#i'm sorry pls don't think you have to match length

[conkniving]

never did fallon think the 'conniving' part of her unofficial moniker would ever bring with it the negative connotation so often associated. even when the old hag in the seal harbour apartments would spit "little conniving bitch!" as she eavesdropped on the gang member coercing another rent extension ( she was just terrified of the big black doberman and wanted them both gone — honestly, it felt good to be conniving in that regard ). but recently, being 'conniving' made her feel a little guilty. not shameful, because there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to annaki. but guilty, yes. guilty for the way fallon wielded a poker face new year's night before atticus, after having just rushed out of a dark corner office with his sister and the fresh memory of her lips. guilty for not quite meeting cyrek's eyes, as if he would be able to read everything he needed to know in hers and proceed to beat the shit out of her. and guilty that when she was around the other bastards, if there was a buzz in her pocket she knew to be coming from the redhead, she would try her best in her nonchalance to find a private space to let free the smirk that would never fail to come to her lips while she typed a response. it wasn't as bad as she was probably imagining, considering she had still been able to be around atticus for the reminder that valentine's was also a shared birthday... to which fallon promptly left in her haste to secure something worthy of a gift.

and so, caught between the emotional turmoil and wanting to do right by annaki, fallon instead focused her nervous attentions elsewhere. justified in that it could be productive, she snatched up nadine at the first opportunity. it hadn't escaped the older member's awareness that there had been immediate chemistry between the younger and a certain university employee. and secure in the fact that her little firecracker could handle herself, it still wouldn't hurt if fallon were to trap them for at least a ride in the tunnel of love for a good ol' interrogation in order to have something, anything, on one colson crawley. see? good conniving.

lights out. an expletive escaped in a breath as their ride shuddered to a halt in a momentary lapse of utter darkness before red accented the contours of the environment in sinister tones. the metal bar resisted external force, and the rise in panicked voices from the rest of the attendees did nothing to quell the anxiety bubbling up in her own chest. a hand floundered beside her to assure that nadine was still there, as equally confused and restrained. tucked into the cuff of her boot, the thai retrieved a small switchblade, using her free hand to find nadine's so that she could firmly plant the blade's handle there. whatever happened, at least she knew that nadine had a way to defend herself. this fucking town. despite the stalwartness of the bar, she tested its limits once more before edging her hips toward the gap between that and the cart's shell. sucking in until organs were surely displaced, she was able to slip herself free. and out. except, seeming to have forgotten what current the boats had been guided upon, fallon's foot met no surface until plunged into shockingly cold water. air rushed out in a yelped "fuck!" as ribs hit the edge of the river. real smooth. crawling out, it was a coin toss as to which side of the tunnel was closest — then a voice. the faintest knocks. can anyone hear me?

"'naki?" it sounded pathetic, the winded level of her voice. stumbling along the minimal shoulder of the displays framing the river, she met the door with a gesture intending to open it. to no avail. of course, why would anything work in their favour? and choosing to ignore the disjointed sounds of others — definitely not the trapped attendees — ambling in the background, she tried again, "annaki? what are you doing?" this isn't safe for you, either. it went unsaid. "there are people stuck in here. why isn't there any attendants outside? they should be fucking doin' something about this!" she couldn't tell if the hair raised on the back of her neck was from the cold of her drenched clothing or the fact that the very perpetrators of this could be in there with them. "can you see a control panel? some kind of emergency switch?"

@conkniving​

location ; outside the tunnel of love 

date ; valentine’s day

ANNAKI COULDN’T DENY THE SMILE THAT CROSSED HER FACE with every message she received from Fallon. She was always one who wore her emotions on her sleeve, incapable of hiding her thoughts as they were easily read on her face. It would be a lie if she said that after New Years that the moments they shared alone had frequented her mind on a regular basis, the redhead practically blushing just at the idea of when she would next see her. The last thing she expected to wake up to was a present from the exact person who had made herself at home on her mind, not that Annaki was looking to evict her from the premise any time soon. The flowers were delicately handled, showcased on her kitchen counter after diagonally cutting the stems to make them last as long as possible. Just the sight of them was something she wanted to extend, as the feeling in her chest as she looked at them was more than she could currently describe.

The idea of a Valentine’s celebration fit too perfectly into something Annaki would enjoy, hoping she could totally inconspicuously run into Fallon during the event. She was never one to bite her tongue, but Fallon was different. She was so much cooler than she would ever be, seemed somehow far to reach in the way she wanted. And yet, Annaki didn’t want to give up. Fallon was….well, she wasn’t sure she met someone as special ever. So, she could prove she could be badass, or as badass as Fallon needed, despite her need to constantly wear pink, collect stuffed animals, and watch cartoons.

She was elated that Fallon was texting her that day, walking around with a half-eaten cone of pink cotton candy in her hand when her eye caught a sight of the exact person on her mind. Except, that sight included her walking into the Tunnel of Love with someone else. It was probably stupid to make assumptions, but Annaki was never one who was good at denying her emotions. Besides, what was going on between the two of them was never stated to be something serious, was it? So this wasn’t something she could reasonably be upset by. Dumping the last bit of her cotton candy into a nearby trash can as her appetite had left her, the redhead made her way towards the exit of the carnival when suddenly the lights of the tunnel of love went completely dark. Walking to the exit of the ride, she was alarmed to see the doors shut, unable to be moved with pressure. “Hello?” Her voice was initially soft, before concern took more control of her. Her small fist banged thrice on the exit door, as she said louder, “Hello? I’m trying to open this!” But there was no handle or mechanism to pull, and shoving her shoulder a couple times did nothing, only further increasing her panic. “Can anyone hear me?”

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag babes! @guiltyasdave • nsfw under the cut! 18+ MDNI!

wip #1 • show me a little bit of spine! feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…'

oops i don't have a sneak peek for this one...sorry chickens.

this is an official part two to "all's fair in love and viscera" cause i can't leave them alone to save my life! i finally decided on the name crimson for this specific reader, and the au as a whole will be called the to the bone universe (that’s also how it’ll be tagged on my acc!!!)

this is jealous!logan getting down and dirty in a bar bathroom after a special someone makes a move on his girl...wink wink nudge nudge. a special guest! a very special guest, cause what better way is there to get a man off their ass and admit they like you than dirty dancing with another man in front of him.

think degradation, biting, pain kink (obvi wtf). there's also some emotional constipation and just a hint of angst. it'll be so fun!

wip #2 • says he needs it bad (oh so very bad) feat. sub!logan howlett (& crimson!)

'it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…'

double oops i don’t have a sneak peek for this one either…pls forgive me!

this is also apart of the to the bone universe but it's more like a non-connecting little blurb than another part...if that makes sense lol i just wanted to write more crimson!

all this is thanks to a lovely anon who sent in a req desperately needing me to speak on sub!logan. it's funny because ofc i'll speak on sub!logan wtf who do you think i am. it's honestly one of the fluffiest, softest things i've ever written...established relationship is really locking my ass down. it's still filthy though don't worry! think riding, think pain kink, think light dustings of a breeding kink. i really don't know how to explain this lmao it's gonna be great trust me!

wip #3 • hunting for sport... feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'there's a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods...'

You scramble backwards, stuck watching the way the brush starts to rustle as he gets closer. You push yourself back to your feet, muscles screaming in protest as you break into a sprint. It's all in vain, you know it is. He's only playing with you, letting you tire yourself out. He’s known where you’ve been the whole time, could smell you the whole time, could hear you the whole time. The two of you have been at this long enough now, his patience is starting to run thin. He's right behind you, if the violent thrashing of the brush over your shoulder getting louder is any indication. The dull sound of claws ripping through the forest floor growing closer and closer before the entire woods suddenly tilts on its axis.

this is also in the to the bone universe! can you tell that i'm really into this au? i physically can't stop writing them...another little fic that's outside the events of parts one and two :))) who would i be if i didn't write a chase fic for this man? that's the real question. more violence heavy than the other fics listed, i got bit by the freak bug and i need to write nasty sexy violence sorry babes.

wip #4 • give it to me like a man! feat. dbf!patrick zweig

'patrick comes to your college graduation party, he gives you the best gift...'

“Yeah, I've been pretty busy since the season started. Lot’s of traveling and shit, you know?” Your dad hums in agreement, nodding his head lazily. “For sure, my schedule has been killer this season.” He brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Patrick are in the same boat. Only your dad’s boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing to cushy televised matches and Nike shoots while Patrick is floating on a dinghy to some barely media covered ITF matches. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow motion, your palm grinding over the tip through the denim. “Yeah, daddy.” You say, voice going light and airy around the edges. Patrick thinks it’s being said to your dad, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re already looking at him. Eyes half-lidded and shiny as your fingers brush over the metal of his zipper.

the long awaited dbf!patrick lol i know i've been dragging this damn thing out for like three weeks but it's the most "done" fic on this list so maybe maybe MAYBE it'll actually be posted soon...

anyway this is nothing but pure filth. just straight up nasty no plot at all pure sex and fucking hard gross style. lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, risk play, sort of public sex, a barely there daddy kink...just me being nasty on a google doc for no reason!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing (it's technically thursday but like oh em gee who cares just do it anyway chickens)

[huntershowl-moving]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i don't have one particular otp — big ships change depending on the Era hellhound is in!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

nothing illegal obviously — other than that, aside from long-lifespan characters whose mental maturation is slower, i generally stay away from with 10+ year age gaps when the younger muse is under 20. just feels like a weird power dynamic i guess?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yes! ships on this blog cannot be pre-established — i tend to lose interest fast if they don't build up naturally, either through lots of ooc plotting or through writing. on top of that, seph is ... piiiiicky. she has very specific Types. generally, ships with very gentle, soft, mentally well-adjusted characters are possible, but transient — seph falls out of love after a point, but remains staunchly protective of them.

the long and short of the matter is she's a freak, and you kind of have to match that to be compatible as a long-term partner. but even then they don't always line up perfectly! idk. seph's weird. simultaneously very easy to ship with and very hard to ship with.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

oh i've got lots of good ones going on right now!! pls forgive me for gushing. focusing on currently heavily-plotted and/or written ones for this bit bc otherwise it will be pages and pages!! if i forgot someone you have full permission to impale me on a pike i am SO SORRY. (all of these will be under a readmore at the end of the post for length!)

there are more sort of beginnings/potentials for ships that haven't been explored yet which i haven't included here, but i'm truly excited to see where each and every one of them goes!!!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes absolutely hahaha — at least communicating ooc about it is necessary! i'm much more comfortable shipping with partners i mesh well with as a mun and have an easy time talking to.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

LOOK I. LISTEN. LISTEN... IM FERAL FOR SHIPS. FERAL. even though seph is picky about them — and i promise it's not personal if it doesnt work, it truly is just her dumb creature ass being unable to normal.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

N/A for this blog, but as a fun trivia fact, i'm deep in satosugu hell rn

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

it's all vibes babey. we just start writing their non-romantic dynamic buildup, and if it clicks (or even if u just think ur character would have a crush!) we talk about it ooc and plot some more, then plot some more and before u know it, the angst hammer looms over ur head

Tagged by: @bearratic (thank youuuu!!) Tagging: (points) do it

ship gushing below. <3

@vsagis' villain izuku— i had to put u first bc u kickstarted this shipping renaissance. seph and izuku clicked instantly and started a long-term trajectory that i don't think either of us writers expected. they're just freak enough to match each other, just soft enough to genuinely care. we're really putting these two through the horrors(tm) and watching them fall hopelessly, horribly in love. <3

@spiritcrown's pasha — how could i not mention pasha!! i was so happy to see you back, because pasha and seph's relationship was soooo formative for seph's development wrt romance. seph is absolutely, completely and utterly devoted to pasha. they worship at the altar of her. they would bend heaven and raise hell for her.

@crowshoots' jesper — UAHGHGBBHBH INCOHERENT CRYING NOISES. the first thing seph noticed about jesper was extremely respectable fighting skills, but even then they were definitely uhhhh touch and go for a while there before they started to simmer down and. pin each other down and — one thing led to another and jesper's being antagonized by her antagonists and they're too deeply in love to go back!! i love them. i l

@crowgreeds' kaz — HHHHHHHHH god. hi siri i know ur not around the dash much but idc im writing u into this. kaz and seph both have such a darkness in them that the other recognizes and not only feeds, but when necessary, balances. they're ruthless and violent and mean but at the same time, they have such a softness for each other that they both thought was dead. also, you're the recipient of probably the best rp reply i've ever written (that fucking. hellhound kill description. my GOD im feral for seph protecting him)

@tewwor.... goose is2g we really have the creatures ever. litho — FIRST SHIP!!!! FIRST SHIIIP i still cant believe it took 4 irl years for them to finally admit their stupid feelings. now they're soulmates and there's no turning back. he's the reason seph likes poetry in every verse. the softest snarkiest ship. probably the closest to a true YA-style soulmate seph has. she hasn't forgiven him for all the twilight jokes though tough luck jie & ricochet — the boys... the absolute chaos trio... i never expected seph and jie to fall for each other but honestly i should have. he falls so neatly into her "equally feral" type. ricochet is so calm and seph is kind of intoxicated by that. sheathed claws kind of vibe. just love these three their dynamic balances itself so well

@spungolden's dio — two femmes raised as weapons with deeply suppressed emotions, chillin in a murder alley, five feet apart cause theyre not g— (theyre gay. theyre so gay) these two are so sweet they sometimes make me tear up. they skipped the trauma stage and went straight into lesbian domestic fantasy with only occasional murder.

@chaoslulled oh boy(s). toji — brutally in love. they saw and embraced each other's monster, refused to shy away, and now they somehow revolve in this strange orbit of violent and incredibly soft with each other. i think he's the first of the current ship lineup that seph has in-thread said the L-word to. this ship was so easy to jump right into, the chemistry was like lightning in a bottle. satoru — one of the most genuinely unexpected slowburn ships i've stumbled into. these two read each other for filth INSTANTLY as lonely motherfuckers who, in some way or another, had loved and lost. they haven't even gotten to the oh-shit moment in the slowburn yet but i'm lookin forward to it yakuza sukuna — THE PAIN. THE SUFFERING. AUHHHGHGGGG HOL YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEE. these two are mirrors in the worst possible way. they've got their throats stuck under their boss' boot heels; they've been disfigured, they've had their siblings used as leverage, they've been made into muzzled dogs. despite hating each other at the start, they can't not recognize that, and it's led to this fierce protectiveness that isssss whoops evolving into feelings. i'm sure nothing will go wrong

@eraserisms' shota — AHHHHHHH god okay most of this ship has been pure plotting vibes and responses to memes, but i truly cannot wait to get into writing more of them because they own my heart and soul. i think they know each other to the marrow in a way that's not super common for seph, and the gentleness and caution with which they're starting to explore revisiting their care for each other is heartbreaking in the best way

@sasouken BEE!!!! ok chronologically(??): deku — so precious and wholesome from the start. your honor he's just a little guy with a big dumb crush. when i tell uuuuuu some of our plotting has literally made me tear up a little??? the absolute bleeding heart on this boy??? HURTS ME??? one day they'll hold hands casper — slated to be our angstiest dynamic, i just Know it. two motherfuckers who love their siblings, inextricably involved in a tangled web of crime and violence. two people who have lost so much and don't want to lose anyone ever again. i will die i WILL satoru — such... a different vibe than i was expecting in an amazing way?? his dynamic with seph is so fuckin sweet? so much physical touch born of trust and comfort. also again: her first ever fwb (for now), which is truly a wild thing to experience. sukuna — i .. . dont even know what to say about this one. (affectionate). he unlocked an entirely new dimension of freak in seph's psyche and attraction style that i couldn't comprehend before we started writing them but retrospectively makes so much sense. what the fuck is going on with these two i have no idea but i am OBSESSED with it. also writing them getting down nasty has been extremely fun, i'm enjoying it a lot

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

For the ship game: Leopika and Hisoillu! I don't know your ship taste well so I'm just hitting a couple other big HxH ships hrjfjkjkdlgdfk hope you don't mind

Oh, I don't mind at all, Percy! :)

Hisoillu is... I mean... they are kind of sort of engaged (?) so. Yeah, it makes sense. Also, I can think of no one else in the universe who should be subjected to close proximity with these two on a regular basis hdfhbsdhj. Congrats, you're perfect for each other, just never involve anyone else in what you've got going on ever. Truthfully, I'm kind of indifferent towards it as a ship. It makes sense to me, but it's not something I actively seek out in fanworks I suppose. It's just, yeah, Hisoka and Illumi are together. Happy for them lol. I guess it's mostly because I think murder is their love language and I just... can't see them being romantic with each other in a lot of the more typical ways that characterize many fanworks. Do they want to kill each other, or are they into each other? The answer is both - the murder is an intrinsic aspect of the "being into each other" hdjfbvhd. That said, I think they have a pretty healthy respect for each other, due to probably being evenly matched, I'd say. I think Hisoka genuinely finds Illumi good company, and Illumi readily has fairly casual conversations with Hisoka. Their dynamic is kind of fascinating actually, and I do honestly think they're kind of perfect for each other. Diversity win??? Loss??? I'm honestly not sure lmao

Leopika :') I love the potential for them. Sadly, they don't have all that many interactions in the canon manga, so I would ordinarily say it doesn't make a huge amount of sense, but then we have the 99 anime and the radio skits who seem determined to ship them so hfbgjdhj I have no clue. I'm weird about this ship because I tend to alternate between "yeah they're cute" and "oh god. oh god. them. AAARGGHHH" and experiencing emotional damage hahaha. I am like this with no other ship. It's very strange to me.

The one thing is that I'm extremely picky with Kurapika characterization, in any art or story. If Kurapika doesn't read right to me, I just can't suspend my disbelief. I'm really not big on the "mom and dad" characterization, though no shade to anyone who is.

Peak Leopika dynamic to me takes into account not just Leorio's concern and Kurapika's walls, but also their mutual stubbornness and Kurapika's hilarious tendency to annoy Leorio on purpose. To me, I've always felt that he likes Leorio because he's a guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and values individual lives so strongly, so he kind of checks that he hasn't changed that much when they see each other. I think it's kind of relieving for Kurapika, in a way, to know that Leorio will always be himself - "same old Leorio" kind of deal.

I also think Kurapika is just a little shit hjgbvsjdh

But no, I love that Leorio clearly eases up some of the pressure Kurapika feels, and seems to make him feel better about things- that's probably half the reason he keeps him at arms length. I think affectionate bickering is their love language. I also wish people noticed a little more that it's Kurapika who actually seriously initiated friendship between them, not Leorio. In most cases in the Hunter Exam, it was Kurapika approaching Leorio and showing a clear interest in sticking with him and helping him pass and achieve his dream. I think it's incredibly meaningful that one of the first people Kurapika meets and takes a liking to is this guy who wants to become a doctor - the doctor that Kurapika had left in the first place to go looking for. Anyways, I'm really looking forward to see what role Leorio will play in the current arc (just to have more Leorio, honestly, pls Togashi I miss him...), as I'm sure he will eventually find out about Emperor Time and OH BOY I'm sure that will go over well.

Erm. Sorry for rambling. I had a lot to say apparently...

[sydney-the-faithful]

Heeeeeeeeeyyyy Sydneyyyyy : ) Buddy! Pal! Bestie! How've you beeeen welcome to tumblr hope everything's good I just have uh a teeny tiny smidge of a favour to ask you-

P L E A S E ask your father to stop showing sex tapes in class. Your dad's swell, I help at his shop sometimes it's cool, but I see so so so much more of his bare ass in a week than I'm comfortable with and it's always for a lesson he's taught us about 20 times already. I think we're all clear on the fact that porn lies to you.

Allow me, your guide on this journey, to paint a picture for you. So you can understand my feelings.

It's 9am. Neither me nor my poor twin sibling have slept. I was at one of my jobs, they were uh... Staring at the ceiling. We're both just fucked. Our good pal Sydney's dad comes in for a fun and informative science lesson! Yaaaaaay! But then for some ungodly reason your old man decides to show us all a sex tape! The poor bastard I popped out with's sat next to me. Let that knowledge sit with you.

Now I've seen my share of butts. I'm accustomed to them. My sibling? Not so much. Kind of person that regularly throws their little cardigans at me to make sure I'm covered up enough to be okay outside. They aren't coping with this whole your dad's bare ass on screen situation. I think one day their sleep deprived brain will crack and they'll start crying in class and make a scene.

Apologies for the superlong message no rush with the response or pressure to match the length at all but this was important + also wayyyyy too awkward to tell you in person for obvious reasons. Pls help.

~ @poorsadorphanposting (Esmee •⌄•)

Esmee!! Greetings! :D Everything's fine. This Tumblr thing has proven to be... strange so far. I fear a lot of people have gotten too comfortable with the anonymous feature, though. It was foolish of me to not expect that.

As for the favour, I... Um. I don't really know what to say. I'm not too familiar with how he runs his classroom, but that certainly sounds... peculiar?? The way you painted a picture of your day was convincing and I have no reason to believe you're lying.

I hate to say this, but... It makes me glad I don't take his class. He always tries to lecture me about those kind of things, and that's strenuous enough. To be shown a graphic demonstration, countless times??? Oof. That's unnecessary. I hope Edin is alright, I too would be very rattled.

I'll talk to him for you. Teaching the same lesson 20 times over is redundant and exhaustive. I mean, really. How many times do you need to see something to get it in your head? Not that many. :/

Uh... Before I do, though. I just want to clarify...

1) You're sure sex tape is the right word? It's more graphic than just a teaching demonstration?

2) What is the lesson he's teaching exactly? Why does he think it's necessary to show that?

3) You're sure its... him? I mean, in your message you were very clear that it's my "dad's bare butt", but... Hm.

Thanks. Sorry for my hesitance, I don't mean to pry, but this is the first I'm hearing of any of this. I want to make sure I've got everything clear.

[ryker-writes]

congrats on 1.2k! id like to get a twst matchup if that's okay!

i don't have any preferences appearance wise or anything, im just curious who ill get! personality wise i'm very shy with new people and kind of passive, im very socially awkward, but in less crowded situations i talk more, and i talk a lot if someone mentions my interests. once i get close to someone i'm very. out there. i get loud and kind of annoying, and i joke around a ton, but i can be serious and caring when needed. i have frequent mood swings based off small things, but i bounce back pretty easy. i also have a bit of a temper sometimes. i'm hyperactive and fidget a lot too, whether it's doodling, picking at my nails, etc.

i like going out and doing fun things cuz i get bored sitting doing the same stuff for awhile. i like to draw, i enjoy musical theatre, uhh i like to play rock instruments and sing sometimes. i also love cute things and sweets. i dislike people who are rude for no reason, uhh certain veggies (cuz of texture, especially cooked veggies), large gatherings and working food service. i don't like much athletic stuff either, but games are fun sometimes.

love language wise i mostly do quality time and sometimes acts of service, but i enjoy receiving pretty much anything, but especially physical touch. sorry for the lengthy paragraph lol, take your time!

Thank you anon! No need to apologize for the length, the more info I have, the better!

"Another anon in my little matchmaking event? How lovely! Welcome in and take a seat! I've read your information and I wanted to share your results! I'll be honest, at first I tossed around the ideas of Idia or Rook, but they didn't quite fit right. But then I found him, your match!

The old fae general, Lilia, would be better for you!"

Like I said, I tossed around the idea of Rook and Idia for your introvertedness but also joking around when you're close with people and the temper sometimes. But there were little things that just made me think they didn't fit right in my mind so I continued searching through the characters. Then I remembered Lilia and was like omg he's perfect!

Lilia actually works very well regardless if you're shy and quiet around him or more loud and out there!

he likes all sides of you! Even when you have mood swings he loves you

he doesn't mind your fidgeting as long as it isn't something that will hurt you

he loves to go out with you so much!

he'll take you on random adventures all the time so you're always trying new things with Lilia

pls doodle him

he won't ask for it but he'd love it so much if you did and will give you the happiest little grin

he also loves to play rock instruments and sing so he'd love to do it with you!

but if you want him to just listen he's happy to do that too!

he tries to take your food preferences into account when he cooks...it still tastes horrible though

good luck with that

Quality time works great with Lilia! In all his years of life he's learned to treasure time more with the people he loves and that includes you

he's big on physical touch tho so you will be showered in affection a lot of the time

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

What's uppp! Luv ur blog and i got curious with the matchups so i'd like to request a matchup for MHA!

Also just to recognize my ask, I'd like to go with 🪩

So let's get to myself:

I'm female and go by she/her. Also i’m straight.

Appearance:

1,80 (5'11/6'0?), chubby, brown eyes, dark red (colored) mid length hair, usual ear piercings, one nose piercing on the side and a lip piercing (ashley), big ahh feet and hands LMAOOO.

Style:

Ijust can't decide so i switch it a lot. Either it's streetwear, punk or something elegant/ sweet (wild combo ik). My room looks pretty natural (lots of plants and wood etc.) since i need something that keeps me down to earth 💀

Music taste:

Big ass spectrum but let's try. Luv rock/hardrock/ metal, enjoy techno from time to time. The usual tiktok songs,.. Tbh anything that's very loud or makes my headphones vibrate 10/10. From time to time i do enjoy the calm/classical music but only if i REALLY feel like it.

Fav current songs if it helps:

Black No. 1 from Type O Negative

Fucking Your Ghost In Chains of Ice from Leviathan (pls ignore the title 😭)

prayer1 from april27

Nightmare from plenka

Stay from Narrow Head

Wicked Game from Chris Isaak

Personality:

I've seen others mention it so; aries sun, pisces moon, virgo rising and ENTP.

honestly think it fits just not AS serious. People often mention i look rather intimidating at first which is understandable since i can seem uninterested and reserved but when talking to me i really love making others laugh, as well as laughing myself. Honestly my love language (combined with aggressive love). Love to goof around but i like to seem more closed off at first.

It makes things more interesting. Very personal emotions i like to only keep for myself (like most ig). I isolate pretty quickly and don't mind it since I've always been more independent and alone (not at all badly, i like the peace around me while enjoying the chaos inside my head 🫦😭).

I've actually never been in an relationship but based on other experiences i like both to be in control and let someone have control.

definitely not the type to only have one thing.

Likes:

Swimming, MUSIC, analyzing, watching trash tv and cooking shows (i just love judging people < /3), reading on my phone ig though i don't read many books irl, gaming from time to time, eating LMAO, adrenaline boosting stuff like rollercoasters,...

Dislikes:

Cooking (ironically), bugs that have this hard shell on them (scared shitless, can't deal with them biches), morning breath, no motivation days, people that don't have their own personality (i get annoyed easily)

so yeah idk if this is too long or short or whatever.

I'd be happy if you would match me but if you don't feel like it that's totally fine love <3 don't stress, take ur time.

Hi 🪩Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

You and Shoto are the “intimidating but actually just reserved” couple of UA. People are often too scared to approach you, especially when you’re together but once they get to know you, they enjoy your company.

Shoto loves the more goofy side of you, especially since it brings out his sillier side as well. He feels honoured that you’re comfortable enough with him that you feel you can let that more private side of you out.

Enjoys watching tv with you and just relaxing in general. He doesn’t mind what you get up to, as long as you’re spending time together.

Shoto’s surprisingly good at motivating you when you’re struggling to find the energy to do anything. He’s been there before and knows how annoying it is.

Gets rid of bugs for you. He’s happy to either take them outside or just kill them depending on which you would prefer. If it’s a particularly large bug, he might baulk a bit but he’ll push his own concerns aside to help you out.

[kamipyre]

hyuk, meet your co-worker aka the biggest paper vandal in the LAPD ( ft. @jeoseungsaja​ )

They called him the Grim Reaper of the Violent Crimes Unit.

Which in any other field would sound morbid, but in their line of work, it really means he’s competent: a stand out amongst the other detectives. 

This is also the reason Detective Lee Hyuk ( Hyuk Lee, Suki has to remind herself- it’s still strange, how Westerners put their personal names before their family names. Thankfully, the norm here is to refer to one another by last name- ) has been invited to work with the LAPD temporarily. Apparently, the LAPD’s been having a dearth of competency, so perhaps having a ‘competent’ detective, focused on doing his job and nothing less would encourage the same for the rest of the department.

( Although again, Suki would like to point out, INCOMPETENCY is just the tip of the iceberg these days- if detectives, prosecutors, and even forensics deliberately altering evidence indicates anything. That and the nickname ‘Grim Reaper’ sounds ominous even if their line of work frequently shakes hands with death. She wonders what Ray and Mister Godot might say on this. When the word first got out, her first instinct was to peek outside of her pile of papers, mouth opening to ask- and then she remembered. Oh yeah, that’s right. Neither of them works at the LAPD anymore. )

She drops the bin by the entrance to Detective Lee’s cubicle ( it used to be Ray’s ) before grabbing his paperwork aka a pile of PAPER BIRDS. And then, she knocks on the wall and steps inside. “Detective Lee? I’m with the LAPD forensics department. I, um, have paperwork for you.” Which she then quickly drops into his arms. She folded them during her lunch break, having been ANTSY. Introductions are still nerve-wrecking when she just thinks about the staring she’ll get. And then she bows, hair falling over her shoulders. Is that how they’d do it in South Korea?

“Nakamura, sir. We’ll, um-“ She looks up and her hands fidget. Paper. She needs paper. “We’ll be working together, a lot. I think.”

[coconutcordiale]

do not disturb

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

warnings- 18+ only minors DNI, what's a plot never met her, explicit protected piv sex, lil corruption/innocence kink, choking (pls look up the correct way before doing it), hangman's dirty mouth, size kink (if jake doesn't have a big dick I'm staging a revolt), brat tamer hangman if you squint, inexperienced ish reader (tried but I'm a hoe so idk if I managed it), no kink negotiation here (talk to your partners first irl), safewords not explicitly stated but I promise this is consensual af, excessive pet names, exasperated sleepy friends to lovers

length- 4k this was supposed to be like 1k I don't know blame hangman

an- this is just smut w lil fluff sprinkles. i'm a hangman girl (read: I'm obsessed with glen powell) so I felt some type of way about being mean to him in tailspin & that's why this now exists. also idfk what this even is sorry! hope it's not terrible ok ily bye

Technically, it’s the middle of the night. 

That’s why you’re burying homicidal urges when you hear knocking on your hotel room door. 

Urges that increase tenfold when you open it to see Jake Seresin, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly in an old Navy shirt that looks way too soft for your sleep addled brain to deal with right now. 

“Hangman,” you greet drily. “Why the fuck.”

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you’re not unhappy to see him, per se, but it’s well past acceptable social hours. He’ll have to forgive your less than enthusiastic welcome. Part of you thinks you might still be sleeping.

He at least has the decency to look sheepish for waking you up. Well, about as sheepish as Hangman is capable of looking. “Coyote said he was bringing someone back to our room. Can I crash with you tonight? Everyone else is either hooking up or dead asleep.”

Fucking weddings. 

You narrow your eyes. “What if I have someone here?”

He smirks and you kind of want to slap him. 

A testament to your willpower, you sigh instead, briefly wondering if it’s really that bad to force him to sleep in the hallway, before opening the door and stepping to the side. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he drawls, letting you feel the heat of his body as he passes by you, just a touch too close for comfort.

“Cool pjs.” He smirks again, raking his eyes up and down your colorful matching shorts and shirt set. 

“Bite me.”

Hangman smiles good-naturedly causing you to idly wonder if anything has ever bothered him in his entire life. 

“You’re real cute when you’re tired,” he says instead of being offended and now you’re debating if you actually should slap him, or maybe yourself for the way his compliment brings heat to your cheeks. 

“Where’s Phoenix? Thought you were sharing a room with her this weekend.”

Your stomach drops as you consider that Phoenix might be why he came to crash in your room, and you try not to make a face at its betrayal. 

“She’s probably in your room with Coyote,” you deadpan to cover up your discomfort, and then relish in the way his mouth drops open in surprise. “Christ, aren’t you supposed to be smart, Hangman? I’m kidding, she met someone at the reception.”

You know you’re being a little more abrasive with him than normal, but you can’t quite help the jabs that come out when you’re feeling uneasy. 

And Hangman does nothing, if not make you very, very uneasy. Especially like this, with his blonde hair soft and flopping all over his forehead, that old t-shirt clearly having been shrunk in the wash over the years straining across his chest, riding up a little high above his sweatpants. 

The gears are clearly turning in his head, no doubt forming something witty to gain back the slight upper hand you’ve gained in this verbal sparring. 

You should be preparing yourself for whatever he’s about to say that’s sure to make you lose your footing. But he looks like a goddamn sleepwear model like this, mellow and soft and cuddly, eyes drooping a little from tiredness and the whiskey he was sipping on all night, clothes begging to have someone’s hands fisted in them and…okay. Stopping that train of thought right the fuck now.

Nothing but danger lies down that road with a girl like you and a guy like Hangman.

You’re contemplating if you could get away with taking a cold shower when he finally looks around your room, its distinct lack of two beds apparently killing whatever comeback he had on the tip of his tongue. 

“I can sleep on the floor.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck again and his uncharacteristic awkwardness is starting to make your skin itch. 

Message received, Hangman. We both know I’m not your type.

You’ve seen the girls he usually goes home with. Even if every single one of them wasn’t annoyingly beautiful, you already know where you stand with him. For all intents and purposes, you’re just another one of the guys. Sure, you don’t take a different conquest home every other night like the rest of them, but you banter and compete with them like buddies. 

And since you and Hangman are just buddies, you roll your eyes for appearances. “Just get in the bed, Seresin. It’s huge, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.”

He shrugs, like he’s giving himself credit for his half-assed offer and goes to pull his sweatpants off. You give him a withering look of disbelief, studiously avoiding looking at the way his boxers stretch over his muscular thighs. 

“It’s one hundred degrees in this room,” Hangman defends himself. “I can’t sleep in pants, I’ll die.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, considering just sleeping in the hallway yourself and ending this torture. “Is your penchant for drama genetic? Are your sisters like this too?”

He just gives you a dazzling smile in response, and you spin away from him before everything inside you melts. 

Turning the thermostat down, you shoot an evident you’re welcome stare in his direction, but his sweatpants remain in their place on the floor. He’s laid out on the bed, all tanned skin and muscle, arms crossed behind his head in a way that’s surely meant to draw your attention straight to his biceps. 

Deep breath, you tell yourself. You can do this, just lay down on the other side and don’t be weird. 

You get in and pull the covers tight, hoping the shiver that runs through you as the air conditioning kicks on isn’t noticeable. 

“And I’m dramatic,” Jake huffs, getting under the blanket and rolling closer to you. You tense, merely out of reflex and a frown creases his eyebrows almost imperceptibly before he gets comfortable on his side, pulls you into his arms. “Relax, sugar. Just trying to keep you warm, since you’re always so cold. Been told I’m like a furnace.”

By who?  You want to snap at him, but instead you swallow the words and lean into his chest. He really is warm. 

“Would never do anything you don’t want me to,” he mumbles, but there’s a trace of a chuckle in his voice that feels like he’s making fun of you.

Mocking aside, that's definitely true.

You'd never expect him to do any of the things you want him to, either. There's a reason your apprehension stems from you crossing some sort of invisible line with him in your bed and not vice versa.

"I know," you whisper, not trusting yourself to say much else without divulging all the thoughts about him you've buried deep under your comforter at home.

“How come you didn’t ask anyone else to come up and keep you warm?” Jake teases, after a few moments of silence where you were busy focusing on the whirr of the air conditioner and trying to ignore your pounding heart. 

You squint, still kind of wondering if he can feel your pulse racing. 

“The curly haired guy, from the wedding,” he supplies helpfully to answer your confused expression.

Oh. You’re surprised Jake noticed you talking to him at all. “It’s not like I wanted to sleep with him. We were just chatting.” 

“Well, he definitely wanted to.” You’d love to imagine there’s a hint of bitterness in his tone, but you know that’s just wishful thinking.

“That’s not really my thing,” you say quietly, as if he doesn’t already know. He knew enough to know you wouldn’t have anyone up here with you, after all.

It’s so much easier, laying here in the dark, not having to meet his beautiful green eyes, to be honest. All your jabs having melted into smooth, silky edges at the warmth of his body.

There’s a playful lilt to Jake’s voice again. “Sex?”

You smack him lightly on the chest. “One-night stands. I can never get comfortable enough with a stranger to have a good time, things are just better for me when it’s more involved.”

When there’s feelings, you don’t say, because you’re pretty sure he can put two and two together without you having to spell it out.

You still kind of wish you hadn’t said anything, are kicking yourself for admitting that out loud when he cuts through the anxiety of your internal monologue.

“Nothing wrong with knowing what you want, darlin’.”

“It sucks sometimes,” you admit. “It can be a little lonely.”

“Better than being with the wrong person if it’s just going to make you feel bad.”

Part of you wants to roll your eyes and scoff at him, as if Casanova Jake Seresin has any idea what that feels like, but he’s rubbing small, comforting circles in between your shoulder blades and it’s short-circuiting your brain. You find yourself running your fingers up his spine instead, playing with the soft threads of his t-shirt like you’ve wanted to since the moment you saw him at your door tonight.

“Feels nice,” he comments, pulling you in closer.

Spurred on by his praise you keep going, wandering down his back to where his shirt rides up. You look down and see that little strip of blonde hair that disappears into the waistband of his boxers, slung low enough that you can see that stupid Adonis belt on his abs. Your hand moves to the front of him of its own accord, tracing the ridges there, brushing dangerously close to the strip of elastic at the top.

Jake’s arm pops up so he can support his head with his hand, looking down at you imploringly. “What’re you playing at, sugar?”

You take your hand back like it’s been burned, cheeks suddenly hot as you realize you’d gotten carried away. “I’m sorry, I just—I didn’t think about what I was doing. Got distracted.”

He’s definitely smirking, you can practically feel it in the air above you, but you’re sure as hell not going to look up and see that self-important grin for yourself.

He pulls your fingers back to his stomach, and you can’t help but immediately brush them over his happy trail. The dusting of blonde hair surprises you a little, having expected Hangman to be too vain to leave any hair around that might distract from his physique.

You’re silently wondering if he has any hair on his chest when he catches a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You see his green eyes darkened, studying your face for something. You’re not entirely sure what.

Apparently finding what they’re looking for his expression softens, the hand supporting his head going to brush hair away from your face and you break eye contact, feeling small under his undivided attention. His fingers hover for a second, like he wants to do something more, but go to rest on your pillow instead.

“Thought that I had you pegged wrong all along for a second there, using lines to get in my pants. That’s not really my thing,” he mimics, smile twitching at the edges of his lips.

“Oh, I’m—Jake, I’m not—” you stutter, certain you must be bright red now. Your fingers are playing with the hem of his t-shirt, nervous and fidgety energy working to get released.

I’m not like this, you want to say. I’m not like you.

He exhales audibly, looking down at you, at the cherry blooming on your cheeks, at where your dainty fingers pluck at his shirt. His hand clenches once in the pillow above your head, knuckles practically white, before releasing.

“I know, sweets, was only joking. Fuck, I get that you’re a good girl,” he breathes, strained like he’s barely holding it together. “S’why I always want to ruin you.”

What.

Everything inside your mind shuts off.

All you can hear is the humming of the air conditioner, the slow intake of air into his lungs. Something inside you clenches.

You’re fairly certain a sound that closely resembles a whimper breaks from your throat, but you can’t know for sure, since all thoughts have been erased from your brain.

You hear him suck in a sharp breath, breathing in and out evenly for a couple seconds, regaining control, before he speaks again. “Sorry, sweetheart. Shouldn’t have said that. I won’t, told you I’d never do anything you don’t want.”

You already know that. That’s not the problem. The problem is how many nights you’ve already spent wishing his fingers were on you instead of your own. How many nights you've spent biting back his name, too embarrassed to let your lips form the syllables of someone who you were certain didn’t want you.

Now, though, those walls of certainty seem to be crumbling at every edge. 

“What if I want you to?” You ask quietly, barely above a whisper. It almost gets stuck in your throat, but you force your lips to form those words and let them leave your lungs.

Jake’s entire body goes tense.

But then he rolls over, putting you on your back and caging you in with his arms.

“You mean that?” He’s looking at you intensely, so intensely you might be frightened if you weren’t distracted by the weight of him on top of you, by every single scorching point of contact between you. 

All you can manage is a nod, eyes starting to glaze over as he fills every inch of your vision.

He chuckles. “Guess that’s a yes.”

Jake ducks his head to kiss you, it’s sweet, sweeter than you ever would’ve expected from him. Sweeter than you thought it would be when you were hiding beneath the sheets in your bed, with your fingers on your clit, choking back his name. 

But then he slides his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss as he tangles a hand in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you moan straight into his mouth. His lips move down to ghost over your neck, across your jaw. 

And suddenly his words are hot in your ear. “What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to ruin you? Tell you about all the times I’ve thought about taking you apart?”

Your thighs clench together, heat blooming in your stomach and you notice, all at once, how wet you really are, slick pooling between your thighs under the wispy material of your sleep shorts. 

You open your mouth to say yes, desperately trying to find your voice, to find your familiar jabs so you can go toe to toe with him like normal, but all that comes out is a squeak. 

His hand stops at your neck, just briefly, thumb rubbing on your pulse point. And it turns every last bit of you in you to sweet, sticky, melting caramel. Your breath hitches, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whimper.

He’s not even doing anything, not really, but your mind immediately latches onto what he could be.

Jake’s eyes go wide for just a second before something wicked glints in the thin ring of green left.

“Thought you were so fucking innocent,” he grunts, running his thumb from your pulse point to your jaw and back again. You bring your hands to his, pulling him closer, silently asking him to press down.

You open your mouth to respond, but you don’t know how to explain. You may not do this kind of thing a lot, but you know what you like. Your imagination has certainly run wild enough times.

But any words that might’ve been readying themselves to leave your lips wither into nothing the moment he squeezes your neck.

“Jake,” you gasp, words breathy underneath the fingers around your throat. “Jake, I…”

“Hmm, what’s that, sweetheart?” His hand relents a little so you can answer, but you immediately wish he’d tighten his hold again.

“Yes, Jake,” you whine. “I want you to ruin me.”

And you don’t know what’s come over you, if you were even an ounce more present in your own body you’d probably be embarrassed.

But Jake’s head drops next to his hand at the crook of your neck, and he makes a strangled noise, the moan reverberating through your skin. 

“Jesus,” he mutters against you. “Trying to kill me, sugar?”

You don’t have an answer for that because you’re not trying to do anything, you just want more.

Your fingers are still grasping his hand, the one still around your neck, tightly, like you’re scared he’ll pull it away, leave you to drift without his grip to ground you, to remind you this moment is real. It’s actually happening. 

He lifts his head up to latch his mouth onto yours again and it’s heavier, so much more desperate than before. You whine into him as he slides his hands down your body, pushing up your shirt and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it, that you’re more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life and you’re both still fully clothed. 

He peels your shirt up and over your head, letting out another obscene groan at the sight of your bare chest. 

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. 

You fist your hands in his shirt in answer, tugging upwards, figuring fair is fair. You’re trying hard not to blush, not to show how his approval makes you light and fuzzy. He grins and sits back on his knees, pulling his shirt up and over his head, ruffling his floppy hair in the process. 

Lips parting unconsciously, your tongue flicks out to wet them. You knew he was built, but it’s overwhelming, really, to have all that tan skin on display just inches from your face. You get to run your hands up the length of his entire chest now though, leaning up so your fingers can dance through the tuft of blonde hair near the top.

Jake pushes you down on your back, firm, into the pillows. Smiling deviously when you pout and immediately clench your fingers in the sheets beside you, when your thighs press together, seeking some sort of relief to the ache between them. The seam of your shorts presses just right against your center, and you let your head fall back with a soft moan. 

Something akin to dangerous flashes in Jake’s eyes, as he hooks his fingers in your shorts, pulling down in one swift motion and tossing them off the bed before you can gain any more pleasure from the thin material. He pushes your legs apart and groans at the sight of you, glistening wet for him. “God, sweetheart, look at you.”

Just when you think you might die if he doesn’t put his hands on you, if he doesn’t touch you, if he just keeps looking at you like that, like he wants to devour you; he swipes a finger up your slit, tip pressing lightly, teasingly against your bundle of nerves. It’s too much, but not enough all at the same time. He slides a finger in, curling it exactly right on the first try and you can’t help but keen, throwing your head back into the pillows.  

He sucks in a sharp breath at your reaction, eyelids going heavy as he presses rough figure eights on your clit. “Want to get my mouth on you, get my tongue inside that gorgeous pussy, but I can’t wait, darlin’, been thinking about this for too long.” 

Warmth blooms in your chest at the realization he might’ve imagined this even half as much as you have. You’re sure you’re smiling like an idiot. 

Reaching down to the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulls a condom out of his wallet, and you want to tease him, presumptuous much? But any semblance of thought goes out the window when he pulls his boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth is suddenly, immediately sandpaper dry. 

Fuck.

Of course he’s huge. No one with an ego as colossal as his doesn’t have a reason, or several to back it up.

You don’t even hear yourself saying it out loud, don’t even realize the curses forming on your tongue, until he grins, eyebrow raised, chest puffed out in pride. “Think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

It takes you a few moments to answer, to figure out that you should answer, since you’re transfixed on him, on the strong fingers rolling the condom onto his length. If you had any sense of self-preservation at all you might be genuinely worried about his question, about not being able to walk tomorrow. 

Hopefully you don’t sound as winded as you feel when you tell him to shut the fuck up. 

Before you can bother with any stupid survival instincts, you’re pulling him down on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist, savoring the grunt it draws from him as his tip reaches your folds.

“Love it when you’re mouthy, darlin’, nice little challenge for me,” he promises, before pushing himself inside of you. 

He goes slow, tortuously slow, and you screw your eyes shut tight as your walls flutter trying to adjust to him. You don’t notice you’re on the verge of a sob until he brushes your hair back from your sweaty forehead. “Just a little more, sweetheart, you can take it.”

The stretch of him seems to go on forever, just on this side of agonizing, but way too good for you to care about the pain, too good to be real and you can barely focus on anything else. Can barely hear Jake’s molten honey voice repeating a slew of continuous praises in your ear, can barely register the weight of his body covering every inch of you. 

Any moment now you’ll wake up in your bed at home, covered in sweat, grinding into your bed, achingly alone. You’re almost certain of it.  

But then you feel his lips on yours again, hand holding your cheek, gentle, affectionate as he bottoms out. When he finally moves, the heavy, slick pull of him in and out of you reminds you that you’re here. 

You don’t even recognize yourself, mewling, long string of unintelligible noises tumbling from your lips. 

Jake practically preens. “Where’d my feisty little brat go? That all it takes to shut you up, sugar?”

You can only hope those were rhetorical questions because he’s hiking your legs over his shoulders, picking up the pace, new angle hitting that spot deep inside you again and again, and you can’t form a single thought, let alone words. 

Jake’s fingers find your center again and press against your clit in heavy, decisive circles, winding that coil in you tighter and tighter. 

“So close,” you whimper, fingers tearing at the bedsheets.

He smirks. 

“Did I say you could come, sweetheart?”

Your jaw drops in surprise, eyes rolling back and ears ringing, mind engulfed in the heat burning in your belly. 

He’s still grinning smugly as one of those large hands comes back to your neck. 

You whine, high-pitched and breathless, eyes fluttering closed, gripping the hand around your neck as he applies pressure, desperate for something to hold onto, and you think you’re trying to form words, some of them may even be making it out of your mouth, something along the lines of please please please, let me come, Jake, I can’t, JakeJakeJakeJake…

“So pretty all fucked out like this, stretched around my cock.” His gaze is fixed on where he’s plunging in and out of you, tone almost reverent. “It’s okay, sweetheart, come for me, wanna feel you, want…”

You don’t hear the rest because you’re focused on where his fingers dig into the sides of your neck, tipping over the edge, string of lights inside of you tangled and blowing a fuse. Everything bursts all at once and you’re clutching Jake’s arms so hard you’re positive you’re leaving marks, but it doesn’t matter, you don’t care because you’re in a free fall, toes curling in bliss. 

When you come to, you’re just barely aware of his pace growing erratic, hand on your throat loosening as it goes to brush your sweaty hair back from your forehead. His thrusts are getting shallower, mouth spewing a litany of jumbled praises so tight, so wet, so perfect baby, when suddenly he’s arching over you, hands tight on your hips as he empties into the condom. 

You’re not sure you’re still functioning. You’re not sure you’ll ever move again. You’re pretty sure you’ll ever have a coherent thought again.

Distantly you can hear his heavy breathing, feel his weight on top of you but you don’t fully register it. 

“Sweetheart?” He asks when you’ve been silent for minutes, or maybe hours, who knows. 

You look up at him, blinking slowly, eyelids made of lead, vision unfocused.

Jake grins, and it's almost boyish. It's annoyingly cute. “That good?” 

That cuts through the haze enough that you kind of want to slap him, for the arrogance littering those three little words. Or yourself, for helping his ego grow any bigger. 

As it stands, you’re too dazed to actually do either. You nod, silently burrowing your face into his neck. He chuckles again, and you decide maybe you don’t hate that teasing sound that much, maybe you’ll spend your days trying to elicit it from him as often as possible. You’re still thinking about it when he peels himself off you to clean you both up. 

When he settles back down, he pulls you in tight, curls around you in a way that should be uncomfortable, like he’d crawl inside your skin if he could. 

+

Jake is still glued to you when you wake up in the morning, and your heart clenches too affectionately to be irritated by the fact that you can’t really move. Or breathe. 

But you take one look at the smirk on his face, the mischievous glimmer that seems to linger even in his sleep and the butterflies in your stomach turn to stone.

You don’t think he’s that much of an asshole, you’re pretty sure the bravado is all a front. That he wouldn’t do something like this, knowing how you operate, without any intention of moving forward, but the anxiety still thrums incessantly beneath your ribcage.

You’re lost inside your own head, fighting the panic rising in your chest when he yawns, rubbing his eyes before tucking himself back into your side, impossibly closer.  

“Guess that fifty bucks I gave Phoenix to find somewhere else to stay was a steal,” he mumbles, fingers dancing across your bare skin. 

It’s his turn to pat himself on the back as your mouth drops open in shock. 

Jake grins, eyes sparkling as he presses a kiss into your hair. “Good luck getting rid of me now.”

[intertwinedtears]

HSWKSHBSBS I SEE ONLY FEW VYN STANS HERE PLS DO MAKE ONE BUT THE NUMBERS ARE YOUR CHOICES OF WHAT U WANT AHIEEHWKIS🤸🤸🤸

mdni or you’ll fail your exams ◉‿◉

pairing: vyn x fem!reader warnings: hella self-indulgent, pet play, some sub!vyn & dom!reader, unprotected sex a/n: sorry if this is messy i wrote the first half while tipsy and the second half while sleepy

"you're sure that i can ask for anything?"

"of course, darling."

as you brought out the box that was hidden in the depths of your wardrobe, you could tell that vyn was beginning to regret his decision.

though his expression remained calm, his golden eyes seem to regard the box in your hands with distaste as you lifted the dusty cover off.

"it's okay if you don't like it, i'll ask for something else," you say, crestfallen, upon hearing vyn sigh audibly.

"no no, i'm just... surprised," vyn quickly protests, "i never knew you had such preferences."

your gaze flicks towards the fluffy white cat-ears headband and matching collar with a bell attached. pristine and ready for use.

you shake your head and reach for the cover, ready to throw the entire box and its contents into the trash.

"i'm sorry, i'll think of something else-" you begin to say, but you're interrupted as vyn steps forward to hold your wrist in place, preventing you from reaching for the cover.

his free hand extends to caress your cheek as he smiles gently at you.

"i'm a man of my word," he tells you before picking up the headband and sliding it on.

you can only marvel at the sight as vyn adjusts the headband to sit comfortably on his head, the fluffy white ears complementing his silver hair perfectly.

the joy you felt was greater than anything you had imagined.

"what a pretty kitty," you coo, as a bright grin breaks out across your face.

"i guess it's to your liking?" vyn asks.

"very much so." you pick the collar out from the box, the bell jingling noisily with your movements.

"can i put this on you?" you hold out the collar for him to see.

there's a beat of silence as vyn stares at the collar. you watch as his eyebrows twitch, his gaze reflecting the conflict stirring within him.

you're about to suggest doing away with the collar when your boyfriend drops to his knees, pinning you under his sweet gaze as he calls out for you.

"please put on the collar for me," he pleads with his honeyed voice.

his voice sends a shiver running down your spine as desire spiked in your chest.

you've wanted nothing more than to have him like this for the longest time.

silently, you unclip the collar and place it around his neck, securing it loosely to prevent accidental choking.

"how is it?" you ask vyn as you cup his face with your hands, lifting it so you could see his expression clearly.

the silver-haired man hums agreeably in response. "the collar is very well-made."

"that's good."

you don't bother with asking any more questions as you begin to rid yourself of your clothes.

"stay still, kitten. i'll be taking my reward now," you smirk as you pushed him down to lay flat on his back.

"can i at least take my clothes off?" vyn asks, to which he receives a light slap to his inner wrist.

"shh, kittens don't talk," you warn as you climb onto his lap, situating your core right above the growing bulge in his pants.

you revel in the pure satisfaction that rushes through your veins as you watch vyn turn bright red, his usual composed expression nowhere to be seen as his cheeks flamed scarlet.

"m-meow."

"that's a good kitty," you say as you lean down to give him a brief kiss, tongue tangling with his messily.

you quickly remove his straining cock from its confines, holding his thick length with one hand as you knelt above him, aligning the pink tip with your fluttering hole.

a dazed smile makes it way to your face as the head pushes past the tight ring of muscle, your walls clamping down relentlessly as you inched yourself further down his length until you felt his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside.

the bell on vyn's collar jingles noisily as he squirms under you, hands resting obediently by his sides as his eyes stayed focused on where the both of you were connected.

"you look so adorable like this." your glance at the fluffy white ears protruding from his head, which sends another wave of arousal through you as your pussy clenches around his cock.

"fuck, you're killing me," vyn rasps, golden eyes widening with surprise as you begin shaking your hips, each movement eliciting a heavy slapping sound as you slid his cock out, leaving only the tip in you before slamming your hips downwards.

your thighs burned but as the pleasure flooded your system, you could only continue fucking yourself on his cock as you chased your release.

your head spun as you fell forward, lips latching onto vyn's neck to suck a dark mark onto it.

"please," you hear vyn say in between moans.

"please let me fuck you, i'll make you feel good."

you smile against his skin, feeling his dick twitch in you as his hands begin wandering up along your thighs before landing on your hips.

you were surprised he managed to hold out for so long.

"go ahead, kitten," you say as you tug on his collar. "make me feel good."

the grip on your hips tightens as vyn chuckles, allowing you to pull him into a sweet kiss as you relinquish control over to him.

a high-pitched whine escapes from your mouth as vyn starts fucking into you relentlessly.

he pauses for a moment to plant his feet on the floor, before resuming his harsh thrusts, you jolt in tandem with his movements, eyes rolling to the back of your head as vyn bullies your sweet spot.

you can only moan and take what is given to you as your kitty holds onto you tightly, keeping you in place. his bell sounds out ceaselessly, mixing into the harmony of yours and vyn's sounds of pleasure.

"v-vyn," you gasp his name as your orgasm rips through your body leaving you shaking and convulsing.

vyn continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts slowing down until you feel his warm seed flood your womb.

your moan is silenced as vyn grips the back of your head, pressing your head down to cover your mouth with his.

as you feel the aftershocks of your orgasm fade away, you lean away to break the kiss, watching a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his with hooded eyes.

"my good kitty," you murmur as you stroke his forehead, brushing away the stray hairs stuck to his damp forehead. you reach out to fondle the fluffy cat ear, smiling as you did so.

"yes, i'm your good kitty," vyn responds, playing along naturally as he guides your hand away from the headband.

"but next time i want to see you in a collar," he says as he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, branding the promise onto your skin.

[slutdery]

Swimming in the money like royalty.

make a wish series.

A series (for each member of the unit) about their lines in make a wish (english version).

pairing | jaehyun x fem!reader

genre | smut, fluff (ig)

words | 2.2k

warning | exhibitionism, fingering, mature content, sex without protection (use condom pls!), degradation (just a little bit), dom!jaehyun.

author’s not | my native language isn’t english, so if there’s something wrong with anything i wrote tell me and i’ll edit it...

You had a pretty busy life, running all over campus everyday. It was actually really boring until the weekend arrived. Every weekend you traveled to Itaewon with your best friend, after all you needed to escape from your reality sometimes. Always the same routine: You get in Itaewon, meet a new girl/boy and tell them lies about yourself. You know it wasn't something nice to do but you couldn't stop doing it, after all it was pretty fun being someone you weren't.

Walking through the streets of the 'City that never dies.' trying to find a good club to go with your friend. After finding one you got on the line waiting for your time to enter. It was several minutes waiting with lots people behind and in front of  you, but finally it was your turn.

🌟

It was so crowded and the music was so loud that you could feel in your heartbeat, making you wanna just get out of there, but you didn't. You wanted to at least try to enjoy the night, but god there was so much people bumping into you.

"Drink. It'll make you feel better."

Your friend told you while giving you a cocktail, you took it from her hand and drank all of it in seconds.

"Like hell it would."

A song that you really liked started playing 'Finally something to enjoy.'. You walked through the club stopping next to the bar so you wouldn't have to walk to get the drinks, and it was a lot easier to dance since there weren't many people around. Dancing to your favorite song with your friend, your hips moving to the sides while passing your hands through your waist 'Tonight i'm a bitch.' you thought and made your moves even sexier. Maybe it was the drink going to your brain already or just you wanting to escape your 'Good girl' life. Your eyes met a interesting guy propped against the wall. He had a sharp face and thick cheekbones, his cupid bow's were the definition of perfection. He was looking at you as you moved, all of his attention on your body motions. Your moves stopped as the music changed, it was a really bad one that you didn't even wanted to hear it. You ordered a drink on the bar and drank a little bit as soon as the bartender gave the order to you. You didn't find the pretty guy when you looked at the place he was, he simply disappeared in the middle of the club. 'He was cute.' you thought and kept drinking the cocktail.

🌟

It got way more crowded than before and people started bumping into you again, it was so uncomfortable to the point that made you just leave the place. Your friend was still inside enjoying with some girl she met, of course you didn't wanted to disturb her so you just left. You stayed in the front of the club and closed your eyes as you felt the cold wind kiss your supple skin, it was so good the way that you felt free. You heard someone cleaning their throat and opened your eyes to look at the person, for your surprise it was the good looking guy from before. His face lighten by the streetlights made him even prettier than inside of the club. His face proportions was amazing, you were speechless. "Godlike" was the only thing that left your mouth while your eyes studied all of his face.

"Sorry, what?"

You got your hands to your mouth as soon as you realized that you said it out loud, but he just giggled making you feel comfortable with the situation. He had a cigarette on his nice lips. The smoke reached your face when he let it out, making you cough a little.

"You think i'm Godlike?"

"I wanna kiss you."

His eyes widened when he heard what you said. He wasn't expecting hearing such a thing from you, cause you didn't seem like a shameless girl. You didn't know if he was thinking about what you said or not, cause his face carried no emotions at all.

"Then be about it if you gonna say that shit."

"I mean it."

You took a step ahead and held his wrist bringing him closer to you. Your face was close to his that you could smell the mint of his menthol cigarette, it was such a nice scent.

"Oh, slow down there. I don't think this is the perfect place for this."

"Yeah?"

You smirked at him making his ears turn red by the sexy action. You placed a kiss in the tip of his pretty nose and stepped back to the place you were before.

"There's a park next to where we're, we could talk more comfortable there, if you want. Of course. My name is Y/N."

"Oh, i didn't know there was a park near. Yes, we can go there. My name is Jaehyun."

🌟

You were sitting on a bench with a awkward silence that made you feel like he didn't wanted to be there, but he surprised you getting closer to the spot you were sitting, suddenly putting his hand on your thigh. You gasped from the sudden touch, making him regret what he just did. But he didn't moved his hands, cause he was too afraid it would make the whole situation even more awkward than already was.

"I don't think this is something i need to tell you, cause i don't like bragging about myself. But i need to break the silence in some way. I'm a prince."

"Oh, seriously? How didn't i recognized you? I'm so dumb, oh my God."

He caressed your thigh, passing his thumbs slowly in the skin. He had soft hands and a lovely touch, besides his hands were pretty too. Veins jumping through his skin, making you think of what would it feels like having his fingers inside. 'No! You just met him, come on.' you washed your thoughts away and got back to paying attention to what the prince was saying.

"So every weekend i run away from the big house and come to Itaewon."

"Oh, i do almost the same, but without the 'Run away' part. I live alone actually so i don't have to ask for anyone's permission."

"I wish i had your life."

"And i wish i had yours."

His fingers moved for the first time, getting slowly closer to your groin, his hand spread your legs a bit, making you feel the cold wind in your clothed pussy. That sent shivers down your spine, his soft touch made you realize how wet you already were. His hands tracing your inner thigh, until he stopped next to your panty. His fingers palmed your clit at a slow pace through the fabric, as you felt the sensation of the touch you let out a moan in protest. He wasn't rushing to do anything, calmly stopping his motions and pulling your lingerie to the side. Now, the chilly breeze directly into your cunt, making you close your eyes and sight. Back again with his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin, but now without anything on the way, you felt a moan leaving your mouth as he started moving faster. His fingers sometimes teasing your entrance, until he finally entered his middle finger inside. He made it harder for you to hold back the moans when he pulled another finger, curling the two of them into you, touching the tip of it on your spot. One moment the two of you were making eye contact and the another one you were kissing. The kiss wasn't awkward at all like all the first ones should be. His perfect lips against yours while his fingers were inside of you, you let out heavy breaths into the kiss. Your hands moving until it reached his face, pulling him closer, holding each sides of his chubby cheeks. It was warm and perfectly matched, like his lips were meant to kiss yours. He pulled away after minutes kissing, chasing for air. But his hands didn't stopped moving down there, still making you groan every time he curled his fingers more.

"You look so good with my fingers inside you, princess."

His fastened his moved inside, hitting your G-spot so well. Your moans were so loud that he put his other hand on your mouth, making you just shut up. You felt a knot being made on your stomach, you were so close to get what you wanted but he stopped. Leaving you there without your orgasm, you sighed as you felt the feeling disappear.

"If you want to cum you better beg."

"Can you please just fuck me?"

"Here?" He widened his eyes thinking about the offer in such a place. The place you choose hadn't many people around, making just the two of you on that side of the park. But still it was something to be afraid of, but that aroused you even more.

"Yes, here."

"So needy, angel."

He got his fingers out of your hole, making you gasp from the sudden move, cause all of his motions were slow and calm. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling it just a bit down, he did the same with his underwear, revealing his hardened cock. His dick wasn't big, nor small. He had a pretty pink tip and lots of veins jumping through the skin, just like his hands. You got up from where you were sitting and stood in front of him, waiting for courage to do this on a public place. You quickly knelt on the bench, putting your legs on each sides of his body. After finding an comfortable position, you grabbed the basis of his dick and slowly sat on it, finally feeling the head of his cock entering you. His length invading your hole, making you form moans every time his dick entered more, finally all of it was inside.

"Move your hips like you did when you were dancing, baby."

You waited until if felt comfortable enough to move, resting your arms on his shoulders. You started wiggling on his lap, his dick was so deep inside of you that lots of moans left your mouth, it was so hot doing it on a public place. Your moves were calm, feeling all of his length on you, making you so vocal.

"You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

His hands reached your waist helping you move better. Yours otherwise traveled from his shoulders to his hair, forming a little ponytail with his medium hair, then pulling his head closer. Face so close that you could smell the scent of his perfume, a sweet fragrance. In response of his piercing gaze on your lips you bit it in a teasingly way, making him eagerly put his lips together with yours. Groans from each side into the sloppy kiss. Your heart was beating so fast, the fear of being caught made you more wet. Always you heard an noise in the middle of the trees you moved faster, thinking of the sensation of someone looking you like this. He pulled his mouth away from yours, getting closer to your neck, with one of his hands he brushed your hair out of your neck and tilted it. His breath against your skin made your whole body shivers. He wet kissed all over it, leaving hickeys too.

"Cum for me, angel" He whispered in your ear biting your lobe and letting out a low moan.

"Can i?" You asked and got your moves faster as you saw that he nodded at you. His lips back to your neck sending you more pleasure. You found a move that the head of his dick started hitting your g-spot, you couldn't hold back anymore, feeling the knot being built again, but now you could let it out. You closed your eyes as you felt the orgasm finally arriving, your walls clenched around his dick, making both let out loud moans. His dick twisted inside of you, seconds later feeling his load fill you, it was so hot being like this. You rested your head on his and left a peck on his lips.

"You look so pretty like this." He told you while caressing your hair.

After some minutes like this you finally recomposed yourself and got out of his lap, letting a groan leave your throat as his length left you. He buttoned his pants and sat beside you again, resting his head on your shoulder and rubbing it like a little kitten.

"Can i get your number? Or princes shouldn't gave this to commoners?" You joked, making him chuckle and shake his head to the sides.

"No, but you're special." He picked his phone from his pocket and gave it to you after unlocking it, you wrote your number and saved as "Princess" giggling at your stupidity.

"I have to go, but my wish is to see you again. Can you fulfill it, prince?"

"Of course, my princess." Both of you laughed and got up from the bench. Leaving one last peck on his lips and walking back to the club to find your friend.

Maybe he was really different, since he were the only one you didn’t lied about yourself.

[disney-imagines]

Hi :D. I would like to request a match up :p!

Physical attributes: 5'1, light skin, wavy dirty blonde shoulder length hair that's usually Farrah Fawcett styled, hourglass body shape with noticable hip dips, not chubby but not skinny, light freckles, and grey-green eyes.

Personality: I have a INFP personality and I'm naturally very sarcastic and have a very adaptable personality. My humor consists of puns, John Mullaney syled humor, and Fluffy styled humor. I'm a Sagittarius ♐. I can be very protective and am very opinionated (but my opinions are based solely off of facts and morals and not what I conclude at first sight) I have ADHD and am very much chaotically organized. Even though I'm pretty chill, I will not hesitate to tell off someone who is being a downright prick. (btw my receiving love language is touch pls I want to be held, I'll reciprocate with any love language) I can come off as brash and brutally honest at first but make no mistake, if you are not feeling well in any sense I will coddle you and take care of you like you're on your death bed.

Interests/hobbies: I enjoy comedy and making people laugh. I am and artist and I enjoy many platforms of art. I love roller skating and ice skating. I also very much enjoy horror and psychological horror. I am a foodie and love all kinds of food!

Dislikes: While we're on the topic of food, I hate seafood, it's the one food i won't eat. I hate people who are cocky. Confident is ok. Just not cocky. Cocky mean you think your better than everyone else. Confident is knowing you're doing good but not necessarily better than everyone else.

Sexuality/Gender: I'm very confident that my sexuality is Abrosexual. I'm not really attracted to gender, just the person. However I don't have a pin on my gender. I do have pronouns tho! Literally anything but she. I'm ok with they/he/it/zem/whatever. Just not she/her. I'm ok with dressing fem tho-

~sorry if it's way too much :'D, if it is you don't have to do it lmao I think i went overboard~

oh wow hopefully I didn't miss anything here but I ship you with... Elsa!

Elsa appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor to match her own, and  while she’ll groan and complain whenever she hears one loves a good pun. She loves when someone is opinionated and will be there if you ever need someone to rant to. She may take a bit to adjust to wanting to have physical contact but she’ll eventually warm up to it, especially after seeing how much you enjoy it. Plus ice skating with her is an absolute blast!

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | eight

> series masterlist | series playlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.6k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy and slight possessiveness, making out

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ @thebeebi​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Should we go to that charity event the school is holding on Friday? It sounds kind of fun." Ryujin sipped on her drink, while you went through your closet, showing her different outfits over the facetime call.

"What's it for again?"

"I don't remember, but the Golden State Warriors dj is going to be dj'ing. He's pretty good."

"Yeah he is. I mean, I'm down, especially if it's for a good cause."

"Okay, I'll grab us tickets when I head to campus."

"You're not even gonna ask Jimin or Tae?" You chuckle.

"Why would I? They do everything we do, they don't know anything outside of us." You shake your head.

"Cut them a little slack."

"Boohoo, they'll say yes regardless. Bring Jungkook!"

"I mean, I'll ask, but I'm not gonna force him."

"Oh quit, I'm sure he'd be happy to spend time with you." She looked at you through the camera. "K, let me see that outfit."

"He said casual." You showed her your outfit in the full length mirror.

"Absolutely, yes! You're fucking hot." She squeals, automatically solidifying your outfit for tonight. It, thankfully, wasn't too cold in the Bay today, so you throw on a grey distressed denim mini skirt, a low-cut light grey longsleeve, a belt and some heeled combat boots. You ruffled and fixed your hair a bit until you were satisfied with your look, picking up the phone once more to turn your attention back to Ryujin.

"Thank you."

"No problem, babe. I hope you have fun! Did he say where you two were going?"

"Nope, it's apparently a surprise."

"Ugh, I love him already." She gushes, causing you to shake your head. You dabbed a bit of lip gloss and pressed your lips together to spread it out before spraying a perfume cloud for you to walk through. Sooner or later, knocks came at the door.

"Okay, I think that's him. I'll talk to you later?"

"Call me as soon as you get home. I want to know how big his dick actually is."

"You're sick. You sound exactly like Tae, you know that?"

"We're not talking about him."

"Love you, bye!" You abruptly hang up on her, unsure of why the hell you deal with her and Taehyung's crude comments. You grab your bag and open the door to see Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers. He peeks his head over the bouquet with the cutest smile you have ever seen.

"Hi." He slightly scrunches his nose and pulls you into a hug. Goddamn, does he smell good. "These are for you." He hands you the bouquet.

"Jungkook, they're beautiful. Thank you." You take it into your kitchen and place it into a vase really quickly before stepping out. You eye him from head to toe, and boy is looking like a whole ass meal in the denim outfit he has on. Like, who in the world could pull off this outfit like that?

"You look amazing." You blush. "If you ever get cold, just let me know, alright? I can spare my jacket."

"You're so sweet."

"Just want to make sure you're comfortable." He shrugs. "You ready?"

"Depends on what you have up your sleeve."

"Nothing extreme, if that's what you're thinking." He laughed. "I hope you enjoy it, though."

"Thanks for planning all of this, by the way."

"No biggie. I'm just glad to finally spend some time with you." He does a little run to open the passenger car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. Immediately, he gets the car started and turns up the heat to make sure you're comfortable. The radio is softly playing Zayn's sHe, with Jungkook softly singing along.

"Wait a minute," You chuckle. "Do you sing?" He smirked.

"Maybe."

"Hey, that's not fair. Sing louder."

"No, now I'm shy." He chuckled.

"Why? It's just me."

"Yeah and I just wanna impress you and not make a fool out of myself."

"You won't! Please." You pouted, making him shake his head.

"Ugh, Y/N. That's going to easily become a weakness for me if you keep pulling that pout." You keep pouting. Eventually, he gets over himself and starts to sing a little louder than earlier, causing your heart to flutter at how angelic he sounds. He ends up laughing towards the end and shrugging it off, his cheeks tinted with a rosy tint as you shower him in compliments. Swoon. You were so into the moment that you didn't even realize Jungkook was taking you across the bridge to San Francisco. You and your friends don't come to the city much, strictly because there's too many goddamn hills, parking is expensive as fuck, there's too many one way streets and people just get crazy as hell [like crossing the street when it's not time to walk?!]. It was a little calmer back home and that's all you guys needed. You watch as he parks the car effortlessly on a steep hill before coming over to your side to open the door for you.

"Whew, that's gonna be a workout later." You look back at the steep hill that you're gonna have to climb after eating dinner, you assume.

"Don't worry, I got you." He laughs. There's actually a lot of people out for a Tuesday evening that you end up hanging onto his arm to get navigate the random sea of people. He walks into Brenda's French Soul Food - nothing too fancy, but nothing too casual. The waitress brings you both towards the back end of the restaurant and out into the patio, where there are christmas lights hung around the fence and outdoor heaters posted. He pulls out your chair before sitting himself down, the waitress putting down your menus and cups of water.

"Ohhhhh, my god." You say with heart eyes looking at the menu. You had heard about this place from so many people, and you were impressed that Jungkook was able to score reservations being that it's always so busy due to its popularity. "I'm so excited! I've been wanting to try this place."

"Goodjob, Jungkook." He says, patting himself on the back. "If you're happy, that's all I could ask for." The waitress comes back to offer recommendations, which you both include in your orders in one way or another. Although packed, the restaurant was able to pump out orders quickly and efficiently so you and Jungkook weren't sitting around for too long without food.

"So, how's Jin in class?" You almost choke on your food even though this is something you should have expected. You really wanted to avoid speaking about him tonight, but you knew it was inevitable being that you were out with his brother.

"Um, he's alright."

"Just alright?" He rose his eyebrow and chuckled.

"No, sorry. I mean, he's a really good teacher. Definitely better than our last professor. Everyone in class loves him."

"That's cool. Yeah, he's really smart and wise. I've always looked up to him."

"How long has it been?" You weren't sure how to ask the question, but Jungkook understood what you were asking.

"I was a sophomore in high school when my mom met his dad." You're silent for a moment, allowing him to continue on if needed. "I had a really hard time at first, you know? The whole stepfather thing. My anger was moreso directed towards my mom and my stepdad for awhile. But Jin helped me out a lot. He helped me come to terms with my feelings about everything and he stuck by my side, always had my back whenever I got into arguments or bickered with one of our parents." You nodded, suddenly feeling guilty even though you and Jungkook weren't a couple.

"So, you two are really close." He nodded.

"Yeah, we are. I really don't know what I'd do without him. He's taught me a lot and helped me grow. Plus, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have been around too. They treat me like their own little brother.”

"That's sweet. It's nice to have that kind of relationship with your sibling and their friends." You chuckle.

"It is." He nods. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin." He laughs.

"From the club, right? I met your friends, they're fun people."

"They're too much, honestly. I'm the only child, but we've all been stuck to the hip since freshman year in college."

"That's cool that you guys have been together since then." You give him a toothless smile. "I think it's pretty awesome that you guys are tackling grad school together too."

"Initially, we all had different plans, but Jimin had some big goals for himself including grad school, and it played a huge role in my decision to do grad school, too. Then Ryujin followed, then Taehyung."

"Cute."

"Speaking of friends, there's this charity event at school on Friday." You look up at him, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Uh huh?"

"And I was wondering if you wanted to come along with us. They really want you there."

"That's sweet. But, what matters the most is that you want me there."

"I wouldn't be inviting you if I didn't, right?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Touché. Of course I'll go with you, beautiful." He does a small nod before sipping his water. "Should we show up in matching outfits?" He joked, causing you to snort.

"Honestly, that seems pretty entertaining. Cute, and entertaining."

"I'm down if you are." You stuck your tongue out playfully.

"I'm game too."

"Let me know what you're wearing then."

"I will, whenever I figure that out."

"Take your time. Just know you'll look good in anything." You blushed. You both continue to talk over the remaining bits of your food before Jungkook calls for the check. You watch as he scribbles his signature onto the receipt before standing and sticking his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. While exiting the small and crowded restaurant, you hold onto his hand, feeling him grip it tighter as you both successfully make it out. The night isn't too cold, and you sure as hell knew it wouldn't be after you conquered the hill that Jungkook parked on.

"Fuck." You say as you stand on the street, eyeing the steep hill in front of you.

"Come on." He says, slightly bending down for you to hop onto his back.

"Ouu, I don't know if that's a good idea--"

"Y/N, I promise it's okay. Come on." He laughed. Hey, if he was willing to do this, then why not? You hop onto his back, his arms wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, while you clung onto his neck. "See, not so bad, right?" He says, sprinting up the hill, making you laugh and hold onto him tighter.

"Shit, I am so sorry. That was probably a workout. Right after we ate, too."

"Nah. It wasn't anything." He scrunched his nose. On the way back over the bridge, Jungkook is heading towards Lake Merritt. You both are singing along to songs and joking around about topics that pop up here and there. When he parks his car, you notice a whole crowd of people gathered by the lake, which was a little unusual for this time of night. He grabs your hand and gently caresses the top with his thumb as he walks you over towards the crowd. To your surprise, you realize people are gathered here for a water lantern festival. Your eyes light up, making Jungkook smile at how excited you look.

"Jungkook, what the hell! How did you know about this and I didn't?" He shrugs.

"I have my ways." He says, his voice low and deep. You playfully shove him before you make your way over to grab lanterns to decorate. You and Jungkook sit off in a more quiet, calmer part of the lake, silently decorating your lanterns and writing your wishes along with it. What exactly did you want to wish for?

Happy friends, happy family. Happy you.

Whatever happiness meant to you.

To have Chance look over you.

Jungkook is done pretty quickly, but he waits for you to finish, not questioning what you've written since he figures it's a private matter. He shows you his lantern and his cute little stick figure drawing of his family and friends. You giggle, watching him gently lay his lantern in the water, giving you leverage to do the same with yours. You stand closely to him, his body providing you some warmth as you watch your lanterns float off into the lake and illuminate the night along with the others.

"Ready? We have one more thing to catch." He snakes his arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze. You simply nod, following him back to his car. He takes you about 30 minutes away, exiting and pulling right into a lot two street lights down from the exit. He pulls up to the ticket booth, buying 2 tickets for Tenet at the drive-in movie. You squeal and clap in your seat excitedly, also not knowing this was still around.

"Did you really do your research to plan this date?"

"Yes and no? I've been here before, and I thought it would be fun to take you. The restaurant and the lantern festival though, yes." He parks his car as instructed, turning the radio to the correct channel in order to hear the audio. "Wanna hop in the back so we have more room?" You nod, getting out of your seat just to hop into the back. He leans over into his trunk, grabbing water bottles and assorted gummy candies for you to snack on in case you wanted some. "I hope you're having fun so far."

"I am." You respond softly.

"Okay, beautiful. If you say so." He chuckles. He moves the driver and passenger seats forward so that you both have room to spread your legs a bit. At first, Jungkook made sure to give you enough space so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, but over time, you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to his body until he had his arm draped around your shoulder, while part of your body rested on his. His hand gently caressed your arm, occasionally sending goosebumps through your body at how soft his touch his. You glanced over, admiring at how focused he was on the movie. He must have felt you looking at him because he quickly looks over and blushes as he nibbles on a gummy worm. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just cute how focused you are."

"Damn, are you not into it?"

"I am, but it's kind of hard to follow sometimes."

"Yeah, it's definitely one of those movies." This time, his gaze on you is a little longer than before. You don't know what takes over you, but you plant a kiss on him, making him smile into the kiss. He doesn't say anything, but proceeds to rest his free hand on your neck, pulling you close and into another deep kiss. Your hand grips onto the side of his shirt, your tongues slowly fighting for dominance. The sounds of wet kisses fills the car and tunes out the movie audio. You can feel the moment intensifying, both you and Jungkook letting out breathy moans in between kisses. Suddenly, the thought of Seokjin quickly flashes in your mind, the past nights you've spent with him and the nasty shit you both have done to each other.

You lightly gasp as you pull away, but it wasn't obvious to Jungkook that something had disturbed your peace.

"Sorry, I—" He tries to save face just in case he was in the wrong about something.

"No, I just— I wasn't expecting it to get that intense." You lied. You knew damn well.

"It's okay." He chuckled. "I would never rush you into anything, Y/N. Okay? We can take this slow." He gives you a genuine, warm, reassuring smile that causes you to swoon. Why the fuck was he so good? Just why? How was this even fair right now?

All you do is simply smile and lean back onto him. He's back to caressing your arm and shoulder, giving you small pecks on the top of your head every now and then to reassure you. Part of you wondered if this is what Seokjin had taught him over the years - how to properly love a woman and be a gentleman. But then, that quickly fades when you remember the situation you're in with him.

Well no, you're not in anything with him. You needed to stop doing this to yourself.

When the movie ends, you both climb back into the front seats to make your way back home. You feel the exhaustion hit you, all the fun and adrenaline you felt today slowly come crashing down. Jungkook parks in the passenger loading zone, throwing on his hazard lights before walking you up to your apartment.

"Jungkook, thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it and had a ton of fun with you."

"I'm glad." He cups your face and gently places a kiss on your forehead. You weren't satisfied with it though, so you tippy toe as you hold onto his hand and kiss him on the lips. He leans into the kiss, deepening it for a quick second before pulling away. "Let me know the details about Friday, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight, beautiful." He smiles and licks his lips as he watches you walk in, feeling utterly content with how the day went. You feel the same way, smiling to yourself as you throw your bag onto the floor and prance into the bathroom to get ready for bed. You felt the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought about Jungkook and his smile, or his soft lips against yours.

Butterflies that kept your mind off of—

[jin] 10:04pm: Are you still with Jungkook?

You roll your eyes at the text. You hadn't pulled out your phone all night, so you're also seeing the numerous messages from your friends in the group chat, too.

[jimin] 7:45pm: have fun tonight, Y/N!

[taehyung] 7:50pm: ^ ditto. use protection, young lady

[taehyung] 7:50pm: think about mr. kim's feelings

[ryujin] 7:56pm: taehyung kim, shut the hell up. do you have anything better to do?

[jimin] 8:01pm: i really hope she doesn't pull out her phone during the date -__-

[taehyung] 8:05pm: lmfao you guys, chill out

[taehyung] 8:06pm: i'm sorry y/n, im just kidding. have fun tonight and be safe, love you

[ryujin] 8:10pm: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME Y/N! i wanna know deets, remember! and ask him if he wants to join us on friday!

Unbelievable. Your friends were unbelievable, and that was an understatement. You don't respond to the group because you figured you'd call Ryujin in a bit and update the boys over the week. But to Jin's text - fuck.

You were literally just tucking him away in the far, far, far dark, deep depths of your mind.

[y/n] 11:38pm: I was, but now I'm home.

[jin] 11:39pm: Yeah, he just texted me back. Sorry.

[y/n] 11:40pm: It's okay.

[jin] 11:43pm: Okay. Have a good night.

He hates this. Why the hell would you do this to him? Grace is upstairs sleeping while Jin is trying to clean the kitchen up like he promised. Suddenly, his phone goes off, signaling a call coming in.

Jungkook.

"Hello?"

"Oh shit, yes! You're awake!" Jin chuckles a bit.

"How was the date?" Not only was he asking out of curiosity, but wanted to know how you were doing during the night. Completely none of his business but he couldn't help himself.

"God, she's fucking amazing. A-and-and beautiful." He yells into the phone excitedly. "She's so exciting. I can't wait to take her out again. I just wanna keep spending time with her." Jin is pretty unamused on the other line. Thank God he isn't on Facetime so he didn't have to fake this facial expressions hearing about Jungkook's feelings for you. "S-she- I mean, we kissed."

"Oh?" Jin asks, tongue pressed against his cheek. What the fuck.

"Yeah, we were making out during the movie. It got pretty intense, but it didn't get any further than that. I didn't wanna rush her into anything."

"You think it could have escalated?"

"Yeah honestly, but I wanna do right by her, you know?" Jin can tell how serious Jungkook was starting to become about pursuing you, and he had never felt more competitive until this day. He just wanted you to himself, and he wanted to be the one to kiss you and make you feel things you've only dreamed about.

Not his brother.

He, too, wanted you just as bad. If anything, more.

"It sounds like it was a pretty successful first date." Jungkook is beaming through the phone, he didn't have to see his face to know that.

"It was. It was such a good night." Jungkook chuckles. "By the way, I'm going to that charity event on campus on Friday. Are you and Grace going?"

"Probably not."

"Well, if you both are free, you should swing by. It'll be nice to see Grace."

"Yeah, I'll ask and see what's up." Jin sighs. "I should probably get to bed, I'm pretty tired. I'm happy to hear the date went well, kid."

"Thanks, dude. I'll talk to you later, get some rest."

"You too." Jin hangs up the call, silently hitting his fist against the kitchen counter as he lets out a deep sigh. More than ever, he wanted to keep you wrapped around his finger. He wanted to keep you there, no matter how selfish that sounded. There was no way he was going to let you unravel.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Can I pls have a genshin matchup? I'm an Asian who uses she/they pronouns and an Aquarius and INTJ. My sexuality is bi demiromantic. I'm 5'0 with tan skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.I'm bilingual. People say I look intimidating and unapproachable since I don't smile or talk much around strangers but I try my best to be polite and nice.I'm very introverted and shy. I'll need to warm up to people but when I do, I will surprisingly be energetic.

I consider myself a fair, open minded and laid back person most of the time. I like to seek out my friends' company when bored. I either ask them to do something wholesome or something they are afraid of with me. I'm down to do anything with my friends. I'm hardworking if its something that interests me. I'm very creative but can't seem to make my ideas into reality mostly due to lack of resources or motivation. I'm kind of a pacifist but I will fight if pushed too far or my loved ones are endangered. I'm a patient person but when fed up I become moody and snappy.

My friends describe my  sense of humor as dark and cursed. I can be mischievous and chaotic but still reliable and smart.My hobbies are baking,gaming,art, true crime and supernatural stuff. I express my love with gifts and quality time more than physical affection but I'm ok with PDA. I tend to bottle up my sadness and anger. If I'm mad at someone they get the silent treatment. If its something then I isolate myself. If I'm sad then I'll rant about it. My ideal type is someone who I can trust with my life,someone I've known for a long time, very respectful of my boundaries and protective. Sorry if its too much info. Thanks in advance and stay safe💗

Don’t even worry about length; I’m good for it.

So Xinyan, right? I know it’s a bit out of left field, but I think the two of you would get on well. First off, she totally gets that idea of being seen as a bit intimidating; it happens to her all the time too, and it sucks, but you get used to it, and the two of you could totally be scary together if you wanted. She would probably have to be the one to approach, but she’s used to having to go out of her way to get people to talk to her so that’s a non-issue. One of her best qualities is her ability to match and then top your energy. What, you’re going to make lighthearted fun? She’ll roll with that. You’re going to make jokes that earn a few nervous laughs at most typically? She’ll shoot something right back. In regards to the creativity thing, throwing ideas at the wall together is never a bad time according to her, so she’s more than happy to just ramble on about this or that, and who knows if some of your ideas may strike inspiration? In regards to your bottling emotions up, it’s possible that it could cause a bit of strain on the relationship, but she’s also prone to being emotional and honesty and communication is important in any relationship; if anyone can get someone to open up about their feelings and passions without being overly pushy, it’s Xinyan. And don’t you worry; Xinyan is more than capable of having your back if shit goes sideways. It’d be a little rocky in the beginning— you guys would have a couple challenges to overcome— but it would be a mutually beneficial relationship and that’s what matters in the end.

[ailowvyu]

hiiii, i was every exciting when you open request, and wondering if you could give me a haikyuu match up, pls ?

imma pan and go with she/they pronouns, my hight is about 5'2 to 5'3, with shoulder-length black hair and eyes are the same color as hair, too. i have a typical asian skin but with a bit more fair. i'm a pisces sun and scorpior moon , and i'm a infp/9w4. i'd say my kins are miya osamu, suna rintarou, elsa ( god i'm gay for her ) and ieri shouko ( jjk ).

people told me i'm an emotional and sensitive one and super-duper lazy ass, but also very sensitive and easy to understand others, a good friend to confide in. i'm a reliable person, they say. i cant be angry or mad for a long time, pretty jealous when someone can, heh. i like to go around to jokes and say shits with my bff ( in case that my bff drag me to ).

quite erratic , sometime i could be can't get out of my bed and lay all day doing nothing and feel empty but i could be very energetic af and then soon losing 'em and start lazy again and it keep swap places all day until I go to sleep lmao.

not an outsider, i like to stay home and chillin' in my bed with comfy stuff, love to get in my safe zone, cozy clothes, with lots of stuff things, listening to my favorite playlist, draws and writes things that i want and deeply into my dreamy thoughts. a rainy day it's perfectly, too. i get interested in weird stuff, like dreamcore or stuff like that. but what about activities require a lot of energy? nah thanks, i don't have enough energy for them.mostly to be able to immerse myself in the fantasy world in my mind and social avoidance. I want to be noticed and also not, at the same time, weirdo. i used to overthinking when i was alone, better now. and sometimes i feel like a walking piece of trash hehe, full of negative shiet.

i love to drawing, mostly to draw off my imagination, 'bout a word where i can be when reality is too cruel. and also listen to music, bc too lazy to find some typical songs, i just listen to playlist ( mostly suna's 'cause those songs they pick for him just perfectly fit mine ) in all genres or anything that just pop up.

I rarely show my emotions, usually just a blank face or a joking face with " bro, chill " attitude, and always looks exhausted with eye bags.

i don't usually get along with people who i rarely interact to, just needs close friends and that's be enough. my love language are quality quiet time and physical touch, netflix and chill will be a perfect date for me.

thank you so much, i really appreciate if you do it for me, have a good day and stay safe 🤲💗 ( sorry for my bad english too, it's not my first language :( )

Match Up ->

okay thank you for requesting, btw you are so nice. please don't expect to much from my match up cause i'm so nervous when people request a match up. i gave you 2 characters because i can't choose between them, enjoy :D

Kozume Kenma :

since kenma is an intp, based on mbti compatibility diagram you guys are match. i thought about kenma when you said you like to stay at home and chillin' in your bed, Kenma will also like to be with you and cuddle you in bed. you guys will have a nice comfy time and a nice quality quite time while listening to your favorite music playlist.

maybe sometime kuroo will ask kenma to excercise with him, but kenma would rather be with you all day because he don't have enough energy for it. Kenma will take you for a date at home. you guys will watch netflix together, maybe while snacking. I can imagine how nice it would be to sit/sleep in a soft place while watching your favorite movie with the people you care about. (Honestly, I want something like that too)

Suna Rintarou :

you guys will have a lot of fun when Suna drag you to jokes and say shits, you guys have the same vibes. i can imagine for example when you are in a public place, you guys will stand on the corner of a wall while holding your phone because you guys prefer a quiet place.

I can also imagine if you go on a date at home, usually you often tell stories about your fantasy world, your imagination, share exciting stories because I also know how evil and boring this world is. i can also imagine that you guys are popular without realizing it, but if one day someone bothers you because of your popularity Suna will try to stop it. when you are haunted by negative energy, Suna will try to pull it out of your body with activities that are fun but don't require a lot of energy.

i think thats all for your match up. i am really really sorry for my sucks idea. i feel like i'm ruining it. thank you for waiting, stay save and have a wonderful day :D (also u can request me again if u want)

[animatedarchives]

Congratulations on 400 followers 💘 if ur matchup event is open pls cld i request a haikyuu, mystic messenger, and bha matchup?i'm a 5 6' female with dark short hair and dark eyes. My close friends say i'm smart. observant, and playful. I love reading, sleeping, writing, psychology, debating, conspiracies, running track, and listening to music. i don't trust many ppl due to past betrayal and have trouble expressing emotions to others and sometimes distance myself. ☽ 1/2

hi darling!!! thank you for waiting :) i hope the length makes up for it (sorry its long ><) enjoy!!

i match you up with...

tsukishima

tsukishima can seem very intimidating and unfriendly on the outside, especially with his occasional snide remarks, but he truly is a softie at heart, especially when it comes to you. he’s not one for too much PDA, just like you, but he shows his love through small actions like reminding you of what homework is due tomorrow, waiting for you at the school gates so you can walk in and out of school together, and actually listening to the songs you recommend to him so he can let you know if he likes it. he finds your intelligence very attractive and loves to have sarcastic banter with you. he also appreciates your intellectual conversations, especially when it leads to a debate because he loves to see you all fired up. you also share mutual interest in conspiracies and psychology, and your conversations are never boring. tsukishima can remain calm under pressure and despite his sometimes antagonistic attitude, still carries a certain air of respect around him. it takes a while for you guys to fully trust each other given your past experiences with betrayal, but because of that you are able to understand each other on a much deeper level. your openness towards him encourages him to return the favour and although things might be shaky at the beginning, but it eventually steadies out and the love that blooms between you two over time is nothing short of beautiful.

and...

mirio

mirio has all the qualities that attract you to a guy: he’s respectable, courageous and is able to keep calm under insane amounts of pressure, all of which are the traits that make him such a great hero. however, he definitely has his cheeky side and he never fails to make you burst out laughing at his silly antics and strange sense of humour. you are both very playful and energetic and you always put a smile on his face when he comes home from a long day of training. mirio is very independent and mature; he’s not overbearing and will give you space if you need it. he loves running with you and is always asking you if you want to run a few laps with him around the track. mirio knows that although you may seem cheerful on the outside, you struggle to express your emotions well and have issues trusting others. he never forces you to do anything and always wants to make sure you’re comfortable. he always reassures you that you don’t have to share if you’re not ready but you always end up telling him because with him, you feel safe. mirio is your biggest support and his comforting personality encourages you to take a leap of faith to trust people more. he’s by your side every step of the way, praising you when you overcome even the smallest of obstacles. “i’m proud of you, baby,” he smiles before he hugs you and kisses your temple. you never feel unloved when you’re with him.

and...

jumin

jumin is extremely respectful of you and all of your wishes. he’s not clingy and will definitely give you your space if you need it. that being said, he’s always going to be there when you need affection and he makes sure to give you all the love in the entire world. he loves to spoil you and is always getting you expensive gifts even though you never ask for it. he’s neutral about PDA but he loves to kiss the back of your hand. he’s such a gentleman and is always opening doors for you and paying for dinners, not because he thinks you’re incapable of paying yourself but because he loves you so much and always wants to treat you like the queen he thinks you are. he adores your intelligence and is always asking if you want to join C&R International so that you guys can work together and he can spend more time with you. he always feels comforted in your presence and you being open with your emotions enables him to open up more about himself as well. he always seeks comfort in you when it comes to his father because you understand his struggle with trusting him, and he’s always there to comfort you when you’re down too. jumin may seem cold but once you break past his exterior, he’ll reveal how much he truly cares about you. he realises love is something money cannot buy so he treasures you more than anything in the world, even more than elly.