatly rolled sleeves, steady pace, deep strokes that leave you shaking. he doesn’t rush. ever. he wants you to feel wrecked, not bruised. also the best at aftercare. brings you to the bath with a glass of water and washes you after.

sukuna? THAT’S your dom of the series. like a true commanding, borderline sadistic hard dom. degredation kink dialed up to 11. expect “pathetic little plaything,” “weak mortal,” and whatever creative insult pops into his mind. he uses power as foreplay. he def gets off on the fact that you’re terrified and turned on, like your fear is spice, and your obedience is dessert. he doesn’t initiate, he summons. one little flick of his finger and you’re on your knees. he has a very strict protocol. speak only when told, keep your eyes where he orders, hands usually clasped or restrained. his pace is fucking ruthless. he wants tears running down your cheeks, red marks on your ass and cheek, bruises/hickies, fucking you so hard you can’t even make a sound but he’s like “what’s wrong, brat? so quiet. not good enough? pathetic.” then goes even harder. “look at you, trembling already. pathetic.” “beg louder. i want every mortal in this place to know who owns you.”

choso is definitely gentle but primal. you say one word and he folds like a little wet piece of paper. but if you give him control, he’s definitely the type to be extremely possessive, lowkey feral, and goes a little crazy. he’s not necessarily aggressive, but he just can’t control himself when he’s in charge. HUGE on eye contact. if you look away for even a second he gently grabs your cheeks and goes, “no please, look at me.” definitely not a doggy type of guy. he wants to look at you the whole time. i feel like he’s the type to like fucking you while carrying you. hands ALWAYS on you. he wants you as close as possible and likes to fuck completely naked every single time. doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s the most gentle, kinda needy but also accidentally assertive thing you’ve ever heard.

okay hot take, but i feel like with the right woman, toji is 100% a sub. when he’s with the right girl, think huge people (you) pleaser. has an oral fixation. this man will go down on you for an hour and be thrilled about it. you pull his hair, call him “good boy,” and the fight leaves his body like air from a tire. he’s still rough sometimes, but it’s desperate and clingy, not about power. LOVES when you ride him. but with any other girl, he’s detached and rough. fuck then leave kind of vibe. he uses sex to assert control and avoid intimacy. definitely spits in your mouth. “don’t get attached,” then makes you cum harder than you have in your life. definitely a “you like that?” guy. also he’s a huge ass guy i think. loves doggy and bending you over any surface he can.