#i’m a tutor and i say it all fucking day lmao

[halfinthebestoftheworst]

rlm-blr, what are those rlm quotes that have wormed their way into your daily vernacular?

[cas-skz]

Tutor Boy

Yunho x Fem!reader

| non-idol au | university au |

18+!!!! MDNI!! plz&thnx

After begging your tutor to help you with your last assignment, he agrees to help in return for a favor. He proves that even the most innocent looking people, aren’t so innocent.

warnings: oral, soft dom Yunho, cock holding, overstimulation, penetration, unprotected sex, some cum play, petname - good girl, fuck toy

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]

writers note: whoanelllly this took a few days cause I could not find my flow and it was just a ton of smut but I think it came together well lmao

enjooooy lots of love

cas xx

“So far Miss, you’re failing 4 out of 5 of your classes. I’ve spoken to your teachers and if you get all your late papers and assignments in by the end of February, your grades may increase. For now, I’m going to set you up with a tutor.”

That’s how you came to meet Yunho. From a list of tutors hung up in the library.

From an outside perspective, he wasn’t the typical guy you’d be into. You ran with the party crowd, drinking and hanging out with friends almost every night.

While Yunho was quiet, reserved and kept to himself. He spent most of his free time gaming online, tutoring and doing extra curriculars.

So outside of tutoring, you barely crossed paths.

The night started when you barged into his room. Needing help with the last paper you had due.

“I’m about to do a raid with Felix” He said motioning to the computer.

“Can it wait? I need your help. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, please please please?”

Yunho had agreed and helped you finish the paper. And you, kept your promise to make it up to him.

That’s how you ended up under his desk.

“You want me to do what?!”

“Only if you agree.” Yunho smiled softly, a pink blush taking over his cheeks. “But, yeah. I want head while I play. It weirdly helps.”

He was sweet enough to tell you multiple times you didn’t have to, even went as far as saying it was stupid and he shouldn’t have said it.

But you wanted to do it.

Your head bobbed slowly as he played, his fingers working away at the mouse and keys. Every few minutes his eyes would flash to you, shyly watching as he bit his lip to hold back moans.

Felix was on the headset, you had to make sure to keep quiet.

“We’re almost there. Just need to defeat this guy.” Yunho said, somehow able to hold himself together as your tongue slid slowly around the tip of his cock.

He was much bigger than any of the other boys you had been with and made it past 5 minutes without cumming. So you took your time, working your hand and mouth to please him.

He slid forward in the chair a bit as they started the round, and you went back to work, taking his length into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, swallowing the seeping pre cum.

As the game got more intense, his body reacted, causing you to gag a few times as he bucked his hips. You couldn’t help but touch yourself; your entrance was already dripping wet.

Your fingers slowly pumped your entrance as you used the other to hold his cock in place, your mouth gently sucking at the tip before kissing down his shaft.

You slid your tongue back up, quietly moaning as your fingers moved to rub your clit.

“Few more hits and we got him.” Yunho said, his hand moving from the keyboard to your head. His fingers slowly tangled in your hair as he started to control your movements.

You let him move your head, sucking and swirling your tongue, spit coming out from the corners of your mouth.

It turned you on even more, your fingers started moving faster as he continued to make you take his full length.

“This is it. Last hit.”

You knew he was talking to Felix, but as his cock started to stiffen and twitch. You knew it was for you too.

His cum shot into your mouth, a soft moan finally escaping his lips as he threw the headset off.

He looked down at you, noticing the hand between your thighs. His cock twitched in your mouth before you slowly let it fall out, swallowing his load.

“You uh….” He tried to speak, but his mouth stayed slightly open as he watched you.

You up looked at him through your eyelashes, moaning softly as you sat back on your legs, a hand bend tightly between your thighs.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” You said quietly, your eyes watching him.

“No, it’s fine…Just unexpected.”

You tilted your head, “What? That you got me soaking wet from your little gaming sesh?”

His eyes were shy, a small smile pulled at his lips.

You slowly crawled form under the desk, moving Yunho back a bit as you leaned against his desk, your fingers pulling at the end of your skirt.

“You’re just…you.” Yunho said with a breathy laugh, “Just not the usual girl I’d be doing this with.”

“Cute, I was thinking the same thing.”

You leaned forward a bit, exposing your cleavage as you leaned both your hands on his arm rests. “So, shall we continue?”

He swallowed hard and nodded.

You smiled softly, walking over to him and kissing his cheek. “Just let me know if you want to stop.”

Yunho wrapped his hand around his still firm length before gently grabbing your chin to turn your face to him. “That goes for you too.”

You looked into his eyes for a long moment before kissing him deeply, your hand taking over for his to stroke his cock.

“Now, I think since I had to spend almost an hour under there…” you trailed, turning around and sitting on his lap. You lined his cock with your entrance, looking behind you for an okay signal.

Yunho nodded, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down, you moaned in unison as your walls stretched to fit him.

“I was hoping to get a lesson on this game. It sounded interesting.”

He kissed you shoulder as you slowly moved your hips, small moans continuously escaping from your slightly gaped mouth.

His arms snuck around you, one around your waist and the other across your body and holding onto your shoulder. his lips in your ear. “This seems like more of a reward.”

You lifted your feet as he scooted back to the computer, “Did I forget to mention you’re not allowed to cum?”

Yunho laughed, “Cute.” He let his arms fall to the keyboard and rested his head on your shoulder as you leaned back into him.

He explained the game as he played, but you had distracted him with your own little game.

You rolled your hips slowly, contracting your walls around him as he explained. You rubbed your clit, moaning softly in his ear as you came on his cock. Two, three, four times.

“How are you so good at this.” You whined, your body twitching from the continuous orgasms.

Yunho placed his hand on your stomach, holding you still. “My ex was into bondage and had this weird thing with edging. Two years together, so I got pretty good at it.”

“Guess that blows my plan.” You laughed, your body relaxing in his arms.

“If it makes you feel better, you almost got me like 3 or 4 times.”

You gently smacked his arm, “It does not! You did get me 4 times.”

Yunho moved his thumb slowly across your stomach, sending waves of comfort through your body as he slowly lifted you from him, sitting you back down on his lap.

He turned you towards him, his hand moving to gently rub your thigh.

You ran a hand through your hair as you looked at him, admiring him closer than you had before. Most of the other guys you had been with didn’t bother to even talk to you after sex.

“You don’t have to stay” Yunho said quietly, his eyes falling to your legs, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know a lot of guys don’t really give a shit about that, but I do.” He poked gently at the dark freckles on your leg.

“Hey,” You say, bringing his attention to you. You smiled softly, looking into his eyes, “I want to stay.” You paused for a moment, your fingers playing witn the ends of his hair.

“You know, most of the guys I’ve hooked up with aren’t usually this sweet. It’s usually in and out, gone in 20.” You said shyly.

Yunho made a grossed out face, “That’s major douchebag energy. It’s a lot more enjoyable when you’re both comfortable, and can actually please the woman.” He winked

You leaned down to kiss his cheek again, only to have his lips catch yours.

His lips worked softly against yours, his tongue slid slowly against your bottom lip before slipping inside, moving with yours.

You pulled away a bit, “Show me how you treat a woman.” You whispered.

“Gladly.”

Yunho moved you to the bed, his kisses getting a little rougher as they worked towards your neck.

You moaned as he trailed soft kisses towards your ear, sucking gently before whispering. “Let me hear those pretty moans.”

His fingers trailed slowly down your body, tingling you throughout. His knee pushed your legs apart as he settled in between.

Yunho ran his fingers along your hip before using the tip of his cock to rub slow circles around your clit.

When your body julted a bit, Yunho brought his lips to yours, stopping his fingers to gently kiss you. “Just relax. Tell me what you want.”

His fingers slowly started to move again, “more?”

You nodded and moaned a quick “yes” before relaxing into the pillow.

Yunho started to kiss his way down your body, his fingers moved from your clit, slowly towards your entrance.

Your breathing got heavier as he reached your core, eyes watching him as he gently sucked at your clit, his tongue moving in slow circles in between.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” You moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to work at your clit.

He slowly slid two fingers into your entrance, your slick coating them as he started to move his hand.

Your hips started to rock, walls clenching at his fingers as you moaned his name.

Yunho’s eyes flashed to you, sending a chill through your spine. “Please fuck me, I need more.”

He moved back up your body, his fingers still inside you as he kissed your lips. His fingers were quickly replaced by his cock, slowly stretching you out as you moaned into the kiss.

His hips started to flow easily, the sound of your wetness joining the panting of your kisses. “Such a nice pussy.” He whispered.

Your body felt electric under his touch. Every movement and kiss from him made you want even more.

You pulled your lips away from his for a moment, “Harder.”

Yunho pecked your lips before leaning up, he lifted both your legs and held them together against his chest, his hips picked up speed.

You could barely hold yourself together, he felt so big in the new position.

“Fuck Yunho, fuck I’m- ” You couldn’t get the words out at you started to peak, gasping as your body trembled.

He slowed his thrusts to a stop, gently rubbing your legs as he lowered them to both sides of his body.

He leaned down and kissed you, letting your body calm.

You can wrapped your arms around him, one hang gripping his back and the other on his cheek.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked in your ear, his breath getting shaky as his thrusts started again.

Your head fell back as his lips worked at your neck again, roughly kissing and nipping at your neck.

“I don’t care,” your hips started to rock, “just please don’t stop fucking me.”

Yunho smirked down at you, his hand gently gripped your jaw. “look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered opened to meet his, watering as your walls started to contract again.

He pulled out quickly, his warm cum shooting onto your stomach before he slowly pushed it back in, he thrusted a few times, deeply hitting the right spot.

“Good girl, cum on my cock.”

Your body shook, gentle waves of pleasure rolling through.

He moved his body beside your, turning your head to push his cock slowly in your mouth.

You sucked on his length, adjusting yourself a bit as he scooped the cum off your belly with two fingers, “You gonna clean up my mess?” He asked with a tilt of the head.

You nod, happily humming as he wiped it onto his cock, that you eagerly started to suck on.

He smirked down at you, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit.

“You’re fucking addicting, you know that?”

You let his cock fall from your mouth and crawled to your knees, meeting him at eye level. “I think having a man who knows what he’s doing helps.”

Yunho placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, “Guess that means I have no other choice but to keep tutoring you. I mean, if this is the thanks I’m going to get.”

Your hand rested on his chest, “You don’t have to tutor me in exchange for this.” You placed kissed along his collarbone, bitting and sucking at his skin - feeling territorial.

“Consider me your little fuck toy, Yunho.”

[whimsical-roasting]

okay just imagine being friends with colin and jamie being like slightly jealous

okay so i’m thinking about doing like a psych major!reader who shadows Dr Sharon at the football club for experience and ends up having a thing with Jamie... like Jamie asks for her to tutor him on psych knowledge and being a better person and ofc they lowkey fall for each other but don’t know it... 

ANYWAYS AROUND THAT PLOT LINE... the reader and Colin end up as bffs (lowkey spoilers for Colin’s info in s3?).. also my bestie is @sokkigarden and i love and appreciate her support

okay, so reader is shadowing Dr Sharon and Colin is so nice that he consents to her sitting in on the session since Dani was a bit too traumatised to have any silent observers 

she doesn’t speak and tries not to make too much eye contact but when they do lock eyes, she gives him a soft smile, and he returns it

after the session, now only 3 people know Colin’s gay... him, her, and Dr Sharon. when she catches his eye at the end of the session, she does a little lock and key motion to her lips as if to say ‘my lips are sealed, promise’ with a soft smile, and he smiles and nods

the reader is usually extroverted and chatty but remains professional - not really interacting with the boys unless necessary (obvi Ted won’t have any of it, but that’s a diff point) so Colin isn’t too fussed about her...plus, she seems genuinely nice

in the next couple of weeks, the reader bumps into Colin in the hallway and goes, “oh!! Colin, I was out on the weekend and saw this and thought of you, so um, here :))” and nervously passes him a small pocketbook of affirmations since Dr Sharon instructed him to reaffirm “I am a strong and capable man”

he grins and thanks her, and then BOOM, they’re now good friends. he offers to drop her home when her Uber cancels, and they blast Taylor Swift and rap to Drake 

now fast forward a while when Jamie asks the reader to tutor him in psych/therapy, and it is a funny exchange:

Jamie: you’re uh, good at this psych shit huh?

Reader: uhh, you mean the 4+ years I’ve dedicated to this degree? Yea, I kinda hope I’m good at this psych shit

Jamie: can you help me do better at therapy?

Reader: um,, therapy is more of a personal thing.. you kinda do better yourself

Jamie: oh, then what do you do :/

Reader: -_-

Jamie:  no no, I didn't mean it like that, fuck sorry

Reader: I can tell you about tools and theories that can HELP YOU help yourself 

Jamie: yea yea.. that. let's do that, I want that

Reader: this isn't a drive thru, Tartt, you can't just ask like it's a dollar menu

anyways,, she agrees bc experience yea totally it’s the resume experience and not cause he has a cute thinking face and emotional intelligence is hot or anything like that

so they’re like a month in with this whole ‘tutoring’ thing and she’s at his place and he notices a childish bracelet on her wrist.. he seems to notice a lot about her but he tells himself it’s cause he’s getting more self-awareness (lmao dumbass, SELF-awareness has nothing to do with HER hair, eyes, and new accessories but sure)

okay the next day in the locker room, he sees Colin w the same bracelet??? so he asks and Colin’s all like, “it’s a friendship bracelet, boyo!” and Jamie just kinda nods not replying before they head out onto the pitch

next time he and the reader are tutoring he asks why she and Colin are wearing the same bracelet thingy...she tells him it’s a friendship thingy and she made it for the both of them.... Jamie just kinda stares and goes ‘where’s mine.’ 

she blinks at him and tilts her head, “are we friends?” and his mouth falls open “we’re fuckin not???” he questions, slightly offended. and she’s all like “no no, ofc we are... but maybe just not friendship bracelet level friends” 

Jamie fights back a pout, but there’s a crease in the middle of his brows and she wants to lean forward to flatten it with her thumb but fights the urge

there’s silence for a moment...

“when you upgradin meh?”

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

Hello! Recently I have become a stray kids fan and have fallen into a rabbit hole of fanfiction. Various pairings bc I don't care what the pair is just that it's stray kids related lmao. Added a line break bc there's a lot. Also feel free to rec me skz fics please bc I'm always reading

the book of us; electricity: (Seungjin | 10/10 | 84,966 | teen and up)

HJ @hyunfortunately 5h ;-; i was at the store and this song was playing over the speakers and i tried to remember some lyrics so i could search it up later but i can’t find it this is TRAGIC HJ @hyunfortunately 5h it was in korean and it’s kind of got rock-pop-balladish vibes and the first line of it was “neoneun neo neoneun na” if anyone knows it PLEASE tell me Seungmin doesn’t like to interact with other people on Twitter, but the questions seems almost aimed to him. He hits reply and types, “Try Hi Hello by Day6.” [Seungmin falls for Hyunjin from 2000 miles away. He expected that it would be inconvenient. He didn't expect quite how much Hyunjin would change his life.]

Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. It reads like a love letter to high school in the best way possible.

so this is what love is by dwaekinz: (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43,743 | teen and up)

seungmong_22 Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago. I know it's unexpected But I kind of need your help hyuntothejin Me??? After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.

So cute and fluffy no notes

Endgame by Raesan (Minsung | 9/9 | 150,840 | Explicit)

Jisung didn’t mean to procrastinate, but he didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. He sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability. Too bad he didn’t know shit about chess. Or what happens when Jisung, captain of the college soccer team, meets Minho, the number 2 ranked chess player in the country.

This fic is genuinely SO GOOD lol I think about it every day

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (BinChan | 1/1 | 14,951 | Explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Funny and cute, I love idiots in love and that's what this is

Also mrehk is a fantastic writer so if you like this fic there's way more where that came from

i will protect you (gothic font) by mrehk (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,661 | Explicit)

Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.” “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward. “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period. Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse. (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

Another funny one by mrehk my beloved

one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)

Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.” Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence. Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual. Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant? “Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life. *** Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.

I love time loop/time travel fics if anyone wants a list of specifically those lmk lmao

(never) have your fill of me by lolainslackss (Minsung | 3/3 | 36,028 | Explicit)

“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving. “He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.” “Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.” “Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.” “Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?” - In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.

I also have a lot of demon fic recs so lmk

36 Questions That May Lead to Love by bluecalicocat (Minsung | 1/1 | 17,282 | Teen and Up)

generic username @realhanjisung yo my friend wants to be a therapist, can someone pls fake date me so he can practice counseling couples? i have 3 cats @leeknow deal

This fic is so funny

Searching for My Heart in Yours by lk321 (minsung | 5/5 | 36,995 | General)

When Jisung moves to Miroh, a town in the middle of nowhere, all he’s looking for is some peace and quiet. Instead, what he finds is a prickly witch for a neighbor by the name of Minho, who accidentally spills a potion on Jisung and forms a psychic bond between them, opening Jisung to whole new world of magic. As Minho tries to find a cure for their predicament, Jisung finds himself pulled into Minho's lively and magical life. It's not the peace and quiet Jisung was looking for, but as Jisung gets to know the witch through the emotions they're forced to share, Jisung realizes that the answers he’s searching for in life might just lie here in Miroh, in places he least expects.

Feels like a warm hug

the long game by floraii (HyunSung | 1/1 | 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

This fic was so funny I was actually laughing out loud

I have plenty more where that came from! So there will be more recs soon

[teecupangel]

YOU

HI

okay, my brain just exploded with the idea of:

The Ancestor Assassins, the fellas right? Pick or choose, one or all of them, okay??

Now reincarnate them in the modern day, in DESMOND’s era

Have THEM go on an adventure as an outdated assassin in modern times, have THEM meet Desmond while they’re still young, have THEM hide the truth until Desmond has already been kidnapped and put through the animus

Maybe they don’t even meet Desmond until he’s a bartender and then hear about Desmond’s kidnapping and be on his team!!!

Or maybe they’ve known Desmond since the Farm and looked after baby Desmond while judging the whole system, not fully knowing his importance until later

Hell, they could reincarnate after the Solar Flare, but Desmond survived and retired to become a full-time bartender!! Now his bar is a modern assassin’s bureau!!!

(I love this idea and I do not see much of it, just saying)

(Ps. You could add romance, because I know you and your Altair x Desmond fics 👀👄👀, or just keep it platonic, whatever you want)

(More of a Deslex shipper myself, but I love those works anyway lmao)

I’m just going to self-promote my Project Eurydice series which does have the setup of Assassins in the past being reborn in the modern day. It has childhood friends to lovers AltDes, Altaïr screwing up the Desmond Saga’s modern-day setting and Ezio off doing his own thing and messing up the AC movie’s plot. Ratonhnhaké:ton’s version of events as AltDes’ adopted baby is also… sorta planned? I mean, there’s a vague plot and we’ll see if I have time to write it XD

Okay, since I already have a plot for an idea where they are reborn and ‘met’ Desmond when they were young (technically). How about we go for your “they’re reincarnated after the Solar Flare” idea and spice things up.

They were reborn after the Solar Flare and, to make things weird, they were all born on December 21, 2012, at exactly 00:07. The exact date and time that Desmond ‘died’.

So, in this setup, they would know something weird is going on. Maybe Abstergo would even realize it and start looking for people born at that exact date and time.

And, of course, to make this a bit more less obvious, they were born in the same country they were born before so their birth certificate would be a big red herring because they’re all born at the same time but they would only know that if they convert their birthdates and time to EST.

So, that sets us up for their ‘rebirth’.

The next stage would be the world they would be born in.

And this is where things get tricky because…

Well…

If they will all be reborn in 2012, that would mean they would still be ‘children’ by the time AC Valhalla hits.

But this does give us some leeway though.

So, as far as the world knows, Desmond died.

Abstergo even autopsied his body and they used it to make those games.

So…

Uh…

You guys wanna be reminded of something strange?

The pandemic hit the world last 2020 and Layla died in 2020.

This means that AC Valhalla’s modern day setting and Layla meeting the Reader and the two of them deciding to find other calculations all happened in 2020 (August, to be more accurate).

So…

In this setting, the pandemic is in full swing and these children (who are trying to learn the world they have been reborn in) get the same(ish) idea:

Ask their parent(s) to hire an online tutor so they won’t fall behind and they decide on history because, fuck it, that’s the most important subject as far as they know.

Enter a very inconspicuous online tutoring ad that their parent(s) tried out.

And that…

… is how they meet Desmond Hassan, full-time bartender who has a supposed degree in history and is doing this sidegig to keep up with the expenses during lockdown.

Unorganized Notes:

Okay, so I usually make Altaïr an orphan with Al Mualim being his foster grandfather but, for this one, let’s give Altaïr some happiness (and the additional ‘this is what could have been’ angst) and Umar and Maud raise him. (… maybe make Malik and Kadar his childhood friends this time around?)

Ezio is still part of a big family and he’s much more affectionate with them this time around.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is being raised by Kaniehtí:io with Haytham still having ties with the Templars but he doesn’t realize it because, to him, Haytham is just a COO of Abstergo.

I know we’re focusing on the ancestors and Edward technically counts but I want Edward to be a doting grandfather to Ratonhnhaké:ton who videocalls every week to ask how his favorite (“I’m your only grandchild, pappy.” “And that is why you’re my favorite.”) grandchild. He and Haytham have a strained relationship and I kinda like the idea that Edward isn’t an Assassin in this one but he’s sorta allied with them? It’s all hush-hush though but he’s the reason why Altaïr II can go wherever the hell they want. (Edward being the owner of a big shipping company would be fun).

Desmond takes the name Desmond Hassan because he’s not that creative and the mystery is: “Is he really Desmond?” “Is he Desmond and Layla fused?” “Or is he the Reader trying to mimic both Desmond Miles and Layla Hassan?”

Gonna be honest, I don’t really mind large age gaps in pairings and this includes the whole ‘they’re older than they are’ setup so I’m game for AltDes if you’d like. Their relationship can also totally be platonic (I can write platonic AltDes too! (waves hands at The The Second) and …………… technically the fics where Altaïr is just a Bleed like Falconry and The Helios Job? (total silence))

Anyway, if you want this to be Deslex (I’m going to assume that means ProtoCreed Alex x Desmond), the pandemic of AC lore can be a mutated version of Blacklight virus. Not as dangerous and less ‘icky’ than the original Blacklight virus but harder to spot and contain. The idea could be that the whole plot of Prototype happened in the background but it was contained and is ground zero of the pandemic with the public only knowing it as ‘ground zero’ then the mutated, still dangerous but at least you won’t turn into an icky monster, version spreads and that’s when the lockdowns happen.

Those with high Isu genes (like our reborn ancestors) are immune to it and that’s who Alex is looking for since… well… they may have a clue to how to stop the spread.

Alex ends up meeting Desmond because of his high Isu genes and…

Ends up using his apartment as a base of operation while he’s searching for answers and trying to fuck up Gentek-Abstergo’s plans to weaponize this version of the virus and also steal their data for a cure because they’re planning to use it as leverage to those in power and a way for the masses to think of them as ‘saviors’.

Of course, as with all my other ProtoCreed ideas, Blacklight virus is a genetically altered ‘virus’ that had been based on a failed Isu project led by Tinia.

If this is DesLex, the ancestors would be protective of Desmond and would think Alex is not good enough but Desmond seems happy so… okay. But they’ll be watching. If Alex fucks up, he’d have three Master Assassins hellbent on taking him down.

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

Gonna start being a brave girl and logging what happened during my day (when I feel like it) as text posts rather than tags so here goes 😭.

Work

Work wasn’t too bad today. Only did a half day so it wasn’t nearly as tiring as the 12 hour shifts. Was assigned a 1.1 today which means I was in a patient’s room with them all day monitoring their pulse, tidal vols and oxygen levels and making two sets of notes. The more detailed set was taken every 30 mins and the less detailed set every hour. They are fairly easy to take care of. Unfortunately they’re mostly bed bound but they like music so I put on lots of songs for them throughout the day to keep them entertained. They usually wave their hands in the air and shake their head when they hear a song they enjoy which I find quite sweet. Also I make sure to keep their hair brushed and skin moisturised throughout the day.

Whenever I’m assigned to that patient my work crush tends to pass by their room a lot and then we’ll make awkward eye contact with the odd smile lmao. Sometimes light convo if he’s feeling brave that day 😭.

Uni

Still haven’t got a reply from my personal tutor regarding the exams I messed up. I’m hoping they don’t fuck up my ability to pass the course overall. Dad has said that I shouldn’t worry and that if I have to repeat the year he’ll pay my tuition but I don’t want to have to repeat the year. I just feel so shit because it was poor mental health that made me fuck those exams up. I was in a really bad place, doubting my capability and didn’t bother submitting an MCF because I thought my mental health wouldn’t be taken seriously as the people in charge of it seem reluctant to give out extensions, allow you to defer etc but we’ll see how it goes.

Kinda scared for this essay coming up but I’ve been working hard to make sure I do detailed analyses of the papers supporting my arguments so I’m hoping it goes well.

Mood

Feeling so weird rn. My mood is shifting from anxious and depressed to emptiness. I can be hard on myself sometimes but it’s because I’m constantly thinking about where I’m from (3rd world country where most are unable to continue their education past college due to finance issues) and where I want to be (neuropsychologist or something similar). Most people in that field don’t even look like me and the odds never feel like they’re in my favour so it stresses me out but I don’t want to give up.

I’ve also deleted hinge and bumble lmao. I always say it will be the last time but I think this time it actually is. I think if I meet someone it’s gonna have to be organically. Not gonna put any pressure on it. It will happen when it happens.

[death2normalcy]

I’m literally losing my mind, which is not good, as I am still expecting to move to Korea in like..just a few weeks.

So, I’m just gonna rant/list/talk about all the stressors in my life right now, some of which are my own doing, just to get these off my chest.

As always, feel free to just ignore this post. Interact if you want, but it’s okay if you just pass it by, lmao.

Work - I hate my job, I hate it so much. It’s not a hard job, it’s an annoying one, and most of the annoyance is from management/customers. I am finding it a little easier to breathe there, knowing that I will be leaving in just a few weeks, but it’s still a headache. I also haven’t told anyone there that I’m leaving yet, lmao. I told 2 coworkers, actually, one who is gone now and one who is on leave for a while, so.

Finances - I have no money. Well, I have money, but almost no money, since most, if not all, of it has to to go Korea and Korea related things. For instance, just found out I have to buy my plane ticket. While I was anticipating this, I was holding a little hope that they school would pay outright, but nope. And since I won’t be hearing back about my visa issuance number until the end of January, I will be scrambling to buy this ticket very last minute.

Love life - I still haven’t broken up with my boyfriend. I don’t know if anyone on here even follows me on Twitter and was witness to my stressed out tweets a couple weeks ago when I planned on breaking up with him, but held off as he had had a bad day and I was simply not going to be dealing with him in that state. But now, I’m stuck as to when or how to do it and I’m stressing about that because I need to do it A.S.A.P.

Family - My family is insane, and every single day, I genuinely consider just cutting them off entirely. I mean, I’m not saying I’m perfect, but they cause me so much stress. I am gonna have to put them all on the back burner for this, because I can’t deal with everything else and deal with them.

My health - My hair is falling out. Still. It’s been since end of October/early November. And I can’t afford a dermatologist, so I just gotta hope it is, in fact, stress related and will get better soon. Also, finally made it to the dentist, did a full intake appointment, just for them to tell me what I already knew: my teeth are fucked. There is one tooth in particular that is in bad shape and needs a root canal/crown as soon as possible, but since my insurance will only cover part of it and I’m leaving very soon, I can’t get it here. I just have to hope I can figure it out over there, since the dentist told me that there is bone loss starting to happen which is BAD. So, there’s that.

Learning Korean - It’s a struggle. I’m gonna have to find a tutor online, at some point, because I am really struggling with it, and I’m not even sure if I’m pronouncing things correctly, or if anything is even sticking.

Overall, there’s a lot here that is my own doing, and I’m a dumbass for letting some of it get to this point, but yea.

[dilf-whore]

Hello there, I hope you're having a good day/night! I have been really hooked on your writing recently ever since I read the first part of the billy hargrove x tutor reader one.

I don't really see any of these, but if you're up to it,

May I ask for a billy x step sister sister (Max's sister, and close to Max's age as well) where he treats her the same as max, but y/n gets possessed by the mind flayer instead of billy, but she survives somehow, but gets hurt during the fight, And billy feels bad for being so mean to her and tries to treat her and max better, thank you.

I am a sucker for these types of fanfiction, I eat these up lmao😂. You don't have to if you don't want to, but thank you for taking the time to read this❤ And sorry if this is confusing I don't word things right😔

promise

pairing: billy hargrove x f!stepsister!reader x max

genre: angst, fluff, violence and mentions of injuries

summary: your stepbrother helps save you from the mind flayer

A/N: let me know your thoughts! ❤️

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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Billy rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance. He should be at home now but instead, he catches his stepsister and her friends breaking in the community pool. His eyes filled with anger and his fists clenched as he approaches them, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he hears a scream from the sauna. “Who the fuck is that?” he says pushing the kids away, he notices the door is locked with chains and he sees you vigorously sweating and panting through the small glass. “What are you doing? Why is that brat in there?” he puts is hands on his hips and turns around to face Max and her friends.

“Billy look, it’s hard to explain and you won’t believe me anyways but just go home. I promise we’ll clean up after - we won’t get you in trouble” Max says pulling him away from the door. Billy gets out of her grasp, “fine. But if you break anything inside or whatever, you and Y/N are-”

“P-please let me out!, I didn't do those. I-I swear!” you cry out, cutting him off. Billy approaches the sauna and peaks through the glass window once more, Max follows and looks at you in worry. “Y/N? w-what are you talking about?” she calls out “I’ve done really really bad things. Someone, something’s making me do it, I-I can’t control it. It’s always with me I can’t get rid off it! God I-I’m so scared” you say trembling, tears streaming down your face - you’re trying to fight back as you could feel it taking over you again.

“O-okay Y/N, relax okay? I believe you, we’ll find a way” Max reassures. You nod and try to calm yourself down, but it’s too strong. Your hands drop on the floor and you start panting again. Will suddenly feels a familiar chill on the back of his neck, he puts his hand on it and his heart starts beating fast, “the mind flayer’s taking over” he warns. Max pulls Billy as they all walk back, he has no idea what he’s doing and why he’s tolerating the annoying weirdos with him - he can’t even let out a single word. The lights start flickering making them scared, Billy sees your figure - black veins starting to appear on you.

Your fist hits the glass and reach for the door - you couldn't control it anymore, it’s like it dragged you out of your mind  and trapped you on a seat as you watch yourself do horrible things to innocent people through a TV screen. You manage to break the chains and open the door, “I’m gonna fucking gut you!” you growl. You go towards Max but before you could lay your hands on her, you were already off the floor. 

Billy drags Max who’s crying away and sees one of her friends, El approaching you with her hand out and nose bleeding. It seemed like she was the one trying to stop you from attacking the redhead, her fingers then tightens and push her hand farther - pushing your body away causing the wall to break down. You quickly stand up and head out, the mind flayer ordering you to go back to Steel Works.

・°☆

In the Wheeler’s basement, Billy takes the last sip of his drink as Max finishes explaining everything. Billy rests his forehead on his palm and try to process what she just said, that probably explains why she’s acting so different lately he thought. He was doubting it at first but when Mike said that Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper knows and actually believes these things, he had no choice but to trust them - you were just flying off the ground moments ago.

“Is this why Y/N’s been showering with a bunch of ice lately?” he asks.”Yes, it-it likes it cold” Will replies.

“That’s why we tried putting her in the sauna, because the last time the mind flayer got out off me ‘cause my mom put a bunch of heaters around me - forcing it out” he adds.

Billy looks over El who’s blindfolded and seated in front of the radio. “What’s she doing?” he points at her. “Looking for Y/N” El responds.

After a few moments, El gasps and takes the blindfold off - catching her breath.

“She’s headed to the mall”

・°☆

After managing to get El, you drag her towards the mind flayer. You let go of El, dropping on your knees and scream in pain as you felt something hot piercing through your skin, you look up and see fireworks being thrown at the creature. 

“Stay here” Billy instructs Max and run towards you.

“No no no no Billy!”

He rushes to you and gently lays his hand on your shoulders and kneels in front of you. His eyes starts to get teary as he sees you cry in pain and wounds starting to form on your skin. He shakes your body and attempt to bring you back but it wasn't working. 

“Y/N I know you’re in there, p-please! It’s me, your brother, Billy!” he desperately calls out.

 Your body suddenly stopped reacting with the creature, you’re trying to come back. Billy notices the change in your behavior and cups your cheek - tears now falling, “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry for how I treated you and Max”. He sniffs and looks at your eyes, “remember when we were younger, you always asked me to teach you how to surf? I promise I’ll teach you this time, we’ll go to the beach. A-and we’ll go to wherever you and Max want” 

Max runs to the both of you. You stay silent for a while when all of the sudden, you place your hand on top of his and on Max’s thigh with the other. “Max? Billy? I-I’m here, I’m finally here!” you say. Max sighs in relief and Billy brings you both into a tight hug, his tears still wouldn't stop.

・°☆

Billy and Max helps you out of the mall and settles you down as the paramedics attend to your wounds. You look at Billy who’s hand is protectively over Max’s shoulder, “did you really mean it? what you said back there?” you ask.

“Of course I do. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise”

・°☆

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

No going back

hyunjin x minho

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of!

Content warnings: marking (a single hickey lmao), names (baby, slut, sir), anal, like...half a rim job?, butt plug, spitting (personally i think the end is fucking hot), belly bulge, dirty talk, mild degradation, slight spanking??? we love a good ass slap, frantic jinnie???, mild hair pulling, passing mention of watersports lmao

Summary: minho comes to tutor his best friend and former roommate, hyunjin, and ends up spitting in his hole

Word count: 3638

A/N: so...this one is shorter than the first? it’s still long but it’s not as long lmao anyways i have one slot left for the 2022 pride event! read the first story here! give me a follow here or on my main (and consider turning on post notifs!) and check out my ko-fi, where i take commissions! as always, hard thoughts are open, anons welcome!

Tags: @hyuckilstan​ @mork-ly​ @spiderlilyfics​ @sxnshineskzx​

Smut below the cut

“Dude, give it back!” Hyunjin laughed, making a grab for the pen Minho had taken from him. Minho was Hyunjin’s Resident Assistant and roommate during his freshman year. It had been a year since then and they were the best of friends. Minho had even helped Hyunjin find a place to stay the next year since he didn’t want to stay in the dorms. 

Hyunjin had invited Minho to his apartment for dinner after Minho offered to help him study for an upcoming exam. They had the same major but Minho was a couple years older so he’d offered his notes for each class Hyunjin took after him.

“Not yet! I told you to take a break or you’ll break your brain!” Minho shouted, laughing as he pulled back and continued to try and hide the pen.

“I’m making great headway, you can’t stop me when I’m on a roll!” Hyunjin argued back, lurching across the bed for the pen again only to lose his balance and fall into Minho’s chest. His cheeks heated up as the older steadied him and he whined when he still didn’t hand over the pen.

“Take a break, Jinnie.” Minho’s voice was soft and sweet this time and Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. Hyunjin had harbored a crush since the moment he laid eyes on Minho but he could never bring himself to speak up. What if he got rejected?

Of course, Minho could never turn him down. They were in the same boat, both of them crushing but convinced the other was anything but interested. They sat in silence, both afraid to say anything for fear they’d speak their minds, until Minho pulled a pillow over his lap. “Lay down.” He sighed, patting the pillow.

Hyunjin hesitantly laid his head down on Minho’s lap and looked up at him. “What’s this about?”

“I told you to take a break. I’m making sure you do as you’re told.”

Something about that sent electricity down Hyunjin’s spine and he pouted. “I always do as I’m told.”

“Since when?” Minho scoffed playfully and Hyunjin’s pout grew.

“Since like…forever!” The younger one whined and Minho laughed, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“Then give me orders and I’ll prove it.” Hyunjin crossed his arms as he glared at Minho, waiting to see what he’d do with this playful challenge.

“Okay then.” Minho paused and pretended to think but he’d already chosen his prize. Either Hyunjin would oblige and Minho could make a move or he’d refuse and Minho would know not to bring it up again. “Kiss me.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened as he lay frozen on his best friend’s lap, staring up at him in surprise. “W-what?”

“Kiss me.” Minho leaned over him a bit and shrugged. “Or don’t and I’ll know you lied about being obedient and-“ He was silenced by Hyunjin’s delicate pout as the younger surged upwards.

It was an awkward position, Hyunjin being upside down and all, but neither of them cared. Both of them were jumping for joy on the inside. They’d both wanted this since day one.

When Hyunjin broke the kiss and settled back down on Minho's lap, he had a soft, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. “I told you I always-”

“Sit up. Do it again.” Minho’s voice was somewhat strained and it sent Hyunjin reeling. One kiss was not enough.

It seemed Hyunjin agreed because he instantly sat up and turned around, getting on his knees so he could lean in and plant his lips against Minho's again. Ever the picture of grace, he ended up tipping them backwards and letting out a soft squeak at the impact as his body pressed against Minho’s. The older had brought his hands to Hyunjin’s sides during the fall in an attempt to steady him but those hands quickly moved to Hyunjin’s back as he pulled him in closer and nipped at his lip.

The soft bite drew out a whine and Minho felt all blood rushing south at the sound. His fingers splayed out on Hyunjin’s back, one hand resting in the gentle sway of his lower back while the other moved upwards to rest between his shoulder blades. Hyunjin was small on top of him, elbows tucked in and hands caught between their chests.

Minho’s tongue darted out and swept over the seam of Hyunjin’s lips, earning him entry and a soft sigh as his reward. He tasted so fucking good and Minho was certain he’d never want to kiss anyone else for the rest of his life.

Hyunjin lifted his hips, trying to hide how excited he was getting as he broke the kiss to take a breath. After a few beats of silence, Minho spoke. “Jinnie…” His voice was strained like before as his breath fanned out over Hyunjin’s face. “I want you. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“So take me.” Hyunjin whispered back, unable to make eye contact or move.

For a moment, the whole world was still. Everything was quiet save for the gentle whir of the ceiling fan mingling with their labored breaths. But the weight of Hyunjin’s words hit Minho like a sack of bricks and he let out a soft curse as he flipped them over, caging Hyunjin in with his arms as he hovered over him. He was slotted between Hyunjin’s legs so he took the opportunity to grind down against him and was pleased when he felt the bulge he’d been so desperately trying to conceal.

“There’s no going back if we do this.” He warned, pulling back just enough to meet Hyunjin’s eyes. This would undoubtedly ruin their friendship if they backed out or tried to act like none of this happened.

“There was no going back the moment you asked me to kiss you.” Hyunjin whispered and placed his hand on Minho’s cheek, letting his thumb caress his cheekbone. “I’m okay with changing the course of our relationship if you are.”

“You better be. Because the second I get my hands back on you, you’re mine.” Hyunjin nodded, heart thumping wildly at Minho's words as his pupils blew.

When Minho didn’t immediately move, Hyunjin grabbed his hand and brought it to his cheek, leaning into his touch and offering up a cheeky smile. “I guess I’m yours.”

The older couldn’t contain his soft laughter as he rolled his eyes, gently caressing Hyunjin’s cheek. “I guess so.” A moment later, his lips were on Hyunjin’s neck, sucking a hickey into his honey-colored skin. “And I want everyone to know…” he mumbled, taking delight in the small sounds he was drawing out of the younger with a simple kiss to the neck.

With each kiss, each lick, Hyunjin felt his shorts growing tighter until he began to ache. His hands moved to Minho’s back and he began to tug at the tight black tee, wanting less material between them. Minho let him remove it and sat up between his legs, slipping his hands under Hyunjin’s shirt in return. His fingers teased at the soft skin just above Hyunjin’s waistband, earning a whine.

Finally, he flattened his palms against Hyunjin’s belly and began to slide them upwards, exposing his body with each passing second until, finally, Hyunjin sat up to help him take the shirt off. “Pretty…” he whispered as Hyunjin fell back against the sheets, long dark hair fanning out around his head. He looked like an angel like that.

“Just pretty?” His pout made Minho’s dick twitch. Before he could get a response, he wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him down on top of him. “I think we both know I’m more than pretty.” He whispered, digging his heels into the backs of Minho's thighs and the older dipped his face into his neck again.

“So much more.” He agreed and Hyunjin let out a quiet moan when he sank his teeth into his skin.

Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around Minho's shoulders, one hand tangling in his hair to guide him where he wanted to be bitten. He pouted when Minho pulled back. “What’s off limits?”

“Water sports and sharp objects. That’s about it.” Minho nearly got whiplash from Hyunjin’s blunt words.

“I- okay.”

“What?” Hyunjin bit back a smile. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. I just expected the list to be longer.” Minho chuckled softly, leaning in so their lips were a breath apart. “I didn’t expect a sweet boy like you to be so…nasty, baby.” Hyunjin bit his lip to ground himself as his dick grew impossibly harder. Minho took immediate notice and smirked, grinding down against him. “Was it the name? Or being called nasty?”

“Both…” Hyunjin groaned before gently pushing Minho back and bringing a shaky hand between them. He wasn’t nervous in the slightest - he was confident, he knew he was walking sex. Everything about him screamed homoeroticism. No, he wasn’t nervous, he was fucking thrilled. “Let me touch…”

Minho didn’t object as Hyunjin palmed him through the front of his loose black joggers. He’d thought about this on several occasions and he was not going to pass up a chance like this. Instead of trying to swat Hyunjin’s hand away so he could take control, he grabbed his wrist and guided him to his waistband. “Touch me.” He whispered, looking between them as Hyunjin took the opportunity to slip his hand into Minho's pants.

Hyunjin’s body was going haywire as he wrapped his hand around Minho’s cock. The soft hiss that left the older’s lips was gratifying and Hyunjin began to flick his wrist, suppressing his own satisfied sound when he heard the soft ‘shit’ under Minho’s breath. Something about jerking him off in his sweats felt…dirty, but that only made Hyunjin hornier.

Minho pressed his lips back to Hyunjin’s, forcing him to swallow his groans of pleasure as his hips began to rock. His own hands began to wander and he found himself tugging Hyunjin’s distractingly-short shorts down just enough to free his cock. He drank up the muffled moan the younger emitted as he wrapped his hand around his dick, copying his motions.

Both men tugged and teased at each other’s dicks, both of them desperate for more but neither of them willing to stop pleasing the other. That is, until Hyunjin dug his thumb into the slit and Minho almost fell apart. He broke the kiss with a drawn out groan and pushed Hyunjin’s hand away. “Fuck, baby, stop…” Hyunjin froze immediately, worried he’d messed up. He tried searching Minho's face for any indication of discomfort and relaxed when he found none. “Get on your knees for me. Ass up.”

Hyunjin was certain he’d catch fire now. He wanted to make an excuse to run for the bathroom but he didn’t have a chance as Minho sat up and flipped him over. Fuck. He whimpered as he was manhandled into the position Minho wanted him in, his shorts traveling down his legs a moment later and stopping at his knees. He tensed as Minho froze. “Did you plan this?”

“No- what? I-”

“Relax, baby. I’m not mad or anything.” Minho chuckled softly and Hyunjin bit his lip.

“I got worked up before you came and I took care of it but I knew I’d be a mess again by the time you left so I left it.” He explained, shuddering as Minho’s fingers ghosted over the red jewel of the plug he’d stuffed himself with prior to Minho’s arrival.

“Is that why you couldn’t sit still? Too distracted by what’s up your ass to focus and stay put?” Minho teased and Hyunjin whined, burying his face in the blanket. “How cute, baby.” He caught the jewel between his fingers and gave a slight tug, as if to pull it out, before pressing it back flush against him and letting both hands smooth over Hyunjin’s ass.

“Aren’t you gonna take it out?” Hyunjin whined softly, wiggling his ass in Minho’s hands. He jolted forwards when he felt a slap, his skin stinging delightfully.

“Not if you keep asking.” Minho quipped as he soothed the area he’d just hit and leaned down to pepper kisses there. “I know you’re eager but you need to learn to be patient.” He didn’t plan to edge him today but he would in the future if the younger couldn’t control himself.

He gave Hyunjin’s ass a gentle squeeze before trailing his fingers down the backs of his thighs. His warm breath fanned out over Hyunjin’s skin and the younger shivered, sucking his plush bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation. Finally, he began to gently remove the plug.

Hyunjin keened at the sensation and bit his lip harder, choking on a gasp when he felt Minho's tongue teasing his entrance. His dick throbbed as Minho rimmed him, coaxing a series of small moans out of him. But the older was impatient and pulled away all too soon.

Minho moved to stand on his knees, his hands gliding along Hyunjin’s skin to rest on his hips and pull him back. His concealed hard-on pressed against Hyunjin’s bare ass and the younger whimpered, rocking back into him. Both of them could probably get off just like that but they were both hungry for more. “Lube?”

“Top drawer.” Hyunjin pointed behind them to the night stand and Minho immediately went in search of the bottle, taking his sweats and boxers off while he was away. Hyunjin’s cheeks went a soft pink when Minho opened the drawer and went quiet.

“Remind me to take my time going through all this next time.” He grinned, finally deciding on a simple Durex lube despite the array of scents and flavors available. He took note of a few more plugs along with a small collection of vibrators and dildos and decided he’d have to try all of them in the very near future.

“Oh my god shut up…” Hyunjin whined through his laughter, hiding his face in the sheets even though Minho couldn’t see anyways. He was quickly silenced, cut off by a gasp as Minho slapped his ass.

“I don’t think I will. It’s fun making you blush.” He hummed as he got back on the bed, popping the cap on the lube. He squeezed some into his palm and quickly coated his dick as he let a string of saliva drip directly on Hyunjin’s hole. “Making you scream sounds more fun though.” He added as he slapped his dick against Hyunjin’s entrance a few times before lining up.

Hyunjin didn’t dare move, waiting to see exactly what Minho would do, where he would take this. He was far from disappointed when he felt the older sheath himself inside him with no warning. Had he not been messing around earlier, he would’ve screamed because he was given no time to adjust. Instead, he let out the sluttiest sound he’d ever made and lifted his head to look over his shoulder at Minho. “You’re so fucking lucky I was already stretched.”

“I wouldn’t have done it otherwise, baby.” Minho assured him in a less-than-amused tone, somewhat annoyed that Hyunjin might’ve thought he would have it in him to actually hurt him. He raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow as he leaned over the younger, tangling a hand in his chocolate-colored tresses. “Did you doubt me?”

Hyunjin’s eyes almost rolled back in his head at Minho's tone and the way his hips pressed even closer when he leaned down. Almost. Instead, he met his gaze. “No, sir.” He felt Minho’s cock twitch inside him but kept a straight face.

Minho held eye contact as he bucked his hips once, watching Hyunjin’s expression shift from confident to desperate, his mouth dropping open. “You really wanna try that dynamic with me, baby?” Hyunjin nodded, squeaking out a tiny ‘uh huh’. “Mm I’m not buying it.” He challenged and watched Hyunjin’s expression shift once more, this time to frantic. “I don’t think ‘uh huh’ is the proper response when I ask you a question. Do you wanna try again? Tell me, are you sure you wanna do this with me?”

“Yes, sir. ‘M sure.” His voice was barely above a whisper but it was enough for Minho, who forced Hyunjin’s face back into the sheets as he lost nearly every last ounce of self control. “Please fucking rail me, sir, I-” he was cut off by his own muffled moan as Minho set a steady pace, far from gentle but not necessarily rough. Careful but bordering on frenzied. One more word would likely push him over the edge.

“Look at you, already begging and moaning. I’ve barely done anything, baby.” He mocked, slapping Hyunjin’s ass before giving a squeeze as he sat up and released Hyunjin’s head. “Is it really so good you’re already losing your mind?” He mocked, looking down at the younger spread out on display for him.

“Uh huh. So good, sir.” Hyunjin nodded, reaching back to grab Minho’s hands, which were now settled on his hips.

“Yeah? You sure it’s not just ‘cause you’re a slut who couldn’t control himself earlier? Not just ‘cause you were so desperate you couldn’t wait to get off?”

“Yes, sir, ‘m sure! ‘M fuckin positive. It’s so good, sir, you’re so good!” Hyunjin cried out, his grip on Minho's fingers growing tighter as his prostate was abused.

But Minho stopped and Hyunjin let out a cry of distress. Before he could ask why Minho had pulled out, he was being flipped onto his back. His shorts were finally tossed aside with the rest of their clothes and he bit his lip in anticipation as his legs were lifted up to rest on Minho's shoulders. “You gonna let the neighbors hear everything? Gonna let them know you belong to me now?”

“Yessir-” Hyunjin’s rushed agreement was cut short as Minho slid back in and picked up where he left off. “Oh my god- just like that, sir, please-” he begged, wrapping his hand around his dick to tug in time with Minho's thrusts. It had been so long since he’d been fucked like this and he was already starting to lose himself. His toys would never compare to the real thing. But then Minho’s pace faltered. “W-why are you slowing down? Please keep going…”

“Just…” his eyes were locked on Hyunjin’s body and for a moment Hyunjin thought maybe he was admiring the way his dick looked. “Hold on, baby.” He whispered and continued to slowly roll his hips, eyes fixated on the bump that appeared in Hyunjin’s belly with each thrust. “Holy fucking shit…” he groaned, pressing down on it and earning a pathetic moan from the other. “You’re fucking stunning, baby, what the fuck.”

“S-sir…” Hyunjin whimpered, eyes meeting Minho’s once he finally got his attention and silently begging him to keep going like before. It seemed he got his message across because in the next instant, Minho was slamming into him with renewed vigor. His gaze had shifted back to Hyunjin’s belly bulge and it seemed to be his breaking point.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m close, where do you want it?” He groaned, barely getting the words out before Hyunjin responded.

“Inside! Please, god, cum inside…” he begged and with that, Minho let go. He didn’t stop slamming into him until he was milked dry and when he pulled out, he quickly replaced the plug Hyunjin had been wearing earlier and let his legs fall back to the bed.

“Can’t waste it, now can we?” Hyunjin shook his head frantically and watched as Minho settled on his belly between his legs. “You’re so pretty, Jinnie…” he cooed as he toyed with the red jewel before wrapping his hand around Hyunjin’s dick. “Don’t bother asking. Just cum.” He hummed before wrapping his lips around the tip.

Hyunjin gasped out a pretty moan, hips jerking when Minho tugged at the plug. He would’ve lasted a little longer if Minho hadn’t touched the plug. Instead, when he pressed it back in comfortably, it brushed against his prostate and he came with a pathetic moan, blowing his load in Minho’s mouth.

The older was undeterred and continued to slurp at Hyunjin’s dick until he was finished, not swallowing a single drop. Instead of swallowing, he got on his hands and knees and crawled over Hyunjin, bringing one hand to his jaw to keep his mouth open. Then, in a scene that could only be described as pornographic, he spit the cum into Hyunjin’s mouth.

Hyunjin eagerly drank it up, swallowing every last drop before pulling Minho down so they were chest to chest. He immediately captured his lips in a demanding kiss, licking into the older’s mouth in search of more cum. His hands were everywhere until Minho pinned them by his head and slowly pulled back despite his soft protests. Minho’s eyes locked on Hyunjin’s lips since he was too close to look anywhere else and he began to massage circles into Hyunjin’s wrists with his thumbs.

“Calm down, Jinnie.” He whispered and pecked the younger on the lips, effectively silencing his whining. “I’m not going anywhere. Relax.” He cooed, beginning to press kisses all over Hyunjin’s face. “I finally have you to myself. I’m not leaving so soon.” He assured him, gently releasing his hands and flipping them over so Hyunjin was laying on his chest. “Rest, Jinnie. You’ve got class in the morning.”

“I’m skipping.” He answered immediately as he settled in, pressing a soft kiss to Minho's chest. He closed his eyes and let his fingers trace lines and shapes on Minho’s torso, ghosting over the scar there a few times as he nodded off. He wasn’t sure what they were but they definitely weren’t just friends anymore.

[theanonwriter]

from the dining room table: part one

an: hi all!! this is a new series im making! i know its new and your taking a chance on me but promise you wont be disappointed. i know tjis part is a little slow but it’ll speed up soon. also, be warned that more darker themes will be in this story, along with eventual smut. 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: slight angst, foreshadowing to darker topics, kissing lmao, some fluff

pairing: fez x reader, maddy x reader (platonic), cassie x reader (platonic)

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fez, nine-thirty-eight pm: 

yo

been hearing sum shit that’s makin’ my heart hurt

ash tried callin’ you too but you not picking up

lmk if i can help you at all 

i feel helpless rn with all this shit goin’ on

It had been four nights since Fez had opened the door that night. You’re still not sure why he did it, as you hadn’t talked in a year and a half. Thinking about the way you acted, the things you said, makes you want to smash your head against a wall. How could you be so stupid? 

If this all played out a year ago, you wouldn’t have been embarrassed in the slightest. You and Fez had been friends since first grade, when he helped you convert between ounces and pounds. But things changed. 

Thank God for Maddy and Cassie. Without them, you’re sure you would have been sent to some wilderness farm in Kansas. The girls had taken you in when you were at your lowest junior year, and the rest was history. Cassie had played soccer with you until sixth grade when she was cut from the school team, claiming she wasn't upset because now she could spend the new time skating. Thinking about the way you met makes you laugh now, because the thought of Cassie getting sweaty for any reason seems completely crazy. Lexi, Cassie's little sister, had been your study buddy and partner in scholastic crime for as long as you could remember. You never really had been the closest of friends, but you had a strict schedule of tutoring at six and book-talk and seven-thirty at the Howard house every Thursday. You’re glad you found them when you did.

“Bitch, since when did you live here?” Maddy asked, eyebrows raised as she shook her head in disbelief. The first time someone came over to your house was always the most anxiety-provoking, as you could tell automatically who was interested in your money and who was interested in you. “I don’t know? Always?” You asked back, nervousness lacing your tone. Maddy's head turned around fast, reading your face as you reddened under her gaze.

“Cool. Do you have like, juice or something? I’m so fucking thirsty and water would just not hit right now.” Her tone was cool, and it automatically soothed you. You knew she wouldn't care, but still, the whole situation frightened you. She marched over to the fridge and swiftly opened it, searching for juice. “Found it! And it’s the good stuff, no pulp. I fucking hate pulp.” Your dad had a job as a lawyer at a private practice, and your mom had been organizing closets ever since he hit it big. They have always been such good parents to you, showing you the way to treat people you love and people you hate more. 

“You want a cup?” You questioned, your eyes narrowing as a smile spread over your face. “Bitch, I want three.”

And that's how you ended up here. Maddy was taking a quick shower and getting ready in your bathroom after babysitting Theo for a couple of hours. Charlie, a boy in your grade, was hosting a party that night and Maddy was adamant on dragging you there. 

“And then Theo was all like, ‘Don’t leave Mads! Will you be back tomorrow?’ And I was all like ‘You couldn’t keep me away if you wanted to.’ I actually believe this boy is the most precious baby ever.”

She told a different variation of the same story every Friday night. You loved her though, so would never say anything. The way she spoke about Theo made you so happy, and seeing the joy on both of their faces when you came over to swim with them was the highlight of your days. Theo had been your neighbor since his family moved in a few months ago, and your sunny memories with him were laced with happy giggles and the smell of coconut sunscreen.

“That's great! Are you ready yet?” You yelled back, finishing your makeup and you looked yourself over in the mirror. It wasn’t your best work, but you still looked good as fuck.  Exactly as you should. Purr. 

“Almost! Can you get me some edge gel? Also, do we have mixers left?” Maddy asked, popping her head out of your bathroom door. 

“Yes to the gel, no to mixers. Why?” 

“Fuck, Cass said the parties out. Fucking idiot, all he’s been talking about for weeks yet can’t plan a fucking party.” Maddy groaned, rolling her eyes and getting back to her makeup. 

In fear of making her take longer, you sprayed extra perfume on your neck, between your collarbone and neck making sure that when you walked by people knew it was you. Maddy storms out of your bathroom wearing a little pink dress and black heels. She picks up her keys and grabs her purse before turning around to look you in the eyes. “Get in the car bitch, we’re leaving.”

The ride to the party was loud and chaotic, making you genuinely smile for the first time in almost a week. Maddy had already nearly crashed into two cars, screaming at drivers and slapping the horn every time someone got a little too close. You made the mental note to never let her drive again. 

As you drove some more, Maddy took a turn down a street that automatically filled you with dread. “Charlie's house isn’t down this road.” You expressed, fiddling with your seatbelt as she drove in the parking lot. 

“Duh. I’m not stupid. I’m getting mixers. Remember?” She turned off the music but left the car on. As she turned to face you, she sighed and shut her eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. But this is the only place open for twenty miles. You coming or not?” 

You reluctantly stepped out of the car, your feet narrowly missing each other as you stumbled to the front door of the gas station. You didn’t even drink that much before you got in the car, but being here heightened your senses and made you feel so out of your depth. 

The bell jingles as you walk in, alerting the child at the front desk of your presence. 

“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Ash asked, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Buying...stuff. Why?” You replied, following on Maddy’s heels as she led you through the store, holding one of your hands in her own. 

“Why? ‘Cause we own this place. Where have you been? He’s been worried sick.” He snapped back, attempting to get your attention as Maddy placed your shit on the counter. 

“She's been with me. Can you hurry, please? We’re in a rush to get to a party.” Maddy reciprocates, annoyance in her tone as he rings up your stuff slowly. 

You watch Ash’s face turn from puzzlement to smugness. Why does he look like that all of a sudden? Did your awkwardness entertain him?

“Well, have fun. You might wanna limit the drinkin’ Y/N. You're already looking a little deer-legged.” He chirped, putting the bag on the counter and shoving the receipt into the paper bag. 

“Have a great day! Cunt.” Maddy whispers under her breath. “Ready to go?”

-

You couldn’t lie, you were drunk as fuck. You had lost Maddy a while ago to dance with Cass, and your feet at this point were practically all blisters. You finally found tranquility in Cassie's arms, grinding on her as the music bumped in the speakers. 

“I need to pee! I’ll be right back.” You slurred, kissing her on the cheek before running off in search of a bathroom. You felt so lightheaded, but your need to pee pushed you forward. Stumbling through the kitchen, you were met by a set of piercing blue eyes that you could never forget. Typical. 

That’s what Ash was laughing about.

Automatically, he’s by your side. “Yo, you okay kid?” He asked, placing his drink down on the table to get to your side faster. “I’m fine.” You replied, pushing past people to get away faster. Being that close to him made you shy, still not ready to process the feelings that resurfaced because of that night.

“Hol’ up! I’m tryna talk to you.” He chases you into the hallway, matching your steps as he jogs next to you.

“Where we goin’?” He questions, looking side to side as he nods to people as they pass. “Somewhere quieter. Can’t do this here.” You answer, shaking the anxious feeling growing in your stomach as the situation dawns on you. He promised he wouldn't say anything. 

As you enter a small room with just a desk and some bookshelves, you take a deep breath and plop in the desk chair. This must be Charlie's dad's office. 

“Holy fuck, you can’t take a hint, can you?” You pester, narrowing your eyes and you look anywhere but Fez. “I obviously don’t want to talk.” 

“I don’ really care.” He sits in the chair adjacent to you. You both sit in silence as you refuse to speak. You can hear him let out a breath, and the sound from the party downstairs leaks through the floorboards. Surprisingly, you don’t feel uncomfortable. You always feel safe around him. 

“You see the karaoke machine?” He prods, nodding down the hall. You cock your head to the side, shaking your head as you go back to staring at the wall.

“That’s ‘ight. I’m not finna leave you.” 

“Is that right?” You question, setting him up. 

“Yeah?” He answers, brows furrowing as you laugh drily. 

“You already did. Last year.” You gain the nerve to look him in the eyes. 

He sighs. “That was different. Look, I'm not fightin' witchu. I just don’ wanna leave you alone right now.”

“God, I’m fine!” You complain. The babying from all your friends had to stop. It was driving you crazy. “I’ll talk about anything other than what you want to talk about.” You bite out.

“Uh..did you hear about that new girl?” He asks, pulling a blunt out of his shirt pocket and lighting it. He takes a few hits before offering it to you. Extending an olive branch. You take it.

He always has the good shit. You cough as you inhale deeply, feeling the world's problems get smaller as you relax back in your seat. As you go to take another hit, he snatches the blunt out of your hand. 

“What the fuck? I wasn’t done.” You whine, giving him puppy dogs eyes and making grabby hands.

“Nah. You said you fine. You gettin’ treated like you fine.” He laughs, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth as his smile grows. "This, this is mine."

You slump your shoulders and roll your eyes. “Your brother was a dick to me today.”

“I heard. He said you wern’ too fond of him either. Yo friend? Maddy? Called him a cunt.” He looks you in the eyes. “You know he like twelve, right?”

“He was acting like a cunt.” 

“Watch yo mouth. That’s family.” He replies. “I saw you doin’ real good in soccer this year.” 

“Meh. Could be worse.” The weed has started to mix in your system as you and Fez are suddenly interrupted by a couple stumbling in and shutting the door behind them. You can hear them gasping and laughing, but they don't seem to care about you two. 

“Yo. Occupied.” Fez says, shaking his head. You go to look at the faces-

“Maddy? Nate?” 

They both step apart quickly as Nate wipes his mouth clean. Maddy looks at you sheepishly, smiling boldly and she grabs onto his bicep. When she looks at the boy in front of you, she loses her smile quickly.

“Is that Fezco? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh hell no. We’re leaving right now.” You answer, getting more and more aggravated as the conversation starts to turn on you. You stand quickly, grabbing her wrist and you storm down the hall. 

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t want to leave yet! Me and Nate are-”

“You and Nate are toxic.” Maddy looks at you again, venom starting to show through her face. You’re both intoxicated, and this can't end well. You know what you have to do, but your morals stop you for a minute. 

Screw this.

“Look Maddy, you wanted to be here. Not me. I can’t do this anymore. I'm so sick of being out. I wanna go home. Please?” You will your eyes to fill with tears, and with the strength of God they do. Her eyes widen and then her face morphs from irritation to pity. 

“I’m sorry baby.” She wraps you up into a hug. Her nails scratch your back lightly, and you swear you could fall asleep in her arms. “Let's go home.” 

You search the room one last time in search of Fez, but you can’t find him. You spend the rest of the night punching yourself for not saying goodbye. 

-

As you wash your makeup off, your phone rings. The screen lights up and fills your bathroom. As you look at the phone and see his name, you swear your heart stops. Maybe he’s thinking about it too?

fez, two-thirteen am:

do they always follow whatchu say?

you, two-thirteen am:

no, barely ever. I’m having a bad week tho, remember?

fez, two-fourteen am:

i believe you. well, goodnight

it was real nice talking to you btw

we should do it again soon 

when you sober or not crying 

You leave it on read. 

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thats all for now! see you soon! :)

[itsdanii]

i loved the rejecting and regretting series!! could you do one with akaashi and osamu? thanks again!!

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting. I'm happy that you're loving my works, it makes my heart soft 😭♥️ Here's your request! I hope you have a good day and stay hydrated. Mwah!

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 5

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: rude behavior (resolved), cursing

a/n: Do read the warnings before you proceed. Warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. akaashi keiji, osamu miya

Title says it all

Akaashi Keiji

With your grades in literature almost at the brink of destruction, you had to swallow your pride and ask one of your classmates to tutor you

While you're the best in most subject areas, you sucked when it comes to literature

You didn't see the point of studying articles, analyzing literary pieces and using poetic words

But for the sake of graduating, you had to take the subject

But it seemed like the subject hated you just as much as you hated it

And so, one afternoon, you slammed a limited edition book you knew Akaashi, your classmate and your crush, liked on his desk and stared at him with pleading eyes as you begged him to tutor you

At first, he rejected the offer, opting to pat your head before leaving the classroom

But you were persistent

It wasn't long then when he started taking pity on you

All your papers had red marks in them and everytime there was a test, you would stare blankly at your paper and jot down nonsense ideas

At the sight of you in the  brink of tears, Akaashi sighed and decided to help, given that you have to focus and not do random stuff during your sessions

And that's how you found yourself in this current situation - hand holding the pen tightly, your eyes focused on the man in front of you instead of the story analysis he's explaining, and your heart beating as if you just finished a 5km run

"Are you even listening?"

You blinked your eyes at him and smiled sheepishly before scratching the back of your head. You knew that a small blush was probably visible on your cheeks now but of course, you had to play it cool.

"Of course," you said with a confident nod. "You were uh, talking about young love."

Akaashi rose an eyebrow at your answer as if challenging you to elaborate.

"The main character was in love with the guy... and the guy doesn't like her? And she-" you paused for a moment and grabbed the book you were reading, eyes scanning between the lines before continuing your probably wrong answer. "She died?"

With a sigh, Akaashi stood up and sat beside you, your elbows pressing against each other as he leaned down to write something on your book.

"Okay, first and foremost, she didn't die. She left. This part here-"

As he continued explaining, you felt yourself getting lost once again. Your eyes scanned over his features, taking notice of how long his lashes were and how flawless his skin was that you were almost tempted to caress it. His scent surrounded you for being too close which tempted you to shut your eyes.

"I like you," you blurted out unconsciously.

The both of you froze as soon as the words escaped your lips, eyes widening and lips parting as you stared at each other with shocked expressions.

Fuck.

Aaashi, who was the first to compose himself, cleared his throat before sitting upright. "Y/n-san, I'm really flattered by your infatuation but you do know that I'm only here to tutor you, right? We agreed to focus. We're supposed to be studying, not flirting with each other."

"I know but..."

"I can't accept your confession, I'm sorry," Akaashi said before sighing. "How about we end this session already? I don't want your mind wandering while I talk here knowing that you're out of focus."

You immediately shook your head no. "It's okay, Keiji. You don't have to like me back, you know? Just let me like you. You can just pretend that nothing happened. I promise I won't do anything that'll make you feel uncomfortable."

Despite your facade, Akaashi knew that you were forcing yourself to act unbothered. It wasn't really hard to figure you out. Like a book, he could read you within seconds and know exactly what you were thinking and how you were feeling, and at this moment, he knew that you were just pretending.

For the sake of not making you feel uncomfortable and guilty, Akaashi nodded before continuing his explanation regarding the story.

Surprisingly, you stayed true to your words. You didn't say anything out of the line nor forced your confession to him. Akaashi admired you for that since most of the girls whom asked him for help from the past were only after his looks and the sake of getting in his pants.

As your session came to an end, you stretched your arms out. You released a breath of relief before smiling at him. "Thank you so much for teaching me, and I'm sorry for taking so much of your time."

You started keeping your things and piling up the books you're going to borrow from the library. Standing up, you gave him a small bow before grabbing your bag. "I'll see you around then?"

Akaashi just nodded and watched as you made your way out of the library, not knowing how hard you were gripping the books you had in your hand.

That night, you cried your eyes out. Sure, at your age, it may seem childish to cry over someone, but this was Akaashi we're talking about.

The Akaashi Keiji.

The one whom you've liked ever since your first year in college. The one you've liked the moment you saw him sleeping inside a nearly empty library, several cups of coffee and littered paper surrounding his table as if he had been studying the whole night. The one who never noticed you but you never failed to notice.

Your Akaashi, or at least in your dreams, he was yours.

You stared at the now empty tub of icecream on your lap and sniffled. Grabbing another roll of tissue, you began to wipe your tears and your runny nose before playing another cliche romance movie to soothe your broken heart.

-

Your study sessions with Akaashi continued for a couple more weeks but unlike your previous meetings, you weren't as enthusiastic.

You were focused and attentive, but it just wasn't the same. Akaashi noticed how you would try to put a bit of distance between the two of you, how you would avoid looking at him in the eye, and how you avoided touching him.

But what he noticed the most, were your swollen eyes the day after you confessed to him. He knew that there was only a 50% chance that it was because of how you were rejected by him, and yet he felt an immense feeling of regret. The moment he saw you, he realized that he never wanted to see you like that again.

But he didn't know how to approach you. No, you didn't ignore him like the other girls do. You also didn't say any nasty remarks nor talk shit about him.

What you did was pretend as if everything was okay, as if nothing happened. It felt normal... too normal.

And it terrified him.

One time during your break, you slipped a test paper in front of him, a big A+ written on the sheet of paper making Akaashi lift his eyes from the paper towards you.

"You did good," Akashi said with a proud smile.

"Mhm, I guess I did," you said before taking the paper from him. "I wouldn't have gotten this score if it weren't for you though. Thank you."

He shook his head no before leaning back on his chair. "That was all on you. All I did was guide you."

"This might be our last study session."

"What?" Akaashi said as he stared at you with an expression you can't quite decipher.

"I mean... I don't think I need any more help. I feel like I can manage on my own already and I've no one to thank but you." You looked away from him before continuing, "I think it would benefit the two of us if we stop this already. While I'm grateful for you, I don't think that it's good for me anymore. I thought that if I acted like it didn't matter then it wouldn't, but Keiji..."

"No," Akashi said with a shake of his head.

"What do you.."

"I don't want to stop this." Gripping his hair, Akaashi, took in a deep breath before reaching for your hand.

"Y/n, I don't want to go back to how things were before. I don't want to be just your classmate. I'll miss how you would stare off into space and daydream while I'm explaining to you and I'm going to miss how you would make up answers just to prove that you were listening when in fact you weren't. I'm going to miss you, and I know that if we stop this study sessions... I may never get the opportunity to be this close to you again, and I don't like that."

Akaashi squeezed your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. "I like you. I like you so much that it scares me."

"Keiji.. look at me, please," you said softly as you tried to take your hand back.

Feeling your movements, Akaashi tightened his hold on you and shook his head no. "Y/n..."

"I'm not going to leave," you assured him and smiled when he finally let go of your hand.

Akaashi watched as you stood up from your seat and made your way to his side. He was then surprised when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" you asked which made him immediately nod.

"Of course. I really do like you." Akaashi carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, watching for any negative reaction, and pulling you closer when he didn't receive any. "You're sitting on my lap and basically hugging me. Does this mean that you still like me?"

"Of course, Keiji," you said with a smile.

"Then..." Akaashi collected your hair to one side and gently placed his hand on your nape, his eyes traveling down from your eyes to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

With a simple nod from you, Akaashi pressed his lips against yours.

a/n: yes, you made out in the library. This is Akaashi were talking about and there's no way I wont take the opportunity to make out with him in the library lmao.

Osamu Miya

You were one of the lucky fans of the Miya twins, specifically Osamu's

Why? Because you're Aran Ojiro's sister and that meant that you can freely see your crush any time of the day

The team basically treats you as their own sister

Although it gives you a lot of perks, it also had its disadvantages

Because no matter how much you try hinting your feelings towards a certain Miya, he just won't acknowledge it

In fact, you didn't get along with him

Unlike the rest of the team, Osamu would always pick on you

You actually didn't expect it to happen because you thought that Atsumu was the playful one among them

But boy did Osamu prove you wrong

There weren't any time of the day that you won't pick at each other, spouting remarks here and there until the other gives up

It never went overboard though. You both knew your limits and when to stop

Or at least that's what you thought

Because today, he chose to target the wrong topic

You were currently seated in the middle of the court with the rest of the team. All of you were in the form of a circle with an empty bottle in the middle.

It was Atsumu's idea to play a game of truth or dare before you all go home. According to him, it would be effective on "cooling" off their bodies from the intense practice. Even Kita was forced to participate, thanks to Atsumu's constant whining.

With a wide grin, Atsumu spun the bottle which made most of you take in a deep breath due to the anticipation.

Finally, the bottle stopped. The tip was pointed at you while the other side was pointed towards Atsumu.

"Y/n! How lucky of ya! Truth or dare?" he asked with a wiggle of his brows.

"Truth." You couldn't help but roll your eyes after that, knowing that what's to come will probably be something silly.

Except it wasn't.

"Then... If yer given the chance to date someone from the team, who would it be?" Atsumu asked proudly, giving Osamu a side glance before focusing on you again.

You heard your brother groaning from beside you making you giggle. Placing his arm on top of your head, Aran gave each of the members a glare.

"Hm... I'd probably date 'S-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Osamu let out a loud chuckle. All eyes snapped to his direction, watching him in confusion.

"Sorry, sorry," Osamu said after composing himself. "Did ya really have to ask that? Of course she'd pick Suna. Haven't ya notice the way she looks at him every practice?"

"Huh?" Suna muttered absentmindedly, his eyes lifting up from his phone towards Osamu.

"Don't even try denying it, y/n. Plus, even if ya try, I know Suna will basically reject ya. I mean, I can't even stand ya. If it were me, I'd reject ya on the spot. Yer annoying and too loud and that thing ya do with yer hand when yer explaining? Super annoying. Ah! And don't ferget the way yer nose scrunches when yer deep in thought," Osamu said without any pause.

Once he was done, he titled his head a bit to the side, trying to peek at your face that was now casted downwards, your hair covering most of your face. "Oh, are ya crying? Did I ruin yer confession?"

To his surprise, there were indeed tears streaming down your cheeks when you lifted your head up. Everyone grew silent, completely shocked at the sight.

"I was going to confess to you, dumbass." With that, you stood up, grabbed your bag and ran out of the gym.

Aran immediately stood up to follow you, but not before throwing a glare to Osamu.

Atsumu, who was the first to break the silence, turned towards his twin. "Okay, I know that I'm dumber among the two of us but that was a real jerk move right there, 'Samu."

Osamu could only stare at the gym doors with shock and regret written on his face.

"You're on the bench until I'm sure that you and y/n-san made up," Kita simply said before standing up. "Game's over. Let's all go home."

-

The following days, you avoided Osamu like a plague. It even reached the point that you have to eat lunch inside your classroom instead of eating with the team like you usually do.

Even Aran was pissed at Osamu. Aran knew that a playful banter was normal between you and Osamu but never had it ever reached this point.

You were basically crying all night when you arrived home and if not for Aran's patience, you wouldn't have went home in the first place. When you left the gym, your brother found you in a nearby park, your knees up to your chest and your head hidden from view.

He wasn't oblivious about your feelings towards Osamu but he never mentioned about since he wanted you to tell him or any of the members when you're comfortable enough. It was only unfortunate that the moment you felt confident enough to confess, Osamu had to pull that shit on you.

"C'mon, Aran. I need to talk to them," Osamu pleaded as he tried to get pass your brother.

Aran stood firmly infront of your apartment, his arms crossed over his chest and his figure blocking the door. "You really have the audacity to march your way to our apartment after the shit you put my sibling through? What, you got tired of sitting on the bench during matches? Can't impress your fanclub anymore? Go home, Miya."

"I'm sorry, okay? I wanted to apologize to them but they've been avoiding me. This is my last resort." Osamu said and gripped his hair in frustration.

Once he saw a peek of you trying to hide yourself behind a wall, Osamu immediately grabbed the opportunity. "Y/n, I'm sorry! Talk to me, please!  I... I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry..."

You soften at the pleading voice of Osamu and revealed yourself from behind the wall. Walking over to the door, you placed a hand on Aran's shoulder. "Give us space to talk, please?"

Your brother threw a glance at Osamu and sighed at the determined look on his face. "Alright," he muttered before turning towards you. "Call me if anything happens, alright?"

Upon hearing you hum in agreement, Aran placed a hand on your head to ruffle your hair, chuckling as he heard you whining before he went out.

You invited Osamu inside your apartment, making sure to close the door before settling yourselves on the living room.

"Water?" you asked out of courtesy but Osamu only shook his head no. "Talk then."

Osamu felt an unsettling feeling inside him at your dismissive tone. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"I was used to havin' banters with ya that I didn't realize that I was already sayin' too much. I didn't mean to hurt yer feelings, y/n. I know that it may sound ridiculous considerin' how harsh I was to ya but I really didn't mean those words."

You listened attentively to him as he continued to apologize, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks as you remembered everything that happened. "I really like you, 'Samu. I don't even know how or why but I just do and I guess I was hurt, not only because you rejected me but also humiliated me. I don't deserve that," you said and brought your knees up to your chest, clutching the throw blanket as you sobbed.

Osamu was beside you in an instant, his arms enclosing you as he pulled you to his lap. "I know...I know. I'm sorry," he whispered as he rubbed your back soothingly. "I guess I got blinded by jealousy. I thought that ya were going to say Suna's name so I assumed that ya like him."

Wiping your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie you're wearing, you looked up at him with a frown. "Jealousy? I thought you hated me. Why would you even feel jealous?"

"Do I really have to spell it out fer ya?" Seeing you nod, Osamu sighed and pressed your face to his chest in order to hide his flustered cheeks. "I like ya, okay? I always pick on ya because I wanted yer attention. I didn't actually expect ya to fight back but ya did. That's why I was intrigued by ya, and if ya still like m-"

"Yes," you answered without even letting him finish. With your face still buried to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat picking up. You pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, you cheeks still slightly damp from crying.

"Yer not kiddin'?" Osamu asked as he stared at you, his hand reaching up to wipe your cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm not. I'm still a little hurt so you have to make it up to me, but my feelings? They're still here," you answered honestly.

A smile made its way to Osamu's lips upon hearing what you said. Pressing his forehead with yours, he tightened his arms around your waist to hold you closer. "Thank ya fer givin' me another chance, angel."

After making up and stealing kisses here and there, you and Osamu decided to cuddle on the couch, your back against his chest and his arm resting against your waist.

It safe to say that when Aran came back, the most sour expression made its way to his face. It hadn't even been two weeks when he witnessed you literally crying your eyes out and now, he comes back to you sleeping on the couch with the man that made you cry.

"Fuck my life," Aran muttered with a groan.

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[queer-full-of-fear-18]

Ep6 y’all…I’m a little embarrassed to say I actually teared up during this ep…I’m as dramatic as Yi is this ep…

Segway to YiDiao this ep!!!. Is it just me or does Diao always look terrified/ anxious to talk to Yi? 😅Like no matter the situation, Diao looks like he’s shaking in his boots…protect this boii. That conversation about taking care of him felt so sincere, and Diao just saying he doesn't want anything except spend time with him just- omg crying rnn sweet boi😭😭😭

And Yi's dramatic ass goes off to get drunk💀 bc trauma or smth…chill… and yeah as he says he’s a heavy weight bc it looks like he drank like 6 full red wine bottles… that can’t be healthy. Drunk Yi is hilarious tho and gotta say Lian belong a good friend and bringing him home is a really nice gesture and shows how they have a great friendship- yes they bicker and laugh and tease over eachothers relationships (bc they both be doing stupid stuff tbh) but its clear from this and other past moments they do seem to have a really nice support for eachother and I love that - Yi drunkenly telling Kuea to not tell Dioa about this was the best bit😂

It seems from the preview that YiDiao will be finally opening up to each other next ep as Kuea and Lian have done this ep…But before we get to that

Let's talk about Nuea/Nuer (I’m still not sure what his name is lmao) *heavy sigh* y’all this ep was a full on attack on this man and I loved every second of it💀💀 - his actor (who’s name I believe is Tutor?) is doing an incredible job at portraying him bc….a bit like Kuea’s friends I have no goddamn clue what his goal is with flirting with Kuea - which is the central reason the squad (the dudes at least since they were present for the interaction on the football field in ep5) distrust his character in general; for which I agree. It seems Nuer is a bit dismissive and ‘fake’ towards the rest of the squad and really only acknowledges Kuea and this ep’s first part sees the development of a beef? I would say, between the squad and Nuer but 👀ESPECIALLY Syn who glares at this dude like he’s gonna kill him; which the other seems to reciprocate the feeling arbeit a bit more cockyly i guess? (is that word?...it is now) they obviously tolerate his existence bc Kuea is okay with it and he is a genius who gets to work on their project - which makes him even more arrogant which is simultaneously infuriating and hot af. 😔

Side note - I wanna mention the ep stars right where we left off to Nuer getting in between Kuea and his friends (who later apologize for their behavior which like get it kings) but tbh it wasn’t even that deep - ESPECIALLY bc Kuea has known these dudes since his 1st year (as seen in the flashback of him telling them he’s engaged: this has been his major since day one) - idk how the uni systems works there but since Kuea is in his final year that is AT LEAST 3-4 years of strong friendship and in comes this dude you just met between your friends??? Bro we met you like a month ago you dobn’t know their dynamics BACK THE FUCK OFF (i feel very strongly about this) 😠😠😠

Kuea giving him his jacket back is very…interesting and this is explored in the conversation/intervention with the squad.

First off love the comedic thing of it being like they legit kidnapped him and Kuea is more just annoyed that they dragged him out here more than anything - again showing their dynamic.

Kuea is aware of the fact he is being flirted with - but seems kinda neutral with all this? Like he returns the jacket to Nuer in a bit of a nice ‘thanks but no thanks’ sorta way but that seems to be the extent of his reactions to the ‘advancements’. This conversation was basically the squad telling Kuea they don’t fuck with Neur’s vibe, especially bc this dude is flirting ith him knowing he is ‘technically’ engaged - their just looking out for him and Kuea knows, even saying that they will back him up if something were to happen 😭

He then goes to say how he doesn't mind bc no ones ever flirted with him (Lian get your ass to work rn tffff) and sort of explains the whole engagement thing (I use explain lightly lol) - immediately the friends are like ‘ur fiance treat u wrong we gonna go beat his ass/chase him off’ - get u friends like Kuea’s man, I love these dudes😤😤😤. More reasons I love these dudes: Lian shows up and Kuea panics - he stutters when saying ex fiancee which is what I assume causes his friends sorta confusion when it came to Nuer: idk my friend of 3-4 years tells me he’s calling off his engagement with the dude he’s been in love with for like his entire life and know his personality enough to call bullshit 😩(evidence n1: Jay remarks in ep 4 about how he doesn't actually believe Kuea wants to call the engagement off)

(Bc well truly he doesn't he’s having a bit of midlife crisis or smth)

And his friends find a middle ground between what Kuea’s has been doing and what he should be doing - they go meet him but with the effort of showing a ‘proper’ image and fully fake being computer engineering majors…mind you I personally fully believe both Foei and Lian know what his major actually is - at least since he went to his second house but probably before that tbh.

And it was just so fucking funny I was screaming😂😂 - when Syn went in and asked for a donation and lost my shit - loved how Lian even offrerd them a ride. 10/10 scene I love them

Not gonna lie I was kinda hoping Neur would show up for the drama of it all 💀- I feel like Nuer and Syn could so get into a fight if syn weren’t such a pacifist …but dam imagine that transitioning into an angry make out scene like…enemies to lovers 5k slow burn right there

Interested to see how Nuers advancements may shift towards Syn in the future (since I believe it's the confirmed 3rd pairing right?)

Now onto the meat of this ep - Lian and Kuea. Oh boy I am down bad for these two😢- This ep was important for me bc after the events of ep4 and 5, I feel that if thse two didn’t have a semblance of a straight up conversertion I was gonna fucking lose it…but were gettinhg heade of our selves.

Personally, I've been a bit iffy on Lian’s approach about this whole thing - his intentions are good but without the clear distinction that everything he does is out of love for Kuea the message is completely lost from my poor boy’s POV.

A important opportunity arises regarding Kuea’s music carrer as Kirin something he is deeply pantionate about but because Lian told him to stay home he does (after seeing there is no way to sneak out - I was screaming at my screen bc literally Kuea just fucking talk ton him your not in a prison ir any– oh that’s right its not a prison but Kuea belives it so (at leats a bit) yikes💀

Side note 2: Lian’s comments about Kuea’s hair made me wanna combust bc get you a man that pays so much attention to you that he knows how you do your hair when even you go out are u serious????😤😳 I was both funny and wholesome seeing Kuea tryna cover his ass and highkey failing lmao.

The bit in the bedroom…first of hilarious but second off does Kuea officially have a vampire kink Lian has known about this entire time or😅?? It was also a bit cringe/awkward..in like the good storytelling way bc Lian wants skinship but it feels so foreign to Kuea he visibly shrinks, steps back, fights it off as teasing and GOD DAMMIT Lian just tell him u wanna smooch him and that this is literally role play for the love of g o d…bc without it it feels very awkward and unwanted…yikes once more

And from that I was just in personal denial as this mf walks back into his room and googles dating advice with the most smitten looks on his face (GOD DAMMIT ZEE STAP IT) but it gets better thankfully cuz i was gonna lose it like Kuea tynna convince himself he still wants to call this engagement off (my dude you are kidding yourself with that one💀)

The pool scene into the date scene was just - hit be like a brick seeing Kuea outright deny any sort of ‘fight’ between Lian, bc that's how he interprets it - and Lina just being like ‘tf what no that not what we're doing here’ the shock of ‘lefts do thing differently and get to know eachother was THE CONVERSATION for this to start happening and I lost my shit - more of this pleaseee😭😭😭

Nothing could have prepared me for that date…holy shit was it awkwards but so heartwarming… Lian making a effort for this to be different than their other dates and Kuea ever so slightly breaking out of his persona to ask why - and this stems from the core of why Kuea acts the way that he does: He doesn't see himself as worthy of Lian’s love and attention and is but aback by this entire thing. The waitress comment is funny as hell because it is relatable but a punch to the face to Lian as he sees his efforts to make this as ‘date-like’ as possible to be in vain.

And FINALLY my prayers have been answered Lian opens up, saying he’ll take them somewhere diffrent of a different date - and Kuea says something really profound here about not caring for the whole ‘date’ term, just appreciating the time they spend together - however it stems from his lack of self worth which slowly throughout ep4 to now has been a reflection of his actions towards Lian in terms of their relationship.

Sid enoten3 - Kuea and Diao are both the sweetest fucking kids that have been raised in comodity their entire lives and yet here they are standing infront of the people they love with self esteems of themselves on the floor, simply content with sprint time with the people they love even if they belive the feeling to be unreciprocated PROTECT THEM AT ALL COST DAMMIT. 😤😤😤

Continuing from after the date - Kuea finally says he didn’t fully mean to call off the engagement and acknowledges what Lian has found out, the entire point of breaking this date-rule they had going on: that kuea wanted to call of the engagement bc Lian doesn’t spend enough quality time with him - a very fair point Lain took to heart and is working towards

*screams in they finally are fucking communicating yall* i legit teared the fuck up during it, the dam fairy light didn’t help

And the buildup of Kuea’s entire goddamn character arc this entire time - the progression from episode 1’s argument. Lian reprimands him as he attempts to do something is self conscious about: cooking - and in recent light of their conversation the previous night just breaks - he cries out his insecurities and his pain and Lian comforts in horror he didn’t mean any of it in the way Kuea takes it - Kuea feels worthless and incapable and Lian just wants him to be okay - staring at the face of that who he love the most and has hurt multiple times with his words - something he seem to struggle with - he makes the fair conclusion of using something else to get his point across: his actions

Especially after Kuea drops this god dam bomb: (an incredble call back to ep1, bc guess what your actions/words have consequences lian)

“This is why you don’t love me” (and the entirety of the monologue before)

AND HOLY MOTHER FUCKING THAT WAS FULL 2 MIN AND 15 SECONDS OF PURE FUCKING L O V E 😭😭😭😭😪😪😤😤😤😭��

The first kiss, into the second, the gentle pick up into the counter which felt so fucking ugh omg natural, the shouldr kiss to the enck - as if saying ‘all of you is perfect in my eyes, I love all of you’ - Kuea’s harms lifting his shirt from the back followed into another deeper kiss just holy shittttt😱😭😭😭😭😤😤😫😫😫😫😫

Now in terms of this ship, I 50/50 count the car kiss as a ’kiss’ in the traditional sense because Kuea was so stupidly drunk and this kiss in not acknowlgeed by both parties. In 12-13 episode series, when a couple is getting together (at least the main one) I cap episode 6 as the ‘they are finally gonna start getting together’ or as I like to call it ‘THE defining kiss’ - ep6 is a good middle ground in my opinion, before of after you risk dragging it out or rushing it in an satisfying way (tho it can be be done and has been just depends on the pacing)

I wondered if they would have it before since this relationship is technically pre established - such series like ‘Don’t say No’(amazing btw) have this defining kiss in ep 1, bc is about them being in a relationship, not getting into the relationship.

But the car kiss doesn’t count (for me) as this kiss since it doesn't do anything for the relationship: we as the viewers understand the nuance emotions behind it and I think it was a very necessary visceral wakeup call on all fronts for Lian; but ultimately the continue on their cat and mouse thing they've been doing after wards.

The after math of this ABSOLUTE FUKCKING BANGER of a make out scene (this ain a kiss anymore, they were a min away from a make out) , shown a bit by the preview is straight up progress in the way their relationship has been - no more secrets and Lian has finally realized he has to show Kuea his ‘world’ or the way he is in order for Kuea to in return do the same - instead of forcing it out of him. And as much as the roles could be reversed, I think it's important for Lian to be the one to open up first, because it shows Kuea the effort and desire Lian has, to do so for Kuea - who we know struggles with the idea of being loved and desired by him.

I’m so fucking happy this is how it progressed and can’t wait for the way their relationship can only really go uphill from here (unless Nuer does some shenannigans, which who knows👀)

Misc side note - I appreciate whatever writer or producer or whoever makes sure there is at least one scene with Jay (Perth) bc I do in fact need to see him every episode thank you for your service. 💅

Can’t wait for Kilian fluff, YiDiao angst, and squad shenanigans next ep this show is so incredible

(this is 2554 words btw jesus am i okay)

[dracosathenaeum]

Library Escapade | D.M.

Summary: Library Sex

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,548

A/N: This is 1.5k words of pure smut, I literally wrote this in one sitting instead of doing my uni work but hey ho; hope this is okay lmao. use protection xx

MASTERLIST

If someone had told you a week ago that you’d find yourself swallowing moans whilst grinding on Draco Malfoy’s fingers as he stretched you open in a deserted corner of the library at 9pm on a school night, you’d ask if they were under the imperius curse.

Your chest was to his back, his own against one of the many walls of books, one hand holding your skirt out of the way as the other curled deeper inside of you, trying to find that one spot that would make you scream. His mouth sucked incessantly on your neck, not caring about the bruises that would be impossible to hide come morning. No, he was too busy trying to make you see stars, and he was doing a damn good job of it.

“More, please Draco. More.” You tried to keep your voice down but with your heart beating in your ears and Draco’s heavy breath accompanying it, you weren’t sure of the volume of your voice; unsure as to whether you had spoken at all.

His fingers stilled, pausing their actions as Draco moved his lips to the shell of your ear, breath ghosting over all the fresh marks he had decorated you with. “Are my fingers not enough for you?” You whimpered, hips moving wildly trying to generate the friction that you had suddenly lost, “Please.”

“Please what darling?” you could feel his smirk against the side of your face, his nose brushing against your cheek as you struggled with what to say. It wasn’t exactly a secret that didn’t usually do this, hook up with Slytherins in some corner of the library where anyone could walk in at any time and have them both expelled. You weren’t a virgin, but it had never been like this, you hadn’t even known fingers alone would be enough to bring you over the edge yet here you were, so close to it. “Please Draco, I want to come.”

Your hips hadn’t stopped trying to move on his fingers, but you were pressed too closely to his body that you couldn’t move nearly as much as you needed to. More pleas fell from your mouth as you felt the frustration build, you had been so close, damn Slytherins and their fucking pride.

Tilting your head back as much as the angle would allow, you pulled Draco’s head towards you with a free hand, lips finding his almost instantly. You let him explore your mouth for perhaps two seconds before you forcefully pulled back, teeth digging into his bottom lip on your way out. “Hurry up before someone finds us.” A flash of pink darted from his lips to run over where your teeth had just been, a small smirk and look of what could only be described as amusement flooded his features.

“I underestimated you.”

You weren’t quite sure if that had been a compliment or just a revelation of his, you didn’t have much time to think about it however when his fingers pulled out of you. You watched as he brought them into his mouth, his other hand reaching between the two of you to free himself of his trousers. Reaching behind you, you fumbled to swat his hand away before wrapping your own around the hard length, pumping it as best you could at the awkward angle, twisting it until you heard his breath hitch.

“These are in the way.” You hadn’t even noticed his hands had found their way back under your skirt until his fingers had torn them off completely, carelessly throwing them aside. Briefly losing your hold on him, you twisted in your arms to find his mouth again, your hand continuing its ministrations as his fumbled with the buttons of your blouse.

“Up.” His hands tapped the underside of your thighs, reading himself to hold onto your weight; leaning you against the shelves of books once your legs were wrapped firmly around your waist.

It was unlikely that anyone would walk this far back into the library on a Thursday night when it wasn’t even exam season, but you decided to be cautious since Draco clearly wasn’t going to be. You had barely managed to cast a quick silencing and disillusionment charm before Draco had started pressing into you, his precum and your own slick acting as all the lubrication you needed. You were suddenly glad you had managed the silencing charm as you were sure Draco would’ve exposed the two of you with the moan that had tumbled out of his mouth.

You bit down on your lower lip, nails digging into his back as you waited for the uncomfort and slight pain to ebb away. Draco had understood and hadn’t moved, waiting patiently for your breathing to even out again before continuing, his lips finding yours to distract you in the meantime.

When the first moan tumbled from your mouth Draco had pulled his hips back slowly before pushing back in, eyes locked onto your face for any sign of pain. Your breathing had quickened but with no sign of pain or discomfort his thrust became rough, cock pulling out hard enough so that only the tip was left in before slamming straight back in, the sharp edges of his hipbones hitting your skin with each thrust. With both arms around his neck, you changed your positioning slightly, the small change enough to illicit moans tumbling out of both of you.

You started to match his thrusts, bouncing on his slick cock with the help of his hands spread across your thighs and grasping at your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as the obscene sound of wet thrusts filled your ears, Draco’s small grunts sending shivers down your spine causing you to clench around him.

“Can you come this way?” despite the haze that clouded your mind you managed to snap your eyes open, you had never been asked that before. Your previous partners had asked you if you had cum afterwards but had never had the consideration to ask during. You tried to catch his eye, but his own gaze was focused elsewhere, eyes darkening as he watched his cock pull out of you before slipping back between your folds repeatedly with little to no resistance. “I’m not sure.”

He gave a barely noticeable nod before letting go of your legs and carefully lowering you to the floor, offering himself as support as you waited for the pins and needles to disappear from your legs. Hands turned you around to face the table which still had your revision materials scattered across the desk, directly across from his own. You laid your hands flat on the desk to support yourself as you felt Draco press back into you from behind, moaning at the feeling of being full again. He had barely started a rhythm before he had hauled you up against his chest, one hand pinching and kneading at your breast whilst supporting you up, the other had reached down to find the bundle of nerves between your legs. You couldn’t stop the scream that left you as his thrusts timed with the rolls of your clip between his fingers; they dipped briefly to where you were joined to collect some of the mixture of both your cum before pressing against your clit again, pressing harder with each roll.

You could tell he was close by the way his thrusts lost their steady rhythm, his fingers however, continued their ministrations, trying to release the coil that had built up in you as he fucked you.

“Fuck, can you cum for me y/n? be a good girl for me yeah?” The rasp in his voice was enough to send you over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as your cunt fluttered around his cock, eyes rolling up. “Just like that darling, did I make you feel good baby girl?” He knew you couldn’t formulate words, but he couldn’t stop himself as he chased his own relief, hips becoming more and more erratic, the hand on your breast gipping harder until his hips stuttered before finally stilling.

You leant your body against the table in front of you as Draco pulled away, only heavy breathing filling the air. “That is so fucking hot.” You turn to ask what he meant but he already had a hand on holding your skirt up to give him an unobstructed view of his cum dripping down your thighs. You hadn’t even had time to be embarrassed about being so exposed when he used two fingers to gather the white liquid trailing down your thighs, before pushing it back into your sensitive cunt, leaving his fingers inside of you for a while before pulling them out and wiping them on your inner thighs.

“If this is how tutoring sessions go with you, I’ll be back every day.”

Testing the strength in your legs, you stood back up, resting the back of your thighs against the table behind you just in case. “I expect you here tomorrow at the same time Malfoy, don’t be late again.”

He drops you his signature smirk, as you grimace, knowing full well his cum is leaking out of you again now that you’ve stood up.

“Have fun walking back love.”

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[shokobuns]

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫��?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT 

More.

One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,”  a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets. 

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth. 

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

heyy! could you do something where your in a poly relationship with Remus and sirius, you’ve been teasing them all day and they just get fed up and they tie you up with a vibrator at the full setting? idk this might be to much detail lmao

Take it

I present to you: Angry hotheaded werewolf and eyeliner wearing dramatic rich boy teaching you a lesson. Pls step on me-

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: 18+

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If there is something you enjoy doing it would be teasing your boys. And today you woke up and chose violence.

Pulling out your skirt you rolled the waistband up to make it shorter, just barely covering your ass. You decided to not wear a bra, but a simple white blouse with your house stitched onto the fabric. Everytime you moved the shirt would ride up to expose some of your skin and your nipples would harden, noticeable if someone would look at your chest. You put on your knee high socks and shoes, grabbing your bag and left to get some breakfast in the great hall.

Arriving there you made your way over to your boys and Remus turned instantly when he smelled your scent, smile dropping into a gape the moment he saw your attire. Sirius followed his point of view and his eyes scanned you body, jaw clenching.

„Hi boys“ you said, voice overly cheerful. „Saved me some?“

„Sure love“ Remus cleared his throat „the plate‘s yours.“

„Great, thanks!“ You gave him a kiss, digging into your food.

Sirius nearly moaned when you held his gaze and licked marmalade off your fingers. He just wants to bend you over and fuck you, wanting to show everyone that you belong to them alone. 

You winked at him, turning your attention to Remus who had been staring as well, a flush on his pale skin.

“You have peanut butter right there” you pointed out at the dazed boy.

“Hm?” His eyes were a little unfocused, staring at your chest. You bit back a smile and leaned forward, kissing it off. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Merlins beard”, James said “keep your private life P-R-V-A-T-E”

“You forgot a letter”, Lily pointed out. 

“Oh really?” James said seductively “You might want to tutor me Evans...”

Lily rolled her eyes and James pouted.

“Even I got embarrassed by witnessing this. Honestly Prongs, step up your game.” Sirius teased, laughing at his friends discomfort.

“Shut your mouth Pads, at least I’m not drooling over someone licking their fingers-”

Sirius cleared his thoat and you made an amused sound when you saw him blush. 

“Oh and Remus, your cup is already empty. Are you trying to slurp the glass through your straw or what?”

Now it was Remus’ time to clear his throat and look away from your tits.

James winked at you and you smirked back, for once your boyfriends decided to stay silent. James had been right after all. Looking down you saw them adjusting their pants and you giggled silently. 

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„Can you grab the book from my bag I need the instructions“, Remus told you, trying to get the potion right. Sirius was sitting there, blowing spit bubbles.

You smiled to yourself when you heared them gasp as you bend down to get his bag. Turning around you saw them staring at your face, not only flustered but angry as well.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Sirius hissed, pulling you to sit down.

„What?“ You asked innocently. „You don‘t like my panties?“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he immediately corrected himself. „Nonono baby they‘re fine I just-“

Remus grabbed your jaw turning your head to him. „What he‘s trying to say is: Stop acting like a slut and we‘ll drop the punishment.“

You smirked and shook your head. „I‘m not doing anything. You‘re just horny.“

Remus rolled his eyes and gave you a strict look. „Behave.“

„Yes Daddy.“

James screamed as your boys groaned in embarrassment.

„YES WHAT NOW?“

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You and the girls were sitting by the lake, doing yoga. Fucking Lily and her ideas. It was fun, but way to hot to be doing moves like that. At least that‘s what you thought until you saw the marauders approach.

„What are you doing?“ James asked plopping down next to Lily on the grass.

Sirius and Remus took a seat next to you, sandwiching you in the middle.

„Yoga“ Lily said curtly. „Wouldn‘t expect you to know.“

James huffed. „Of course I know what yoga is. See?“

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw James doing the crow pose. That shit needed some real strength and apparently Lily was impressed as well. You smirked when she blushed a little at the muscles bulging in James‘ arms.

She chose to ignore him and turned back to you. „Right ladies, lets stretch our backs before we continue.“

You smirked when she threw you a wink, knowing about your plan of teasing the guys. You leaned forward, arching your back as you spread your knees a little. Your shorts were pulled taunt over your ass, thong peaking out from the waistband.

„Oh Jesus-“ Remus whispered, pulling his bag on his lap. Sirius‘ mouth fell open and he glared at you when you glanced over your shoulder to give him a coy smile.

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„That fucking brat is doing it on purpose!“

Remus shot Sirius a bored look. „No fucking shit Pads.“

„God when I saw her this morning I wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw. Did you see how she sucked her fingers?“

Remus groaned. „I was too busy staring at her tits, Pads. Since when is she into yoga?“

Sirius snorted. „Not surprising to be honest, the way she bends when we put her into any position we want.“

„I just want to tie her up and-“

„-make her cum.“

They grinned at each other but quickly shut up when you sat down to eat your dinner. They did nothing more than press a kiss on each cheek and would not once glance your way. You were confused, why the sudden changevin attitude? Normally they would be all over you by now.

You decided to step up your game. You put your hands on their thighs after you finished eating and saw Sirius bite a little to aggressively into his meatballs. Remus stayed indifferent.

Your hands slowly crept higher, now directly over their crotches and Remus took your hand in his, squeezing painfully. You winced, but kept your hand on his lap, feeling him harden under you.

„Right we‘re done, Prongs and Wormtail, look for a place to sleep for tonight.“

James groaned „A-fucking-gain? What are you, 12?“

Remus stood up as well, grabbing your elbow to drag you to their dorm.

Remus shoved you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and kissed you hard. He pushed you back until your head was against the bedpost and straddled your belly, kissing his way down to your bare tits.

„I fantasized about these the entire..fucking..day“ Remus growled out, slapping your breast with every word. You cried out when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing you with his sharp teeth. Sirius bend your knees and spread you open wide, blowing against your swollen clit.

„Ah fuck please!“

Sirius flicked your clit and you yelled in pain, trying to close your legs, not that you could match his strength.

Remus got off and went to his trunk, pulling out your vibrator just as Sirius gathered your wrists in his hand and tied them to the bed.

„Listen pup“ Remus said sharply „Since you think you can jus tease us all day by prancing around like a slut, we‘ll treat you like one.“

You were about to answer but Sirius took the chance to stuff your mouth with your panties.

„Noone asked for your input, puppy.“

Remus put the vibrator on the highest setting and pushed it in as far as he could. He fucked you with it for a few seconds until he found your sweet spot and pounded against it. You were crying out in pleasure, legs shaking and he let go.

Sirius and Remus knelt down on both sides of your legs to keep them open and played with your breasts.

„Look at her pretty tits Moony. I bet they‘re sore already.“

Remus smirked when your eyes teared up at his pinching. „Aw poor baby, must hurt really bad. Does it hurt pretty girl?“

You nodded, eyes glassy as you begged for your orgasm.

„If you cum“ Sirius drawled „we‘ll force more out of you. But if you can hold back, we‘ll give you only as much as you want.“

You glared at Sirius and he laughed as he saw your desperate expression. They knew how impossible that deal was.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But then they decided to make out right there, kissing and moaning into each others mouths so passionately, that you came at the sight. You screamed out your realse, the vibrator not only drilling against your sweet spot but clit as well.

Remus smirked and pulled the panties out as you continued to cry out, trying to get rid of the toy. Sirius pushed it back in and you came again, squirting a little as you nearly passed out from the force.

„Guess you made your choice slut, so you better be a brave little girl.“

You can‘t remeber how many orgasms you had as they ignored your pained cries and whimpers. Was it four? Five?

„Please!“ You wailed „Please enough! Please! Yellow! Yellow!“

Sirius didn‘t take the vibrator out, only lowered the setting and leaned over to pout. „What is it baby, can‘t cum anymore?“

You whined. „Siri please enough! I can‘t!“

Remus chuckled and leaned over as well, stroking your hair gently. „But baby, there is one more. I know there is. Don‘t you wanna make us proud, hm?“

You mewled softly, clenching your legs, but that made the soft hum of the vibrator press directly on your clit.

„Remus“ you whined as he took a hold of the toy, gliding it in and out. Sirius laid down between your legs, spreading them open and kissed you clit softly.

„Sirius“ you gasped „hurts!“

Sirius didn‘t respond, only sucking your clit in his mouth and lapped at it. Remus turned up the setting again and you let out high oitched moans, fucking back against the thrusts.

„Fuck you taste so good baby, c‘mon give me your cum.“

You trembled all over as Remus encouraged you to cum again.

„Let go pup, be our good girl“, Remus cooed, kissing you to keep you silent as you came for the last time, whimpering into his mouth.

„There we go puppy“ Sirius moaned, taking the toy out to lap at your hole. He hummed at the taste, licking everything clean and got up to kiss Remus, sharing your cum.

„I‘m never leaving without a bra again“, you said, panting hard.

The boys gave you mocking grins, prepping your face with kisses until you were breathless.

[oh-boy-me]

Can I please see MC beating the brothers at something they would normally excel at? Thank you, and have a great day or night! 💚

Hello look I’m finally getting back to old requests!  Surprise, 💚 anon!

Also, I chose specific things for MC to beat them at, because it made it easier to formulate thoughts.

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Lucifer: Chess

Hmm.  This is.  He doesn’t like this.

He’s the demon of pride.  He’s supposed to be--no, he is--the best at everything.  Diavolo and Barbatos are the only ones allowed to hold a candle to him.

“Congratulations, MC,” he says out loud.  “It was a fluke.  I let them win.  There’s no way they actually beat me,” he says to himself.  He tries to hide his bad mood, but it’s pretty noticeable that he’s seething in his seat.

He needs to reclaim his throne, and they better not even think about letting him win or they’ll just make things worse.  Is this a healthy way to handle defeat?  Absolutely not.  But a hit to his pride is a hit to his pride, and he doesn’t take those as well as he’d like you to think.

The only way for MC to remedy this quickly is to point out that he taught them these skills.

Honestly the fact that it was chess specifically doesn’t really matter.  Lucifer is only fine with being second best at something if it’s luck-based (like Candy Land), or if he REALLY doesn’t care about it (like Candy Land).

Just kidding.  He will destroy them at Candy Land if it’s the last thing he does.

Mammon: Card Games

I tried to keep things related to their sins out of this, because being beaten at your sin would probably make you question your identity.  But with Mammon most of his hobbies seem to tie into his sin in some way, so I think this is our best option.

Anyway, Mammon isn’t happy about this by any means, but it’s also not going to ruin his day like it’d ruin Lucifer’s.

Like, he’ll grumble about it.  And complain.  Loudly.  He might even spam the group chat complaining about it while MC is still right next to him shuffling cards, and then Asmo will say “lol” and Lucifer will accuse him of something unrelated and that’ll make him grumble more.

And MC might have to step in somehow to get him to stop pouting.

If they were playing for money, he’s gonna keep demanding rematches until either he wins or something forces them to stop.

Unlike Lucifer, Mammon will be fine with them letting him win.

But once again, that’s for the money, not really for his pride.  He’s kind of used to losing at the things he’s good at.

Leviathan: Video Games

Hmm this is he doesn’t like this #2

Levi’s kind of built his identity around the things that he’s good at and the things he likes, so for MC to come in and upset that makes him, well, upset.

The first time sucks.  Like Lucifer, he sits there stewing in his frustration.  Unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t bother trying to hide it.  He might even tear up, which definitely pulls on the heartstrings but he shouldn’t be such a sore loser.

The closer MC is with him, the less upset he’ll be over time, though.  Because it changes from “this fucking normie came in and ruined everything” to “ahhhh dammit my friend beat me”.

Also, he’ll only get moody if MC beats him at a game he’s currently invested in.  He’s not gonna be surprised if he’s a little rusty at Street Fighter II now, but ex-father have mercy on anyone who beat him at a DBFZ when it first came out.

He’ll only legitimately try to kill them if they beat his Ruri-chan platformer speedrun time.

Satan: Grades

Satan thinks it’s great!!  He highly values being smart, but he doesn’t think it’s threatening for someone else to be smart too (except Lucifer).

If anything, he’s glad to know MC is someone he can reliably study and compare answers with.  Most of his study buddies end up being impromptu tutoring pupils, and he’d really like to just study for once.

Maybe it's surprising that the avatar of wrath isn’t angry, but like, he seriously doesn’t see this as something to be angry about.

Of course, he’s still literally the sorest loser in the three realms.  Never play games with him.  But this wasn’t a competition, and I can’t exactly say he excels at anything that would be considered a competition.  So yeah, MC manages to escape his wrath through a loophole in the ask.

Is he mad that he didn’t get full marks?  Of course.  But he’s mad at the teacher, not MC.  Unless MC tries to rub it in his face, because that’s just rude.

Asmodeus: Design

I was gonna do like a popularity contest, but we’ve seen him go through one in canon and that’s not gonna really add anything new.

So!  Let’s say he and MC’s designs were both candidates for something, and MC’s ended up being chosen.

Hmm this is he doesn’t like this #3

The problem is that while design has nothing to with his sin, and therefore his base identity, he sure seems to think it does.  Asmo thinks his entire personality is the things he’s good at.

He’s simultaneously the easiest and hardest to deal with out of those who are legitimately upset.  The easiest because while he’ll pout a bit, he’s going to properly congratulate them and it’s hard to tell that he’s upset when he’s giving them so many compliments and talking about how he’s gonna buy one of everything.

The hardest because he’s actually really passive aggressive about it.  For a WHILE.

He’ll also definitely try to steal their ideas for the future, or seduce whoever’s in charge of making the final selection.  It doesn’t matter if he got chosen legitimately or not, what matters is that he gets chosen period.

The best thing MC can do in this situation is get him to understand he wouldn’t actually be happy with a shallow victory like that.

Beelzebub: Sports

Another one who is very excited to have an equal!

Sports need more than one player, after all, and it gets really boring if your opponent is no match for you.

He’ll start to consider MC his friendly rival.  He asks them what their training regimen is and what diet they’ve adopted, so they can compare it with his own (scaled down to be equivalent).  Basically he gets information from them like Asmo does, but unlike Asmo Beel gets it by asking and shares the benefits with MC.

If there’s a sport that neither of them have tried before, he’d love to see how they do one-on-one as complete novices.  He’ll do his best to be mindful of his brute strength advantage if it’s a sport where that would matter.

The only thing he could be upset about MC beating him in is those restaurant challenges where you finish a massive dish within a time limit.  But even then, it’s not because he’s upset he lost.  He’s more concerned about their health, because if MC beat him at that holy shit.

Belphegor

He doesn’t care.

This took so long to come out because I couldn’t think of something MC would beat him at that he would care about.

Like

Slept longer than him??  He’s not gonna throw a fit about that.

And it’s not like he goes into things expecting to win; he barely wants to do things at all.

So yeah the answer for Belphie is it doesn’t matter what you beat him at, he won’t lose sleep over it.

Lmao sloth pun

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