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bluebutterflytattooed · 1 day ago

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GAME ON

Rugby!Sevika x College Roommate Reader

CHAPTER FOUR

It was the perfect outfit.

You stood in front of the mirror, tilting your head slightly as you gave yourself one last once-over.

Low-waisted jeans? Check.

Red tank top? Check.

Navy blue hoodie? Casually draped over your shoulders.

And, as a final touch…a subtle but intentional peek of black thong strings above your waistband. It wasn’t an uncommon outfit for you; this was normal and comfortable. You were used to outfits like this. However, Sevika wasn’t.

You eaxhaled, brushing your hair behind your ears and smoothing the fabric of your tank top. Okay, step one. Time to test the waters.

Sevika was still in bed, sprawled out on her stomach, one arm tucked under her pillow. It was a rare sight—she was usually up early for workouts, but after a late-night study session (which had included a lot of her groaning over numbers while you tried not to be entertained), she had apparently decided to sleep in.

You grabbed your bag, zipped it up, and—

"Where the hell are you going lookin’ like that?"

You jumped, making a squeaking noise.

You turned to see Sevika shifting onto her side, blinking sleepily but already far too alert for someone who had just woken up. Her voice was still low and raspy with sleep, and her eyes—oh, her eyes—dragged down your body with a slow, deliberate assessment.

Your pulse spiked. You tilted your chin up. "Class?"

Sevika licked her lips, her gaze sticking to the red tank top. "Dressed like that?"

You crossed your arms, feigning innocence. "What’s wrong with it?"

Sevika snorted, pushing herself upright. The sheets pooled around her waist, revealing toned arms and the ink-black strap of her sports bra."Oh, nothing," she said, smirking. "Except for the fact that you look like trouble."

You swallowed hard, willing yourself to keep your cool. "It’s just a tank top."

Sevika hummed. "Mmhm."

She wasn’t looking at your face anymore. It’s like eye contact didn’t even exist.Her gaze lingered on the curve of your waist, the small, barely noticeable peek of black strings above your jeans.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Step one: success.

Sevika exhaled through her nose, running a hand through her still-messy hair. "You got class now?"

You nodded, adjusting the strap of her bag. "Yeah. Ethics."

Sevika stretched, the strap of her sports bra slipping off her shoulder, the one that usually had a mechanical arm attached to it. The arm had been taken off so she could sleep more comfortably. "I’ll walk you."

You blinked. "You don’t have class until eleven."

Sevika swung her legs over the side of the bed, already reaching for the black zip-up jacket hanging on her desk chair. "So?"

You raised an eyebrow. "So…you never walk me to class."

Sevika smirked. "Guess today’s your lucky day."

You knew exactly what was happening.

And it was delicious.

Sevika was already acting different. The outfit had thrown her off—maybe even more than you had anticipated. There was something hungry behind her eyes, something restless in the way she pulled on her hoodie and ran her hand through her shaggy, damp hair, her breathing heavy and her eyes avoiding you at all costs.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

The walk to class was… odd. The October air was crisp, the sky pale blue and cloudless. The leaves along the sidewalk had started to turn shades of burnt orange and deep red, crunching softly beneath your feet as you and your roommate walked side by side.

Or, rather—you walked, and Sevika prowled beside you, hands stuffed into her pockets, shoulders tense.

She wasn’t talking.

She wasn’t flirting.

She was watching.

You could feel it—the weight of Sevika’s gaze as it flickered from your shoulders to your waist to the stupid black strings peeking out whenever you shifted.You fought the urge to smile. This is too easy. You took a sip of the Poppi in your hand, your long nails clicking against the aluminum as you hummed to herself. "You okay over there?"

Sevika scoffed. "You know what you’re doing."

You blinked at her, appearing lost and confused, the very picture of innocence. "What do you mean?"

Sevika narrowed her eyes. "Red. Blue. Black."

You tilted your head. "Colors?"

Sevika huffed a low, almost frustrated laugh. "Don’t play dumb, Y/N."

You shrugged, letting the motion shift your hoodie slightly off your shoulder. "Maybe I just like these colors."

Sevika’s jaw flexed. "Sure."

You reached the entrance of the Philosophy building. Students milled around, heading to their morning classes, but Sevika stood firmly beside you, still watching, still…something.

You turned to face her, adjusting the strap of your bag. "Thanks for walking me."

Sevika exhaled, rubbing a hand over her face. "Yeah. No problem."

She hesitated.

For a second, it almost looked like she wanted to say something—her mouth opened, then shut, her gaze flickering down to the tiny sliver of your waist still visible beneath your hoodie.

Instead, she huffed, shook her head, and muttered, "You’re a menace," before turning and stalking off.

You grinned. So far. So good.

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The dorm was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of paper as you flipped through your notes. Your textbooks were scattered across the floor, strewn in a slightly organized chaos that made perfect sense to you, even if it looked like a disaster to anyone else. You were deeply immersed in your work—analyzing ethics theories, writing down key points, and mentally organizing your arguments for your next paper.

You were, for once, focused entirely on the task at hand, your brow furrowed in concentration.

But you also knew how to play the game.

You had carefully selected your outfit for this session, knowing that Sevika would return from the team dinner in a few minutes. The plan was clear—step two: wear something distracting.

So, you had chosen a pair of grey pajama shorts with little stars scattered across the fabric, the hems delicately trimmed with black lace. They barely covered your thighs, which made it easier to accidentally draw attention to your curves. The top was a white cropped tank that was a little too thin, almost see-through in certain light, and it clung to your body in all the right ways. No bra—just the soft, slight hint of skin beneath the thin fabric.

You knew what you were doing.

You laid on your stomach across the floor, one leg propped up while you worked, the other stretched out beside you. Your glasses were perched on your nose, the look completed by the slightly messy hair you hadn’t bothered to style��effortless, yet undeniably cute. You didn’t need to be overly concerned with looking perfect.

It was working—way too well.

The door to you and Sevika’s dorm opened with a faint click, and Sevika’s voice, deep and slightly muffled, filled the space. "I’m back."

You didn’t even flinch. You kept writing, pretending not to notice the door creak open wider. You knew Sevika was there, her presence was undeniable.

Sevika stood in the doorway for a moment, her eyes scanning the room, the briefest flash of confusion crossing her face before her gaze locked on you. Her breath hitched.

Sevika had just returned from a team dinner, so she was still dressed in her suit—a sharp black jacket and a crisp white shirt. The tie was snug, choking her a bit after hours of wearing it, and she had to resist the urge to tug at it. She wasn’t used to sitting still for long periods in formal wear, and her muscles were still sore from the game earlier. She had been looking forward to changing into something comfortable.

But when she stepped into the room and saw you splayed out on the floor, wearing nothing but those goddamn starry shorts and that tank top, if you could even call it that—well, she completely forgot her exhaustion. Sevika made a noise. A noise that sounded like a groan, somewhere between frustration and desire.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, a guttural reaction before she could stop herself.

Your pulse quickened, but you stayed cool, keeping your eyes focused on the pages in front of them. You hadn’t been expecting Sevika’s reaction to be quite so obvious, but you definitely felt the air shift. The slight flush on Sevika’s face was hard for her to ignore as she shuffled a little on her feet, clearly uncomfortable with how her body was responding to the sight in front of her.

Sevika cleared her throat, trying to act normal. She made a beeline for her dresser, but her movements were jerky, distracted. She was trying, with very little success, to ignore your presence, which was proving to be very difficult. She had been so sure that she could walk into the room, change, and get her mind off of her—off of you. But now, there was nothing but the way your shorts clung to your hips, the way the damn tank top stretched tight over your torso, the outline of your body clearly visible beneath the fabric.

The glasses, though.

It was the glasses.

Sevika didn’t even realize she had moved, but she was standing too close to you, her chest heaving. She reached out to loosen her tie, unbuttoning the top of her shirt in an attempt to cool off, but it was useless. The air between your two felt thick. She had to fight the urge to just—just touch the girl lying in front of her.

You, in the meantime, didn’t flinch. You didn’t even look up. Your calmness, your indifference, was only adding to Sevika’s internal chaos.

She was so distracted.

Sevika wasn’t used to being so flustered. She was used to the attention, the power she had in a room. But with you? With you, everything was upside down.

Without thinking, Sevika pulled out her phone. She had to do something—anything to distract herself from the rising heat in her chest and the increasing moisture in her dress pants. She snapped a quick picture of you, your body stretched out on the floor, the way the soft light from the window made you look even more…appealing.

Sevika bit her lip, staring at the screen for a beat longer than necessary before quickly locking her phone and shoving it back into her pocket.

She looked back at you, who was still completely unaware, focused intently on your notes.

And Sevika? Sevika was in deep.

Too deep.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of standing there, Sevika cleared her throat again, louder this time. "You, uh—need help with that? Your work, I mean."

You looked up from your notes, blinking as if you’d just realized Sevika was there. You smiled innocently. "Oh, no, I’m good. Just studying."

Sevika struggled not to let her gaze linger. She tugged at her tie again, frustration clear on her face. "You sure?" She was pushing it now. She knew it, but she couldn’t stop. She needed to act normal. "You look pretty busy with your notes."

Your lips twitched as you caught on to the edge of Sevika’s tone. You nodded, trying to act casual, as if nothing was happening. "Yeah. I’m fine. Just have a lot to do."

Sevika exhaled shakily. "Alright. Cool."

The air between you two felt charged, and Sevika wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep pretending that this was just a casual interaction.

It wasn’t.

Not anymore.

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The bass of the music thudded through your chest as you stood in the entrance of Mel’s sorority house, scanning the crowded space. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and chatter, drinks sloshing around in hands as people danced in the center of the room. The dim lighting made everything seem a little hazier, more intimate—everything you loved about a good party.

This wasn’t just any party, though. This was the moment where you would put step three into action.

You weren’t just going to sit idly by tonight. No, tonight, you would make Sevika notice. You would make her feel the weight of your attention, just like the plan said.

You adjusted the dark red mini dress you wore, the fabric hugging your body in all the right ways, showing off your figure without being too much. The oversized black leather jacket you had paired with it gave off a laid-back vibe that contrasted against the sultry vibe of the dress.

Mel and Jinx were by your side, each of them wearing their signature looks—Jinx in tiny shorts that should get a public nudity charge and chunky boots, and Mel in a little white dress from somewhere way out of your price range. They looked like they belonged in their own bubble, but you were on a mission.

"Alright, you ready for this?" Mel grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she gave you a playful shove.

You glanced over at Jinx, who had been watching the room with interest. "I guess we'll see." You tried to keep your voice casual, but there was an edge of anticipation beneath it.

You all made your way through the crowd, Mel and Jinx laughing and chatting as you kept your eyes peeled. It didn’t take long before you spotted your target.

Vi, Jinx’s older sister you had flirted with a few weeks ago, was by the punch bowl, her pink messy hair falling perfectly around her shoulders as she laughed with a group of people. You had always been drawn to her—confident, athletic, and undeniably cute. Tonight, however, you were going to push their dynamic further, even if it was just for your own gain against Sevika.

You took a deep breath and walked toward Vi, making sure your hips swayed just a little more than usual as you approached.

"Hey, Vi," you called out, your voice smooth, playful.

Vi looked up, her smile wide as soon as she saw you. "Y/N, hey!" she greeted warmly, leaning in for a quick hug.

You let the hug linger just a little longer than necessary, feeling Vi’s body heat through your dress, before pulling back with a smile. "I was hoping I’d see you tonight. You look amazing."

Vi laughed, a slight blush creeping up her neck. "Thanks! You look stunning, as always."

You eyes flicked to the side for a split second. Perfect. Sevika was standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall with a drink in her hand, watching the interaction between you and Vi with sharp, narrowed eyes. You could feel Sevika’s gaze on your skin, your body, and it sent a small thrill down your spine.

You leaned in a little closer to Vi, letting your fingers brush lightly against the other girl’s arm. "So," you began, your voice low, "what’s a girl like you doing at a sorority party? Doesn’t seem like your, uh, scene exactly."

Vi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something more, a challenge. "I could ask you the same thing." She took a sip of her drink and set it down on the table, turning her body slightly to face you more fully.

You laughed lightly, your fingers brushing Vi’s arm again, a little more intentionally this time. "Maybe I just came here to find someone to have some fun with."

Vi’s mouth curled into a teasing smile, a scar running through her lips. "And who would that be?"

You met her eyes, your gaze steady. "Well, I can think of one person who’s caught my attention tonight," you said, voice a little bolder now. You let your hand rest lightly on Vi’s insanely muscular shoulder, the touch casual, but there was a hint of something deeper in the way you did it. Sure, you were attracted to her, but you didn’t desire her in the same way you desired your roommate.

Vi raised an eyebrow, her lips parting as if to say something else, but before she could speak, you felt a sudden, sharp tension in the air.

Sevika.

You didn’t need to look to know Sevika was watching you. The weight of Sevika’s gaze was like a spotlight on you, making you feel more aware of every movement, every touch. So, you took your time pulling back from Vi, making sure Sevika could see every movement you made.

Sevika stood a few feet away, her posture stiff as she watched, her jaw clenched tightly. The baggy jeans she wore hung low on her hips, and the cropped t-shirt she had on revealed a glimpse of her abs and the sharp V-line that led down to her waistband. Her chest was rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual, and you could swear you saw the flash of jealousy behind her narrowed gaze.

This is it, you thought, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You didn’t break eye contact with Sevika as you pulled back fully from Vi.

"Maybe we’ll get together sometime soon? Hang out someplace?" You said casually to Vi, your voice dropping lower as you stepped away.

Vi’s lips quirked into a playful smile. "Definitely."

With one last wink, you turned and walked away, your heart pounding with exhilaration. You could feel Sevika’s gaze on you the entire time, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The moment you were a few steps away from Vi, Mel and Jinx were already pulling you aside, giggling like schoolgirls.

"Oh my god," Mel exclaimed, nearly choking on her drink as she grinned at you. "Did you see the way Sevika was looking at you?"

Jinx laughed, clapping her hands together. "You were so evil, Y/N! She looked ready to pounce."

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart fluttering with the success of the plan. "I think it’s working."

Jinx raised an eyebrow. "You think? I know it’s working. Sevika is definitely jealous. That was textbook jealousy, the way she was staring. I thought she was gonna kill my sis!"

You exhaled shakily, trying to act nonchalant. "I’m just doing what you guys told me to do. Just following the plan."

Mel nudged you. "Oh, it’s working, alright. Just wait until she really notices how hard you’re pushing her buttons. You’ve got her wrapped around your finger."

Your pulse quickened as you thought about Sevika, about the way she had looked at you tonight, like she wanted to eat you alive. You were so close, you could almost taste it.

Sevika was watching. Sevika was jealous. And soon, you would have exactly what you wanted.

But for now, all you wanted was a drink in your hand.

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The night air felt cooler than usual as you stumbled along the sidewalk, your head spinning slightly from the drinks you’d consumed at the party. It wasn’t like you had planned on getting drunk, but after a few shots with Mel and Jinx, your very low alcohol tolerance had gotten the best of you. You had promised yourself that you’d walk home, but now your vision was blurry, and every step felt heavier than the last.

You should’ve taken a cab. Or maybe you should’ve stayed at the party longer, not trying to be the responsible one. But there you were, trying your best to keep your balance as you made your way down the street, occasionally muttering to yourself, half-laughing, half-groaning.

"Sevika’s way too cute," you mumbled under your breath, your overly- tipsy state making you more talkative than usual. "God, I could just—"

A familiar voice cut through your rambling and groggy thoughts.

"You’re gonna hurt yourself walking like that." Sevika’s voice was low, but clear enough for you to hear it through the fog of your tipsy brain.

You turned your head, blinking quickly as you tried to focus. Sevika was standing in front of you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she crossed her arms. "I swear, you get more reckless every time I see you."

"I’m fine," you muttered, swaying a little as you tried to push past Sevika. "Just trying to go home..."

Sevika shook her head, sighing. "No, you’re not." She stepped forward, effortlessly scooping you up in her arms like you weighed nothing.

You let out a small, surprised squeak, but then couldn’t help but laugh, your arms wrapping around Sevika’s neck to steady herself. "Hey! What are you—?"

"You can’t even walk straight,Y/N. Stop being stubborn," Sevika replied, her voice almost teasing as she started walking with you limp in her arms. "I’m getting you back to the dorm, whether you like it or not."

You snickered, the warmth of Sevika’s arms making you feel safe, though part of you still felt a little embarrassed. "You know... it’s really attractive that you’re carry me like this," you blurted out, your words slurring slightly. You felt your face heat up almost immediately after the words left your mouth.

Sevika froze mid-step, her body stiffening for just a moment. You couldn’t see Sevika’s face, but you could feel the change in your body language. The air between you two seemed to shift. Sevika’s grip on you tightened, her pace quickening as she continued to walk toward the dorm.

"You’re drunk," Sevika said, her voice quieter now, almost like she was trying to hold back a smile. "You’re not making any sense."

But you could hear the shift in Sevika’s tone, and it made your heart race a little faster. Were you just imagining things? Was Sevika responding to you in a way that wasn’t totally indifferent?

"Maybe I’m not," You mumbled. "Maybe you’re just... way too hot."

Sevika didn’t answer right away, but you could feel the tension in her body—Sevika was definitely holding something back. She was holding you closer now, her movements more purposeful, and you couldn't help but lean into the warmth of her body. The sensation made you feel light-headed in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

When you finally made it back to the dorm, Sevika gently set you down on your feet, though she kept a hand on your waist for support. "Alright, you're home. Stay here for a second, I’m getting you water," Sevika said, her voice firm, yet there was an edge of something you couldn’t quite place.

You stood a little too still for a moment, watching Sevika’s back as she turned to walk to the little mini fridge she had next to her bed. The room was spinning slightly, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about what you had said earlier. Your words echoed in your head.

Maybe you’re just way too hot.

You almost regretted saying it, but it had felt so good to just... say it. You didn’t know if Sevika had actually heard it or if the tipsiness had made you bold. Either way, the lingering warmth on your skin from Sevika’s hands made your stomach flutter, and the thought of Sevika holding you like that stuck in your mind.

Sevika came back with a plastic bottle of water, handing it to you carefully. "Drink up," she said, her voice less teasing than before, more controlled.

You took the water, not even thinking twice before bringing it to your lips and sipping. The coolness of the water helped steady you a little, but your mind was still racing. You looked up at Sevika, who was standing across from you, arms crossed, leaning against the counter. Her jaw was set, hard, and her gaze flickered from your face to the floor and back again.

"You should change out of those clothes before you go to sleep," Sevika said after a beat. Her voice was more neutral now, but you could still sense something in it—an undercurrent of hesitation? Or maybe something else entirely.

You blinked, surprised by the suggestion. "What, you think I’m gonna sleep in these clothes?" You said, your eyes wide, though you immediately regretted the flippant tone. "Uh... Okay, fine, but I can’t really reach my closet. Could you...?"

Sevika let out a small sigh, clearly not thrilled by the prospect of rifling through your things, but she relented. "Alright. Just... don’t fall asleep on the couch," she muttered as she went to your dresser.

The room felt small all of a sudden, the air thick with an uncomfortable tension. You hadn’t expected Sevika to actually pick out your clothes, but the way Sevika moved—so carefully, so sure of herself—had an almost unsettling effect on you. You could see Sevika pull a t-shirt out, folding it with deliberate care before turning back to you.

"Here," Sevika said, handing the shirt over. It was a loose-fitting t-shirt, and she seemed to try hard not to look at you too much as she gave it to you.

"Thanks," you murmured, taking the shirt from her and pulling it over your head, suddenly feeling vulnerable in a way that you hadn’t expected. The t-shirt swallowed you—much bigger than your usual size—but you didn’t mind it. The softness of the fabric felt comforting, though a small part of you wondered why it felt so comforting.

Sevika gave you a brief nod and turned toward her own bed. "Goodnight," she said, but her voice wasn’t as carefree as it usually was. There was something softer in it, something that wasn’t quite Sevika.

You crawled into your own bed, pulling the covers up and sinking into the soft sheets. You could hear Sevika moving around the room, clearly preparing to go to bed as well. The door clicked shut, but you couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in your head.

You didn’t fall asleep right away, your mind replaying the moment when Sevika had carried you, the way Sevika had reacted to your teasing comments. Something was different. You weren't sure what, but it was there. And the tension in the air between you two had been undeniable.

After a while, you finally drifted off to sleep, unaware of Sevika’s own internal battle. Sevika lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of you, of the way her scent lingered on the t-shirt you had worn to bed, of the feeling of your soft body close to hers.

What the hell is happening? Sevika thought, frustrated and confused by the emotions swirling in her chest. She hadn’t brought a girl home in weeks. Hadn’t even flirted with anyone, really. Since meeting you, it had been different.

And now, as she finally drifted to sleep, Sevika dreamed of you. The dream was vivid, filled with raw emotions and undeniable tension, and it left Sevika waking up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, body still buzzing with the intensity of it all.

The next morning, you woke with a soft groan, stretching beneath the covers. your eyes blinked open, confused as you looked down at the oversized shirt you were wearing. It was way too big for you, the fabric falling past your hips.

What...

Then it hit you. You weren’t wearing your own clothes. You froze for a second, blinking in disbelief. Did Sevika...

You quickly glanced toward Sevika’s bed, but it was empty. Only the lingering scent of Sevika’s cologne remained in the air, making your heart race.

Had you really just slept in Sevika’s clothes all night?

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HI!!! thank you guys SO much for all the love on the last few chapters

a few things:

- if you noticed some weird names in the last chapter, that is because when i originally wrote this story, readers best friends were OC’s with their own names, and i ended up switching them to Mel and Jinx because i thought that more sense. thank you to @p3t3r-p4rk3rr for pointing out that i forgot to switch their names!

-if you have anything you want me to write or any questions for me, don’t be scared to ask! it would be great to talk to you guys.

love you! -blue🦋

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neeeooon · 8 hours ago

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shut me up ;

25 | y/n protection squad

ft. fem!reader & shidou, bachira, sae, rin, isagi, nagi, chigiri, kunigami, reo, kaiser and ness (mentioned)

cw. cussing, subtly implied suggestive content

“hey, y/n?” bachira asked from his comfortable spot between your legs. you hummed in reply, twisting his growing two-toned hair as you pulled the hair tie from between your teeth. you were having a sleepover since he was on "y/n watch," which was an excuse to sleep in your room and eat your food. “do you like kaiser?”

you choked. “like kaiser? what’s there to like?”

bachira’s back shifted as he shrugged. he was wearing an oversized metal tee that you were 90% sure he stole from shidou. “he’s not bad looking. plus, he’s pretty talented. has a nice voice and can play guitar. i don’t know, he just has a way with women.”

"well, that's..." you didn't mean to trail off, thinking about kaiser's pretty eyes and his smooth singing voice. when you blinked back, bachira was smirking up at you. "shut up," you said as you smacked his shoulder. "now, let me do your nails. you need to stop peeling the polish off!"

"i can't help it! it's fun."

the two of you decided to play some games after his nails dried, which turned into a full-on wrestling match when bachira stole your gaming console. you chased him around your room, jumping from your floor to the bed, breathing heavily with exhaustion. "slow down, damn!"

"you need the exercise!" he shot back before sticking his tongue out to tease you.

falling dramatically against the wall, you sighed and grabbed a white blanket to wave above your head. "i'm gonna make you cry next time," you promised.

bachira hauled you to your feet and handed the controller back. "so competitive! don't let shidou or isagi hear, they won't be as nice as i am."

with one last playful shove, you followed bachira back to the living room to finish your race and call it a night.

masterlist // previous (ch 24) // next (ch 26)

notes -> :)

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joelmillerssugarbaby24 · 2 days ago

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Joel’s Girl- Part 6

THE chapter- if you know what I mean ;)

Chapter 5- In Too Deep

Joel follows you to the bar where you order another whiskey. He grimaces and murmurs something to the bartender before settling on the stool beside you. His gaze is tracking your shoulders, your neck, your face. Heat floods your core once again, the desire to reach out and touch him all-encompassing. You tentatively meet those stern, unwavering eyes as the bartender places a water in front of you. You look at the glass, then Joel who sports a cocky grin and roll your eyes.

“I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing but I actually ordered a whiskey? You know, alcohol?? Not this” you motion to the offensive clear liquid in front of you. The bartender raises his hands in mock defense.

“Just following orders.”

You turn to Joel.

“Orders, huh?”

He shrugs a broad shoulder, smiling, hands resting lightly on his lap.

“You sure like to give out orders don’t you, Mr Miller.” You purr as you slide into the stool right across his. Your knees brush the inside of his thighs, and you place your hands on his lap to steady yourself. He jumps at the contact, eyes scanning the room to note if anyone is watching. You learn forward, brushing your mouth against his ear.

“That’s a coincidence. Because I like to follow them. Do you like to tell me what to do Joel? Does it make you hard?”

He grips your wrist harshly, gritting his teeth so hard it’s a wonder they don’t crack.

“Don’t.” He hisses, jaw ticking, eyes narrowing.

He practically vibrates with feral energy, intense heat rolling off him in waves, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation and something else. Something intoxicating. You inhale the crook of his neck deeply before leaning back and wrapping your fingers around the glass of water. You lift it to your lips and drink. Joel tracks the water that drips down your chin, down down down until it disappears between your breasts. He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes tightening at the corners. The look on his face is desperate. His eyebrows are knit together, his jaw tight- his hands grip his thighs so hard his knuckles are white.

In other words, he’s right where you want him.

Standing, you turn to face him, all innocence and smiles. “Will you walk me home, Joel?”

He blinks, snapping out of his lust-filled haze, clears his throat.

“Sure. Lemme go tell Ellie.”

You watch him saunter off and lean against the bar, sighing. Content. It was only a matter of time now before-

You jumped when you felt a hand slide down your arm- softer than Joel’s. You turn to see Jimmy there, grinning down at you. His usual kind demeanor is replaced with something else- something dangerous. He’s practically leering down at you and you glance around for Joel. He’s nowhere in sight.

“Finally got you to myself.” He slurs, clearly drunk. You smile politely trying to extricate yourself from his grip, but he’s stronger.

“Now that we got rid of the old man, why don’t we go find somewhere quiet and have some fun.” He murmurs against your ear, groping your ass, your hips. You whimper and go to pull away, fear leaping to your throat when his hold remains tight.

“Actually I was just going home-“ you squeak.

You nearly melt in relief when you hear Joel’s strong voice boom like a clap of thunder.

“The fuck you think you’re doin boy?”

Jimmy jumps back, startled and you take the opportunity to slip out of his grasp, flitting quickly to Joel’s side. You grab his bicep.

“Talking. What’s it look like old man?” Jimmy chuckles and leans against the bar.

Joel approaches him then, his gaze so menacing it scares you to look at it. You hoped to never be at the receiving end of Joel’s wrath because it was scary. It was terrible. It was…. It was hot. Incredibly hot. You twist your fingers in your lap, deciding not to address what must be wrong with you to be so incredibly turned on in this moment.

“Watch your mouth boy. And keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” He turns to leave before Jimmy pipes up behind him.

“I think I’ll put my hands wherever I like. An ass like that is begging to be touched.”

You smack a palm to your forehead already knowing what is coming, cursing under your breath. Joel jerks around eyes sparkling with rage and grips the collar of jimmy’s shirt. He lifts him off the floor easily, his biceps flexing, the veins in his hand prominently on display.

“Last chance. Watch. Your fucking. Mouth.” Joel whispers menacingly and your heart stutters in your chest at his tone. Jimmy lifts his hands and nods.

“Yeah ok whatever. Sorry.”

Joel drops him and turns to you, grabbing your wrist before you can protest and tugging you to the door. You follow him, leg twinging in pain from the exertion of the night. Joel stops as if sensing it and turns to you.

“C’mere.” He says, dark eyes softer now.

You obey and when you tiptoe forward and stand before him he reaches down and effortlessly lifts you into his strong arms. You gasp a little, taken by surprise but secretly thrilled to be in his embrace again. One big hand is resting behind your knees while the other grips your lower back. You lean into his touch, nestling your chin on his chest. Looking up at him, you’re once again stunned by his rough beauty. His strong nose, those furrowed brows. The freckles that dot his nose and disappear beneath his shirt. That thick, veiny neck. He grunts, beginning the trek to his house.

“Ain’t polite to stare.” He mutters, lips twitching.

You sigh, resting your chin on your hand. Continue to track every feature as if you were memorizing it, taking mental photographs that you could shuffle through later in the quiet of your room. He glances down at you, meeting your eyes, his soft lips a breath from your own.

“Quit looking at me like that.” He drawls, voice deep and syrupy- dreamy.

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

He grunts shifting you in his arms again.

“Like you want me to fuck you right here in the street.”

You bite your lip, lean your head on his broad chest, inhale his scent.

“Maybe I do.” You murmur, drunk once again on the closeness of him. Delirious with desire. He shudders, gripping you tighter as you approach the house.

“You don’t know what you want, pretty girl.”

You gaze at him, at those eyes that have captured your attention since the moment you first saw them.

“I know exactly what I want. I want you.”

He stops in his tracks, gently placing you down on the porch. His tenderness whenever it comes to you is such a contrast to the angry fierceness you saw at the bar. Your heart squeezes. You run your hands along his shoulders. He refuses to meet your eyes. Jaw clenching.

“You don’t want me.” He finally says, so quietly you almost missed it.

“I ain’t a good man.”

You take his chin in your hands, tilt his face to yours.

“You are.”

You place a featherlight kiss on his nose, his cheek, his brow.

“Now take me inside and let me make you feel good.” You purr against the shell of his ear. He tenses, hands still fisting at his sides.

“Let me make you feel good, Joel.” You plead, kissing his neck now, desperate. Desperate for all of him. To taste him again. To be consumed by him.

You slip your hand in between your bodies and cup his groin and only then does he let out a low gutteral sound and grip your thighs, lifting you. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he kicks open the door, turning to lock it behind him as you lick and suck at his neck.

“Ellie?” You breath between peppering kisses on every inch of his exposed skin.

“Staying at a friends” he grunts, squeezing your ass with both hands, capturing your lips with his own.

You moan happily, long and low when he finally kisses you. Immediately you deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groans, his cock jumping between your thighs and anticipation coils low and hot in your stomach. Finally he reaches the bed -his bed you notice- and drops you into it. You bounce with a giggle and he stares at you, panting. Chocolate eyes glistening in the moonlight that streams through the window, lips swollen and pouty. You itch to have him on you again. You hold your arms out to him.

Slowly, too slowly, he sinks into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you so tightly you can barely breath. He buries his face in your cleavage, leaving sloppy kisses in the dip of your breasts, rubbing his beard on your heated skin, the delicious friction of his patchy beard shooting straight to your core and making your toes curl. You tangle your fingers in his hair.

“So pretty. So fuckin pretty.” He moans incoherently, slurring his words as his hands roam all over you, gripping every piece of you they find. This isn’t gentle, like the other night. This is desperate, lips clashing, moans mingling in the silent house, grabbing hands. You need him with an urgency you never experienced before. You paw at his belt, fumbling with the buckle.

“Joel..” you plead as he sits back on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Look at ya.” He says running a hand down your bare thigh all the way down your calf. He brings your foot to his mouth and kisses it. Then your ankle. Then the soft spot beneath your knee. You throw your head back, delirious with pleasure.

“Such a sweet baby.” He rumbles, his gravelly voice like a physical presence, dragging down your body and sending a new rush of wetness between your legs.

“So sweet for me” he drawls before leaning down to place a kiss on your inner thigh. You push his shirt off his shoulders, eager to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Don’t be a- ah- don’t be a tease Joel, fuck.” You moan, arching your back when he returns his attention to your breasts. He cups them through your dress, running his thumbs along your nipples.

“Fuckin kid thought he could touch what’s mine.” He grunts, gripping your rib cage and pulling you roughly down the bed so your chest is flush with his.

“No one touches these but me.”

His head dips to your breasts again, sucking your clothed nipple into his mouth. The sensations sends your body arching violently, pushing your chest further into his face.

“Yes. Y-yours” you mumble incoherently, dipping your head further into the pillow, heat coiling deep in your belly.

He pauses, slipping a hand beneath your thighs, tantalizingly close to where you needed him most. He strokes languidly.

“Say it again.” His voice is syrupy and sensual, deeper than usual and you shiver.

“Im yours.” You say, desperate now, shaking.

He suddenly sinks a finger into your cunt, burying to the knuckle. You cry out.

“Mine.” He breathes eyes tracking your every movement. He brings his finger to his mouth and licks your arousal off him. The sight is so sensual and filthy. It’s too much. You need more. More more more.

“More.” You plead breath stuttering, cheeks flushed. Mouth open, head falling to the bed and thrusting your hips into his hand.

He hums, circling your clit with a long finger then applying pressure gently. You moan his name. He hisses when he adds another finger and you clench around him.

“So tight. Damn it, baby. F-fuck. Want my cock in you.”

You nod vigorously, crying now, desperate for everything he has to give.

He stands quickly from the bed pulling his jeans down his thighs. His hard cock springs free and your mouth dries at the sight. He’s big. You lick your lips. Why is that not surprising?

He climbs back over you, and your hands immediately jump to his dick, sliding your fingers up and down the shaft. He hisses, head falling to your shoulder.

“No baby, don’t do that m not gonna last.”

You ignore him, reveling in the feel of silky steel beneath your fingers. His desire and the power that consumes you more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever experienced.

He grunts, thrusting sloppily in your hand, sucking on your neck, hands thrust into your long hair. His weight on your body is crushing in the best way, it steals your breath and spurs you on and you wrap your legs around his waist and press his lower back with your heels bringing him even closer to your aching core. The delicious friction of his hard length against your clit almost sends you over the edge and you run your nails up his back, bite his shoulder. He lets out a gutteral growl, gripping your hips bruisingly.

“S too good. M gonna come too soon.” He moans and you gasp.

“Fuck me, Mr Miller.” You slur, visión hazy with lust, eyes lidded. He pulls back to kiss you deeply, groaning into your mouth.

“Taste so good.” He grunts before leaning back on his knees and stroking himself, looking down at you.

He’s a god like this, bronze muscled chest and shoulders on full display- biceps flexing with every stroke. He lines himself up with your cunt and presses in. You gasp when he enters you, clenching around him involuntarily at the welcome intrusion, crying out at the sweet sting of him spreading you. You claw at his shoulders, moaning his name. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls gently, hands on the bottom of your thighs.

“So tight.” He grunts “so perfect f me”

He reaches a hand down between your joined bodies to press on your clit and you come immediately, eyes rolling back in your head and a low moan spilling from your lips.

“Joel” you stutter, mind hazy, pleasure coursing through you in waves as he continues to thrust you through it.

“M gonna come baby. Pussys too good” he grunts, teeth gritted, head tilted back to display his thick, veiny neck.

“Come for me Joel.” You whisper encouragingly wrapping lazy arms around his neck and biting his ear lobe. He shudders and grips your ass tighter, thrusting into you harder and harder, the sounds of your joining bodies the only noise in the quiet room.

“So good. God you’re so good. Want to do this forever” he slurs incoherently placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. He moans low in his chest when he comes, pulling out and stroking himself over your belly, spending himself all over your sweaty breasts. You watch him, thinking you’ve never seen anything so sexy in your life. He stays there, weight on his knees, watching you, eyes unreadable in the darkness.

“M sorry baby.” He admits softly, standing and grabbing a cloth off the bedside table. Your brows knit in confusion, and you run a hand along his veiny arm as he gently cleans your stomach and chest.

“Wanted to last longer.” He says finally, cheeks flushed red at the admission. He’s embarrassed. You grab his shoulders and pull his chest to your tummy, laying his head against your naked breasts. He lets out a small sigh and you smile at the sound. Your run your hands through his soft curls, his heavy breathing filling the silence around you.

“You were perfect.” You say truthfully, running your fingers along his shoulders and then back into his hair.

“Absolutely perfect”

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AHHHH IT HAPPENED!!! Juicy stuff coming up, stay tuned! Love you all!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

#joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joelmiller

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matteoberrettini · 2 days ago

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genuinely hilarious btw how people on twt want soo bad to make matteo a villain in jannik's story or some shit like it's a disney movie. less than a month ago he said they'd talked recently and he's never had anything but good things to say about jannik but to some people it'll never be enough because he made a decision for his career that i understand is hard to digest but it has nothing to do with his relationship with jannik, jannik himself said it doesn't bother him, they both have never indicated they weren't on good terms. like yeah we can't ever really know the truth behind what they say in public, but i think we should stick with what we can see and read, yeah? because making wild assumptions based on nothing doesn't lead to anything good, it's just speculation and i don't see what anyone gains from it?? i think maybe some people need to grow up and accept that they don't know these people. they don't know jannik and what he thinks or feels or who he talks to or who avoids him or whatever. we know what he shows and tells us and that has to be enough because otherwise we go down dangerous paths

#these people don't even write fanfiction they don't even speculate for the fun purpose of writing gay sex #they don't have fun at all they just enjoy making their own blood boil #(jokes aside obviously we shouldn't go too far even if it's done for fun or fanfiction or whatever #there are always lines not to be crossed)#anyway if i can be perfectly honest i think some people just have something against matteo and have for some time #and they JUMPED at the chance of having a “good reason” to say shit about him #now i'm not saying everyone has to like him. and the same thing i said about jannik goes for matteo. i don't KNOW him #but again. i see what he shows of himself and he's quite an open person #and nothing i've seen of him has ever made me think he doesn't give a shit about his teammates and his friends #is jannik his friend? idk man only they can put a label on their relationship if they even want to #but clearly they're on good terms and like each other - from what they've always said as both players and people #and if people want to believe all his words about jannik are empty and meaningless then fine. i personally don't see it that way #because i have no reason to from - again - what matteo has showed of himself over all these years #anyway i rambled but this bothers me a bit #i'm not even looking at this from a ship perspective idc that's just for fun #i'm just bothered by the way people try to skew reality to prove their own theories because they don't like someone #and act like they're some kind of protectors of jannik or something (as if jannik needs it. he's a grown man with people around him who #actually care about and know him)#and then these same people don't even give a crap about people on the tour who are actually bad people. in the most objective sense #petty speculation about who's a friend and who isn't and not even a minute spent talking about the domestic abusers who are THE problem #in this sport. i'm not comparing the two things to be clear i'm just saying it frustrates me that this is how people want to do justice or #whatever the fuck when they could shine light on things that matter. i know i know they're different things #and we all talk about things that don't truly matter all the time #i just think. if you're taking things seriously #take things that ACTUALLY matter seriously. not fucking. matteo's one who didn't send jannik a text because he hates him #like WHY are you wasting time with these baseless speculations and you're being FOR REAL #i understand a bit of like. fun speculation ooooohh who was he talking about 🤭#but there's people in italian tennis spaces online who are actually like serious about this matteo and jannik have fought shit #and they're under every fucking tweet going ON about it. PUT THAT ENERGY SOMEWHERE THAT FUCKING MATTERS !!!!#whatever. whatever

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pompillar · 2 days ago

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Surprise I didn't need anyone to ask for it I love pegging and sharing my opinions! So here's wonderwall the ghouls individually with pegging!

(Minors dni plz y'all, respect the boundaries) This can be read as x reader or MC bc I love our girl and she deserves to enjoy herself too

Frostheim

❄️ Jin ❄️

Disaster man. Good fucking luck pal, and by that I mean getting into his room. Have fun arguing with him before he finally gives up and asks you what the fuck you want... wait what??

He's definitely a bit skeptical. It sounds like a lot of work for something he's not actually interested in... but! If you mention that after the set up he doesn't have to do anything and you'll take the lead he might be more inclined.

Man's a bit shaken by how easily you take charge. Dragging him back to his bed and pushing him down. He's been pushed around by a few ladies before who wanted him. He hated it. But... something about the way you're doing it has him feeling something a little different. If you rip the buttons off his shirt when removing it he's going to be flustered, too flustered to even tell you you better replace that.

Jump his fucking bones. Once you finally slip into his well prepped hole he's trying to cover his mouth and keep from making any noise because he wasn't expecting it to feel that good... I think he's very unaware how powerful the prostate is and I wanna see this man get knocked off his pedestal and humbled.

Blushing down to his chest (that pale complexion makes it so easy to see how much he's affected by what you're doing) Also whines so loud when you call him pretty or praise him. If you know how to work your hips you might be able to make him cum hands free. He would be so embarrassed if he did. And you'd have to tell him it's okay, it's hot, it's cute.

Wait you called him cute? *blushing again* He miiiiight hit you up for this another time when he feels like doing the prep again... Let's be real. He's definitely hitting you up again.

♟️ Tohma ♟️

Augh this guy, what's his fucking angle? Not the time for me to mention how irritating I find him on a personal level. You have to track him down before you can ask him anything. That's going to be half the battle at this point. Just text him to meet up in the vault for tea don't waste your time.

What did you need from him? Oh? You wanna peg him? You'll need to tell him way ahead of time. He's a busy man with a very full schedule and a house full of ghouls that should all be on leashes for different reasons.

The definition of topping from the bottom. I'm pretty sure if he's not in control he'll combust. Handles all the prep ahead of time, still taking your clothes off like he's planning to be the one inside you. Does a little strip tease for you when you call him on it. He's sorry, maybe his tantalizing skin will be enough for you to forgive him?

He has one request of you, use one of the toys that has an insertable piece on your end too. He says it's more fun that way but he will 100% activate his stigma when you least expect it to make that thing vibrate like it's a racecar. Snarky bastard just smirks at you when you realize what's happening. Hopefully you can focus on pounding into his tight ass while that thing is buzzing like crazy.

He's also not very loud but he definitely gives you directions, harder, faster, a little more to the left. Very bossy, very smarmy, very rewarding when you finally get him to the breaking point and he has a hard time getting his words together. Oh once he cums he's trying to pull himself together as quickly as possible but you catch the little slip ups in his speech. Bitch you can't hide yourself forever in there, come out of the mental box you're in by choice.

If he's been thoroughly fucked he won't even have the energy to go have a smoke. Let him rest for a while before he has to go back to being the jack of all trades around Frostheim. You will definitely be doing this again if he has any say in it (he has all the say)

⚔️ Lucas ⚔️

This boy... I wasn't expecting to enjoy his so much but he's a sleeper hit.

Luca is a true gentleman, as soon as he hears you have a question for him he's setting aside time just for you. He is nervous as all hell when you mention it, like okay he knows what it is it's not uncommon in England. Has he ever done it? No! I mean not that he's opposed its just not... something he's ever thought of having done to him.

You'd have to guide him with prep and hold his hand through what you'll be doing to him. Even if he thinks it's embarrassing I think he would want you close for every step. He needs someone to be steady as he loses his sense of control.

It's your room hands down, he wouldn't be comfortable at his dorm. Also Kaito would lose his shit if he saw you going into Luca's room at night. Speaking of Luca looks so cute and proper sitting on your bed. Definitely undressing himself to help you. He's not buff but he's muscular for sure. His body is so pretty and you can't help but touch and praise him for it. You know he worked hard for it.

Open him up on your fingers and he will be a whimpering mess. Gripping the sheets and trying to bite his lips to shut himself up. You have to remind him that your dorm is pretty far from prying ears. He won't listen to that, he's too focused on your fingers. Once you slide home inside him though oh my god he's gone. You are hearing the most porn star moans you've ever heard a man make. Rail him. He's such a good pliant boy, you're almost convinced he has hearts in his eyes.

He'll come hard as fuck the first time, head tossed back and gasping for air. Hold him down as he twitches and whines from overstimulation. With how out of it he is it's admirable that he still wants to try and give you your happy ending too. What a sweetheart.

Tells you next time he'll be better prepared and build up a tolerance so he won't cum so fast. Wait, next time? He turns red when you mention it. You'll have to poke and prod him until he tells you he really really liked it. ❤️ Please have him again ma'am.

🏹 Kaito 🏹

You already know this man is down bad. Take him back to your dorm because his ass is not gonna do anything inside that ice castle. Too many chances for embarrassment. Instant over the top reaction, red to the tips of his ears down to his neck. Boy is so chronically online that he genuinely thought most people treated pegging as a joke. Not a chance blondie, get your ass over here.

Sooooo embarrassed he wants to die, refuses help for prepping because he doesn't want you to see that. As if you aren't gonna fuck him stupid anyway. Let him know you're still open to helping if he needs it *wink* Okay don't kill him before you get him to bend over for you!

Very self conscious about his body as he undresses. He's thin, he's not very tall, he's got freckles and let's be honest probably stress acne. Boy is shaking before you even touch him.

Please reassure his nervous ass, he might hyperventilate just seeing your strap. Use a smaller one since he's not gonna be able to handle it the first time. You need to move slow and steady with him. Rub his shoulders and give him kisses and hickies. He needs to know this isn't some weird thing and that you want him because he's Kaito not because he's agreeing to be fucked by you.

As soon as you're in he's sobbing like a baby, not because it hurts, no you made sure it didn't. You fingered him really good. He's just overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. Kaito starts begging you to move, he can't handle the intensity of you sitting still. And he needs you to start fucking him before he goes crazy.

He is sooooooo loud! Like he can't hold back any noise whatsoever. His voice goes so high pitched and whiny. It's so fucking cute. Will pass out after he cums, his vision probably whited out and everything. Take care of him will you?

Just wait a while, he'll come to you like a nervous little bunny asking for it again. You can probably also get him to dress up for you. Kaito is putty in your hands.

Vagastrom

🥊 Alan 🥊

Alaaaaan, ugh, he's so good. You don't have to worry about him being turned off by it. He's open to anything for you. Though he's defintely a little embarrassed by the whole prep deal. He wouldn't tell you he's nervous or anything though. Just grin and bear it. Which is a bad habit of his. You'll need to break that later.

He does come to you with one issue though, he's not small like the other ghouls, he's not pretty like Leo or lean like Sho. Man is worried he isn't the type of guy this activity is made for... oh please prove him wrong.

Your place again, his place has a snooping threat. That's the last thing either of you need. This maaaaan, even kissing he's super careful. Get his gorgeous body out of those clothes and run your hands all over it. He won't let you finger him though... shame, it would have been fun.

Probably won't be able to get him to ride you because he doesn't wanna crush you. But you can absolutely put him in a mating press. Holy fuck this guy is shook. It feels like this? Does it feel like this for you? Does he make you feel this good? He's fighting the raging thoughts running through his pleasure addled brain. So you'll just have to wreck him to turn those pesky thoughts off.

Compliment him the whole time, he's pretty, he's cute, he looks so fucking hot like this. His little choked off moans are adorable. Once he's been fucked to the point he stops trying to control himself you're being treated to the hottest deep throaty noises. (not like a bj guys quit giggling) Make him cry out and beg for more. He's still going to avoid grabbing you despite how much he needs something to hold as he reaches his peak.

Out of it but still wants to make you feel good. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever you want to use to get off. He's all yours. Those words alone might be enough to get you there.

He's going to come to you again when he's gotten too stressed and pent up. Not the usual type he has but super over the boiling point. He needs you to man handle him and make him feel like he's not untouchable or unloveable. Expect this man to be ultra whipped for your strap.

🏍️ Sho 🏍️

Ngggh, this guy is a wild one. Not gonna lie I do love me a biker boy. And a guy who can cook. So anyway! Catch him after the food truck is closed. He'll look amused before you even ask the question, what's he so smug for? Bitch.

Pegging? Alright he's down. Yes it's that easy. Not his first rodeo either. He will tease you and dirty talk your ear off about it though. Senpai~ you want to see him get all cock drunk riding a big strap? Naughty~ Never would have expected you to be so perverted.

You already know he's either coming to yours or getting an R&R permit to take you out to a nice hotel. Somewhere Leo can't follow you and listen in on everything. And you know he would. He'd probably sit outside your window jacking off to it. The creep.

Once you get to the hotel and shower he's back to his usual flirting and teasing. Oh? What are you staring at his chest so hard for? You're surprisingly dirty. Trying to take his towel away with your mind? You just had to ask stupid. *chuckle*

Shut him up with your tongue while you get him stretched, and maybe give his cute ass a few playful swats. He has a very nice ass. It's a shame he rarely shows it off to be honest. If you tug on his hair he'll warn you not to be too rough, can't damage his pretty mane. But give it a nice gentle pull close to his scalp and he'll moan like a slut.

He is absolutely getting on top. Sorry but he likes to ride. He might let you fuck him in other positions but cowboy is definitely his favorite. He's the rider for a reason. And god does he do it well. Rolling his hips like he's on a mechanical bull. His cock bouncing as he whines and moans whenever the strap hits his prostate. Oh but he looks anything but desperate for it, it's slow and sensual until he gets closer.

This show is almost enough to get you off without being touched. It's erotic as hell and you wonder if you should be paying for this. But once he's finished he's eating you out. No ifs ands or buts, you are getting yours too.

He's probably one of the top 5 who come back and ask for you to do it again. Slides you your food and a napkin that says what time and how big of a strap to bring. Winks at you as you walk away.

📱 Leo 📱

Bitch, he's such a bitch, creepy little snoop. What a dick. I just want to see him break and have to live with the fact that an NPC can make him a fucking mess. Tracking him down's not hard. It's the isolating him to ask about it.

You're getting laughed at first and foremost, what makes you think he'd let you anywhere near his ass with a strap on when he doesn't know how well you can use it? He's actually super turned on just thinking about it though. That doesn't mean he won't give you hell over it. He knows he's beautiful and it's hard to resist him but you really are forward. But grab him by the tie and you're shutting him up instantly.

Takes foreverrrrr to prep himself. He's such a diva. Usually set up doesn't take ten hours Leo! Once you have him back with you it's game on. He's all talk and it shows, a single finger is enough for him to start whimpering. Loud, loud loud loud! King whiner. No other ghoul can outwhine him. And it sounds so good.

Make him take it face down ass up, he's going to scream if you use a really big one. (even his screams sound good fuck this guy) But trust, he's not letting you use a small one. He is begging you to fuck him like you mean it with that thick strap. The size queen demands it fast and hard and really big.

You better praise him, he's not doing this for himself! (liar) Oh the second you start calling him pretty or good boy he's grinding back and mewling like a bitch. At this point you might need to muzzle him. He 100% screams when he cums. If you edge him he's gonna call you a whore, I'm sorry, he's not.

Even if he's an asshole you should still clean him up and give him water afterwards. He's already trying to go back to being bitchy. Typical Leo.

You'll be getting a few passive aggressive texts insinuating that you clearly want to do this again. Bonus: if you set up a camera and show the footage to him later he'll actually be speechless and fully hard in under a minute.

Jabberwock

🐰 Haru 🐰

I wanna love him so bad but I have trust issues with characters that have those always closed eyes... Another good luck situation, have fun getting him alone, no Peekaboo, and when he's not busy. On the bright side he's all ears about what you wanted to ask him.

This man? You wanna peg this bean sprout? The one obssessed with ass and overworking himself and ass? Huh. I mean he won't deny he's intrigued. He does love a good ass and he has a pretty decent one if he says so himself. And he does. Anyway! He'll do the hard part of prep first. And find someone to watch the animals properly (Towa... Ren... *i'm watching you gesture*)

Take him back to your dorm to avoid scarring anyone, or sowing jealously into the other Jabberwock boys. (It's okay guys your turn is next!)

As soon as you get him in bed he's doing everything he can to please you. And that's not where this is going sir, sorry. You will have to force him onto his back and tell him that you're in charge tonight and that he needs to just lay back, relax, and enjoy.

Squirms so much because he can't be still. Put his acrobat body to good use and fold him in half, his legs quite literally go up to his ears. It's impressive to be honest. You can also tease him with his own prosthetic arm, he'll be getting overheated and that usually stays fairly cool. Make him jack himself off while you fuck him like a rabbit. The temperature difference will leave him dizzy.

Oh he's also loud, he can't help it. You're treating him so good, making his head go blank, calling him nice things and rearranging his guts. He might be in love after seeing the reverent face you're making at him. Twitches a lot when he cums, and it's a lot too. Probably nails himself in the chin with it.

Clean him up and put him under the covers. He's yours. Expect to wake up being the big spoon, dressed in yours pjs and him in his, him holding Peekaboo. (Bastard went back late last night because he couldn't handle one night without his round boy) This will probably be a lot of your mornings after this kind of night with him. Just know he's going to be your cute little service top/service bottom/service anything you want from now on. Call him any time!

🌻 Towa 🌻

Fairy prince ass, goat eyed brat. What a demonic little angel. He's so difficult to write well. Hopefully this is good for the Towa girlies.

This is a tough one to be honest. Clearly you have to talk to him about it at night or somewhere dark. Because humming and grumbling aren't going to cut it for this discussion. Once you explain it's something you want to do to show him how much you love him he's sold.

Make sure you explain things have to be done first before you get into this. Otherwise he's going to try and do it right now. Pouts but listens to you. He's also down to do it anywhere. Literally anywhere. Does not care what animal gets an eyeful. You decide it's best to take him to your dorm.

He does need help getting himself prepped, or so he says. You think it's just an excuse to watch your concentrated face as you finger him while he whines and bucks his hips against your hand. Also kissing you every five seconds. It's hard to avoid getting into a liplock with this guy. He's also very give and take so expect to get fingered yourself as he's being stretched.

You will be facing each other. He won't have it any other way. He needs eye contact and easy access to kiss you. Play with his dick while you fuck him nice and slow and he'll make pretty little melodic noises. Likes to trap you against him by locking his legs behind you.

Playing with you the whole time, groping your ass to bring you closer? Yup. Massaging your tits and rolling your nipples? Absolutely. If you get close enough it's quite literally an 'awful brave for someone within kissing distance' situation.

He will try to make you cum with him. Whatever it takes. If you don't he's going to handle you instantly after he cums. Pouts during clean up because you aren't cuddling yet. Cuddles are inevitable, goodbye to anything you planned to do later.

Dandelion play with him again soon! Teach him more things he can do to show you his love! ❤️

🎮 Ren 🎮

Ah, angry tsundere, classic flavor, love it every time. You're getting an earful. All of which is just Ren spitting venom because he's scared. He hates intimacy as is and you want to what?! You want to put a fake dick in his ass. Does he look like a little twitch streamer femboy with an onlyfans?! Not gonna happen!

You have to build some trust before going into this. He's emotionally compromised. Man has had some shit happen to him to become such a reclusive jumpy little wet cat of a man. After some gentle convincing and persuation you find out he's actually been researching it himself. He may or may not have already prepped... shut up he's not cute for being smart about it! He isn't blushing!

Once you herd this porcupine into bed he's way more nervous. He seems like he'll sprint away the second he gets spooked. But he's being good for you, don't tease him or he might actually run. Kiss him and give him lots of praise. He'll be red in the face the entire time.

His body is cute, lanky but actually pretty well maintained. Will tell you to stop staring and get on with it. Okay spiky relax, and breathe out while you push into his stretched hole.

Oh he's biting his lip raw trying to stay quiet as you fuck him. It wasn't supposed to be this good. You keep dragging your strap over that spot that makes him see stars. His eyes are watering and he tries to avoid eye contact.

He's crying once you speed up and give it to him harder. But you know it's not pain. No he's just getting the fucking of a lifetime. Whiny whiny whimpering whiner. If he's still able to speak it's insults. Just answer them with praise and he'll shut up quick. He gets really loud the closer to his orgasm he gets, full on ahegao face. Of course he would have one. Fucking nerd.

Aftercare is a movie and cuddling in his bed. He's still blushing hours later unable to believe he just let you do that. That being said... when are you free next? No he just wants to show you a new movie series! Quit grinning you perv!

Sinostra

🎲 Taiga 🎲

Not gonna lie this bastard is who I downloaded the game for... his appearance is so my type. It's unfortunate that his personality repelled me like bug spray. But I still find him a neat little weirdo.

First off, I commend you for your bravery. This jackass depends entirely on mood. I say this with all the love in my heart but he's the cats on my cat from hell that couldn't be helped in human form... humanish... anywho!

He's impressed you have the guts to ask him this. Sure! Could be fun if you're any good at it. If you aren't... well he's probably going to shoot you. So make it worth his while kitty cat!

You have no idea if he even understands how to do prep work. Not one of the questions he answered. Hopefully he does his due diligence. He will act like it was such a pain though. So you really have to perform to a high degree here. He's already a little annoyed by the fuss of it and you have a brain to keep from being splattered on the wall.

You don't have to do much, he's already naked and lazily jacking off when you arrive. Grumbles that it took you long enough and to hurry up and get over here. It's like less than three minutes before you sink your strap into him and he groans in relief.

Do him rough, up against the wall, face down on his bed, hell you could fuck him on the probably expensive fur rug on the floor, he'll be for it. If you manage to do something he doesn't like he'll let you know. Immediately.

Will push you into the torture chair and ride you while cackling. If he's feeling generous he might have a dildo you could ride while he rides you. You will be bitten. Position be damned you will be bitten so fucking much. You'll look like a school of cookie cutter sharks attacked you.

His eyes roll back when he cums, and boy is it a hell of a peak. Still giggling like he's drunk off pleasure as he comes down. You aren't getting away from being his pillow after giving him a good time. Just be prepared to explain who you are in the morning. Probably wanna put your name in his phone as kitty cat so he knows who to text when he wants to have fun again.

🪞 Romeo 🪞

Oh mister high and mighty of noble birthings. I flipflop between wanting this man to choke and wanting to choke him personally. So how does he take the question? About as well as he takes anything with his insanely high blood pressure. Who do you think you are you BB?! You aren't anywhere near important enough to handle him like that! This will launch into his usual acronym infused tirade so take a seat and wait it out. He'll get tired eventually.

That being said I have a feeling he's used to prep work and keeps himself clean frequently. I mean he's got to be ready for anything and that means whatever he gets up to with Hyde. Oh and don't bother bringing anything, after you mentioned it he got a custom leather harness made for you. He has designer dildos, toys and lube already. Take your pick and see if he approves.

If you have the guts to ask he might even wear some pretty high end lingerie. Wine colored lace looks sooooo good on his skin tone and he knows it. He even puts on a little make up to match it. The picture of perfection and sin sprawled out on his uber expensive sheets when you show up.

You're late, quit wasting his time. If you don't give him a good time he will be pissed. Insults are thrown as per usual so time to show Romeo that Juilet is in charge here. And oh is he down for that. He's a pillow prince. Why should he have to do any of the work? He's already prepped himself and given you the opportunity to fuck him.

He's pretty sensitive though, it doesn't take much to get him going, I mean he was already half hard when you showed up. Flip him on his stomach and you see why, a cute gemstone that matches his eyes is nestled between his cheeks. He is actively taking some of the fun out of it. But the sounds he makes when you slowly pull the plug out are worth it. His well stretched hole is on display and ready for the taking. Yells at you to quit gawking and get on with it! You defintely see his neck is red from embarrassment.

Once you get the, actually super comfy, harness on and pick a toy to use it's game over. Have him on his back so you can see his face, grab his wrists and hold them close to your body. He's already moaning like it's the best thing he's ever had. Work your hips fast and make him beg for more. He's loud but it's actually a very pretty sound now.

If he cums on his expensive lingerie expect complaints. But that's only his cover to hide how blissed out and affected he is. He's a sweaty mess so you're absoluttely setting a bath for him. It better have bubbles too. And wine. Pamper him properly afterwards and he'll be calling you over at night pretty frequently. Bonus: You should ask to fuck him in the cage in his auction hall. The prettiest birds deserve the best cages right?

⚖️ Ritsu ⚖️

Jeez, okay this guy is something else. I have a hard time choosing for him. He's adorkable but his lawyer passion is just beyond me most days. Regardless, he probably doesn't know what you're talking about. Will ask you to give him time to research what you're asking him for. You get several texts later to the effect of '?????? Did you misspeak? Is this spelled differently? Hello?????' It's okay you can laugh now before you see him again. Don't laugh at his flushed face when you do see him. It's going to make him second guess himself.

That being said you should absolutely tease him by asking about how his research went. He informs you while his cheeks are red that he thoroughly checked the term and it's origins etc. Including videos... you should 100% ask to watch the ones he found later on. He agrees but you have to sign this pape- smooch him to avoid signing an NDA. He'll be quiet for a bit and tell you that he does need some time still and will give you a date and time for your after hours leisure time...

On the afformentioned day and time he will show up to your room looking cool as a cucumber despite how nervous he is. He's going into this like he's in charge. Helping you undress and folding his clothes to the side like a cute little house hubby. He's still trying to be the dominant one but his face turns very red again when he sees the toy and harness.

Time to show him who's actually in charge here. Be gentle working him open with your fingers, he's going to burst from embarrassment. (Or use Acimo and make it impossible to do anything further) Unsure what he's meant to do at this point and too embarrassed to ask. You need to tell him to relax and enjoy it.

Once you get your strap in you see the absurd calculations going on behind his wide eyes and red face. Please don't let him start on whatever wild theory he's about to extrapolate. Roll your hips slow and watch his thoughts disappear as he grabs onto your shoulders and gasps like he's been scandalized. He has to lean back and let you do the work because he's feeling too good. This was expected from his research but experiencing it is a totally different thing.

Whimpering so loud when he cums. Another one who is very duty bound and wants to give you an orgasm too. But he's too far out of it. I think he might honestly be in sub space after that. Clean him up and cuddle him close to your chest. (Personally I think he has mommy issues so he needs to be cradled in your bosom)

You'll be hearing from him again, it's going to be the most awkward proposal for sex you've ever heard but it's cute how he's trying to not show how badly he wants it again.

Hotarubi

🪭 Subaru 🪭

Delicious dichotomy man. Oh he's a fun character to pick apart. Concerning but still draws you in. There's so many variables... so many different interpretations... I digress there's so many ways I could write this one. But here we go!

Instantly flustered, covering his mouth and glancing away. Stammering nervously about how improper that would be. Secretly he's thrilled to bits that you've asked him such a thing. If he's getting hard under the tea table there's no outward proof on his perfectly tuned face. If you're to the point where you can see past it just tell him to think on it and you'll be back another day.

You defintely need to ask Zenji and Haku to clear out. Zenji because he could just wander in and Haku... I don't put voyeurism past him. Man's a bit depraved ya know. Anyway once that's taken care of find Subaru waiting in the secluded tea room for you. You've been talking over text about this because it gave Subaru the confidence (cough cough the freedom to openly grin and giggle like a sicko /affectionate cough cough) and agree.

He's waiting in a beautiful white kimono with pastel hydrangea patterns, something gorgeous and innocent looking. What's underneath is anything but, he's only wearing a cock ring that's made to mimic a strand of pearls. As he slowly leans back and unties the kimono to show you his little ensemble his blushing face is cracking a bit. He's too into it already, his mask is crumbling enough to show the curve of a grin on his lips.

Devour him. Absolutely debauch this man, leave hickies all down his neck and collarbones. He'll get to see all the flithy things you want to do with him as soon as he so much as grazes your skin. Gasping and letting out pretty breathy sounds as you work your hand on his equally pretty cock. But that's not what you're here for right now. No it's lower, you'll find he's already slick with lube and stretched quite well. Purr into his ear about how good he is or how dirty he is and he'll whine. He likes praise but also being degraded a bit? Pervert.

Take him against the tatami or the wall, hell bend him over the tea table. Subaru is into it, feeling you rut into him like you've never been this turned on before. Mark him up with your hands, your mouth, dig your nails into his hips and listen to him moan like a whore. He needs the reminders for later when he's alone again. Not that he'll be forgetting this anytime soon but tangible marks are hotter.

Cries out like he's singing when you finally remove the cock ring and let him cum. It's an angelic sound but you know he's not even close. He is definitely in need of a rest after that fucking. Laze about on the tatami with him. He'll try to recover soon and bring you tea and snacks. Keyword try. You'll probably need to be the one to get the refreshments. His hips are sore and he's half hard already from the way his hole aches.

This guy is fiending for it immediately. Obssessed with your strap game. Expect to be seeing a lot of the Subaru behind the mask. He needs you to ruin him more and more. Please mistress?

📿 Haku 📿

Ohohoho I've been waiting to get to him. Pervert. Fucking degenerate. Slut. He's perfect. He's a disaster. Can he keep it in his pants? Do we want him to? He will 100% flip it on you the second you bring it up. Pegging? Oh princess you like a little give and take? Color him intrigued. If you need pointers on the technique he can give you a lesson on the best ways to thrust your hips. Oh but you would be on the receiving end of that. Hopefully that still works to teach you?

Give him a day or two to get himself ready, he's teasing you the whole time though. Texting you about how much work this is for you but he doesn't mind if you promise you'll take good care of him. Might send you a pic of some of his own personal toy collection asking which one you want to use on him. I will not lie some of them are fairly large. And a few of them are less than human... Haku why do you have a knotted dildo... Whore.

Last text and pic you get before you see him is him tugging his uniform shirt to the side to show off a peek of red rope with this, "ready when you are princess" When you get your hands on him, oooooh boy! That tease is in for it. Rip that shirt right off of him and admire the beautiful intricate ropework he managed to tie himself into. Nothing that would restrict him from moving but it's very fashion statement the way it's done.

Kiss him hard, bruise, bite and suck on his bottom lip until he's holding himself back from humping your thigh. Steal his breath away by marking him up around the ropes, tease and bite his nipples. (headcanon that he has them pierced) He moans so much when you tug the bars between your teeth. He's a bit of a masochist.

Another one who's plugged and ready for you. His plug is a bit longer though, one with the tapered spheres. He shivers as you slowly remove the toy and berate him for taking away the joy of working him open yourself. He chuckles and says next time he'll let you have the honor. Oh he isn't ready for how hard you decide to fuck him. Put the first dildo you like the looks of in the harness and go to town on his ass. He's loud, so fucking loud you need to shove your fingers in his mouth to quiet him. Haku sucks on your fingers like it's a cock, laving his tongue all over them. Tease.

You can fuck him however you want. He takes it like a champ and archs his back like a professional whore. When he cums it's not a lot, probably due to the rope that winds around the base of his cock and balls but it's just enough to keep him partially hard. It's multiple rounds for sure. Wreck him.

Aftercare is bringing him out of sub space and untying the rope. There's so many marks from it you're going to be rubbing ointment into his red skin for a while. He's defintely not letting you use it on any hickies or bites you left. He wants those as trophies for surviving the devouring princess. You swat his ass for the remark and watch his body shiver... Oh he's doomed, the look on his face tells you he knows it and you grin.

Regular texts from him asking you to come mess him up. Always ready when you arrive. Maybe you should start calling him princess...

📜 Zenji 📜

King of poetry, feminism and big dick energy. Yes I'm using the usual cop out of he's corporeal sorry I am not trying to figure out how to peg a ghost today that's more mental skill than I have right now. This guy is yours for the taking doll. Pegging has been around a long time and he's no stranger to the term. He will admit he's not really thought about it being done to him though he's willing to give it a try for you.

Benefits of ghosthood: No need to do any cleaning of the self! Downside of ghosthood with Zenji: He still has a schedule to keep for his writing and his videos. Who'd have thought he would be this active beyond the grave? You'll have to give him a time to get down so it doesn't conflict with his creative flow. I mean other than that he's free whenever you are.

Heading back to the secluded tea house because his dear little brother doll can't hear this! He's waiting there with a pen and paper, dropping everything when you show up to do his usual exuberant greeting. Despite knowing what's happening he's oozing confidence. You had hoped to see him a little nervous but he's so happy to please you it doesn't phase him. As soon as you start undressing he just poofs his clothes gone. Ghost powers are so annoyingly convenient. And wow the big dick energy was not wrong.

You'll be lazily touching and kissing on the floor for a while. Long drawn out foreplay is the only way Zenji likes to do it. It should be sensual and loving. Slow handjobs and his fingers playing with you. Wait don't get swept up in his easy loving, you have something to do here.

Minimal stretching required to be honest, probably ghost stuff. But he's singing your praises the whole time, telling you how that felt good, higher, a little bit to the right, no dear his right. Tells you how beautiful you look as you put on your harness and push into him, it definitely makes him groan halfway through his words. Pulling you impossibly closer as you slowly rock into him.

He thinks you look dashing like this, taking control, using him in a way he didn't think of. Kissing and touching you the entire time. You guys aren't going fast until you get closer. Then he starts to make noise instead of running his pretty mouth. Moaning, whining, that lovely voice of his is low and melodic. Damn you might cum without needing to touch yourself if he keeps singing for you like this.

When he comes it's loud and he's clinging to you like a lifeline. So many kisses and so much babbling about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. God he's so sweet. He's also immediately onboard to get you off. Which doesn't take long for him and those skilled fingers and that crooning voice begging you to tip over the edge. This man is dangerous with a capital D.

Expect to be lounging around with him after the fact for a while, lazy kisses and dozing off to the sound of the rain while he grabs his pen and paper to begin writing with his new found inspiration. You'll be doing this again for sure.

Obscuary

⚰️ Edward ⚰️

Damn this man, he's a mess. Literally. This guy is a pain to deal with normally but this is gonna be a whole other story. He's gonna throw out a bunch of bullshit the second you approach him about it. What are you talking about, love? He's old you have to spell it out for him. Hmm? You know staking is supposed to be to the heart right? He's infuriating, just tell him to be ready next time you show up.

That said you should give Rui and Lyca a heads up to clear out for the night. Rui might be clenching his fists but he's dragging Lyca away for you, he gets it. Lyca not so much. It's okay, Rui has your back. You should have the whole dorm to yourselves for the night.

When you arrive he's where he always is. Laying in bed with his laptop. Fuck that thing. You pause that video and shut it. He looks sad for a split second before you descend upon him and kiss his stupid pretty face. He hums into your kisses, caressing your neck as he pulls your body over his own. You'll get lost in the process of undressing him and yourself with all the heady kisses. Why is this guy a vampire and not an incubus?

Apparently because of his diet he doesn't need to clean himself either. But the prep and stretching is harder. You know, lack of blood makes the body work less than optimal. Sorry not sorry, you're going to be working his ass open for a while. The whole time he's staring into your soul or nipping at your ear. Husky voice whispering sugary words. Asking if he can have just a taste of your blood. Not tonight Satan.

Man's not a pillow prince. He's a whole pillow king. You will be doing all the work. Which is fine. You expected this. I mean look at who you're fucking. You knew. Speaking of he lets you hear his moans openly and without any hint of embarrassment. Fucking into him slow and steady has every little breath ending with a gasp or a groan. His voice sounds so much better when it's just crying out for you.

You could probably try to change position but he prefers seeing your face. He would make it impossible to move his body if you did anything he didn't want to do. His only movements look choreographed to be honest. Like he could star in a triple A budget porn film the way he sounds and rolls his body. The years of experience do him well.

When he cums it's very little, liquid is too precious for them to waste there. He's biting you, you're going to kill him... as soon as your body stops cumming. As you try to yell he quiets you and tells you he isn't turning you, he just needed to top up what he lost in your little tryst. Unless you wanted to be like him. He could arrange that. Smack him wherever you see fit he's just going to laugh.

He'll send you emoji filled texts later about how he would love to have you on top of him again soon. Don't keep him waiting too long dear. He's an old man remember?

🧤 Rui 🧤

Oh Rui, sweet darling Rui. (As per one of my theories this will reflect the idea that the kyklos is strong enough to repel or nullify other curses (ie. oui c'est bon) and thusforth Rui can touch us without his curse affecting us.) This man is king of being touch starved. One of the top three for sure. He's already elated and just so grateful he can even hug us at this point. Hand holding? Smooches? This is his dream come true. Sure it only works on us but right now that's enough for him. A break from having to be guarded at all times. Being touched by someone is something he's missed so so so bad.

Turn the tables when you breach this topic, he'll blush if you hook your finger into the ring shaped pendant he usually wears and tug him close. A bit startled by you asking for sure, he didn't think you'd be into that. No he's not saying he won't do it. Just surprised. His favorite girl is naughtier than he thought. Give him a night and he'll get everything ready for you. Do you have the supplies? Does he need to bring something? Just ask!

Next time you see him he's opted to come to you. He used to be in Clementia after all, the cathedral is his old haunt. Plays it so cool the whole time but he's practically vibrating with excitement. Has an overnight bag and everything. Uses your bathroom to freshen up before he joins you on the bed and falls into making out as easy as breathing.

God he missed kissing. But you make it better. Drawing gasps and grunts from him when you palm his body through the four layers he wears. Stripping him feels like opening a matryoska. But he looks so handsome shirtless, and slightly out of place. You can see he's not used to it anymore. Wearing all those layers has made him a bit shy without them. Worship his chest and remind him that he's gorgeous. Oh his nipples are sensitive. 100% moaning so loud when you suck on them.

By the time you get him undressed he's completely red and panting, cock hard and throbbing, leaning towards his stomach with how aroused he is. It's been a while okay? Give him a break. And break him. Make him sob with pleasure as you finger his loosened hole and watch him thrust his hips against you. Damn you might get him to cum with just your fingers at the rate he's going.

Watches you with loving eyes as you get your strap on and cage him in with your arms. He cums as soon as you put it in. When you try pulling out he stops you with a grip on both wrists. You can't be satisfied yet right? Come on. Keep going. Fuck him like you mean it. His dirty mouth earns him a rough thrust and he throws his head back with a moan.

He asked for it so he has to deal with it. Fucking him into full blown overstim mode, tears at the corners of his eyes as he whimpers and wails for more even though he's cum once already. You'll get at least three out of him. He's a flustered red mess by the third one but he's nothing if not a pleaser. Grabs you by the hips, despite his shaky hands, tugs off your harness and makes you sit on his face. He's gasping for air still as he eats you out in a dizzy haze. Might try to get multiple out of you too.

Once you're both satisfied he's thanking you in a low, almost reverent tone like you're his goddess who bestowed blessings upon him. Remind him with kisses and cuddles that you're not doing this for him, but because you want him too. He'll be on speed dial any time you wanna do this again. And he's down for anything so don't be afraid to tie him up or dress him up or spank him. He's down bad y'all he will thank you for literally ANYTHING you do to him.

🌕 Lyca 🌕

Prepare for the confusion first and foremost. Super eager to learn what it is that you want. When you explain he looks like a dog with its' hackles raised. Wide eyes, ears and tail out, going back and forth between turning red and going pale in the face. Gaping like a fish, the whole nine yards. Man is shooketh. Home boy out here calling this an affront against nature. Can't even stop himself from saying that won't make babies.

You will need to damage control, if he goes to Subaru you will never live this down. If he goes to Rui you'll absolutely never live it down for a whole other reason. So time to soothe the beast and hunker down in your room with some library books and get to teaching him that sex isn't just for reproduction. This will be several sessions and weeks after first confrontation before he finally warms up to the idea.

If he weren't such an I'm tough and fuzzy type of guy he'd be a shaking leaf in your room once it's time. Speaking of you had to walk him through clean up and prep so he's already a little frazzled from that. Be extra gentle with him. Start soft and kiss him sweetly. His tail is wagging... don't call attention to it or he'll pout.

Once you've got him comfortable again you can take the plunge into stretching him. He whimpers, whimperer supreme over here. Bluntly tells you it feels like a sh- Lyca shh! That's not appropriate for sexy time. He's going to hide his face as much as possible.

Getting your gear on is where you see him second guessing again. Take a short break to remind him that it's okay. You just wanna try this. If he doesn't like it then you'll stop. He loves that about you. That you take his feelings into consideration. Cuddle for a bit before you get back into it.

He will lift his hips and wiggle them when you ask if it's okay to fuck him now. It's not fair how cute it looks with his tail wagging but how sexy it is with the way his cock sways. Sliding in has him shivering, give him a minute to figure out how he feels. It'll surprise you when he starts grinding back and panting, gruffly begging you to move.

Fuck him slow but hard and you'll have a tamed werewolf boy in no time. When he realizes he's making all these noises he's going to bite your pillow. I'm sorry say goodbye to that one it's done for. If he can't get a hold of a pillow or your sheets he's going to bite his lips bloody. Closer to him cumming you're going to notice his tongue hanging out and cries of your name. It's so cute, you'll have to pamper him after he comes down.

Pet his hair and tell him what a good boy he was. He's stealing your blankets and pouting for a bit. Bring him a snack and some water and then he'll beg for cuddles. Kiss his nose and tell him how proud you are of him. Try not to spit your drink out when Rui mentions how interesting Lyca's new full moon strategy of having you hold him down all night is...

Mortkranken

💉 Yuri 💉

Yessssss I have been waiting for this little brat. (/loving) He's soooo... pathetic wet cat, but also very holier than thou. This is an interesting flavor of tsundere that is a personal favorite of mine. So diving right in. Screeching. Instant halt to everything he's doing and screeching about wh-wh-wh-wh-what are you saying?!?!?!?!?!? Are you insane?!?! How dare you even think about doing such a thing with him!!!! He's so red it makes his hair look florescent. Remind your brilliant doctor that it's not that far from a prostate exam and that he shouldn't neglect his own health. Get out of his lab you worm! -Screamed with all the command of a tiny angry kitten.

Guess who texts you later in the day with a time and day and haughty tone to his words? One Dr. Isami of course. It might not be until later in the week but you have it. He is a very busy man after all. Take the opportunity to plan how to take him apart.

The night comes sooner than you expected and you get treated to a very special house call. He's red in the face before you even let him in the door. Drag him in by the tie and push him onto your soft clean bed. He'll sputter and try to argue until you drop into his lap and start attacking his lips and jaw and ears and neck. He gets overwhelmed by the frantic pace and babbles between kisses. It's easy to tell that he's already hard just from that.

Strip him down and watch the blush go down to his chest, the shivering nervous wreck of a man before you is the total opposite of his usual self assured persona. Praise him for how pretty he looks, trying to hide his erection with his hands. Push those away before you get tempted to tie them up.

Slipping into your harness and putting the strap on into it you see his eyes follow your every move. Fear and something much hotter hiding in those teal eyes. Don't expect high energy positions from him. You do have to take the lead here or nothing will happen. Man handle him into whatever position you want and work yourself into him. He's gasping and grabbing your shoulders, pulling you close as he bites his lip.

Please kiss him a lot while he adjusts to the intrusion. Distract him and mark his collarbone with your teeth and tongue. He'll be halfway to drooling before you even fuck him. And when you do oh boy. Breathy little noises are being punched out of him with every thrust, he refuses to let you move away, his body curled around yours desperately.

Yuri will be crying, full on sobs. You know it's not pain so you just need to keep fucking him until he pops. He's loud loud, man is moaning and crying and gasping when he cums like it's the most earth shattering orgasm he's ever had. It probably is actually, his toes are curled and everything. Exhausted, he is not gonna be able to help you. But that's okay. If anything you know he'll be getting a solid night's sleep now. Tuck him into your bed with you and hold him close until morning.

Don't worry about the schedule you get after a week, giving you days and times to meet him, calculated perfectly for an optimized amount of sleep for him. (He needs you to ruin his pretty hole again he just won't admit it) ❤️

🩻 Jiro 🩻

MY MAIN MAN!!! Woo!!! (also finish line in sight aaaaaa) Lanky tin man ass. Love him so much. Now it's so simple with Jiro. He clearly thinks about it for a minute before agreeing. But you have to get Yuri to allow you to steal his vice captain for a night. His medication has to be taken around whatever plans you're trying to make. The last thing you need is to call Yuri over in the middle of it because of a flare up in his condition.

Talk to Yuri later, it's suspiciously easy to get him to lend you Jiro. He also seems to be avoiding direct eye contact. Jiro said something he didn't need to you're sure of it. Anyway, your plans are made and it's time to get to it.

Jiro is a medical professional. He cleaned and prepped himself thoroughly, and if asked he will tell you with all the technical terms included. You think you see a slight smirk as he watches the look on your face change into slight disturbance. When you get him to the bed it's easy to push him down. Undress him yourself unless you want it to take forever. Take special care of his glasses as you set them aside. He'll comment that it's hard to see like this. It's okay, you have him.

Trace his scars and kiss them as you go, he'll shiver and ask you why you think that's necessary. Hush Jiro, it's foreplay and you're hot. Grunts a lot as you continue worshipping his body and stealing his oxygen with your kisses. He wonders when you'll get on with it. Alright you pushy fiend. Time to strap on and strap in.

As soon as you push in he's got an arm around you, keeping you close enough to kiss. With how tall he is it means you've got his legs pushed up, hopefully his body can handle it for a bit. It can, and he isn't about to let you go. Grunts and lets out hot little breathy noises more than anything. If he didn't rock back against you you'd be unsure if he was actually enjoying this or not. Oh trust he's into it. He doesn't really like being in control so this is perfect for him.

That being said he won't do nothing and let you have all the fun. He's still trying to keep kissing you and tugging you down to nip at your lips. Seems like fucking him has made him more outwardly affectionate. He'll probably tell you that it was some hormonal state later. Whatever you say beautiful. Just keep moaning for me.

Jerk him off in time to your hips and you'll have him cumming in no time. His o-face is so pretty you'll want to see it again and again. But not something you're able to do right now. As you go to clean him up he'll exhert some energy you didn't know he had to pull you in and finger you until you cum. Those long fingers are so dexterous and he knows all the spots he needs to hit.

And now you're trapped in the bear hug. Post coital Jiro wants one thing and one thing only and that's skin to skin contact with you. When you wake up he's gone back to Mortkranken for his medicine but he sent you a text about how he enjoyed it and Yuri says his vitals are looking nice this morning. So you'll have to run this experiment again soon to see if these results are related or not. You just know he had that little smile on his face when he constructed that excuse to get you to rail him again.

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PS pouring one out for @kykloss who inspired me to finish this but deactivated a few days ago, you would have loved this shit my dear.

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inkbyme · 10 hours ago

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Hi if you’re taking requests could you do the Mha boys accidentally hurting reader during training, and they have to go to recovery girl? If not that’s ok!

₊˚ෆ MHA Characters When They Hurt You During Training ₊˚ෆ

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya ✧ Katsuki Bakugo ✧ Eijirou Kirishima ✧ Shouta Aizawa ✧ Hanta Sero ✧ Hawks ✧ Tenya Iida ✧ Shoto Todoroki ✧ Denki Kaminari

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When training gets a little too real—here’s how the MHA boys handle accidentally hurting the one they love. Expect guilt, chaos, and soft apologies wrapped in bandages.

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Izuku Midoriya

• He immediately freezes the second you go down. You barely have time to say “I’m okay” before he’s already at your side, eyes wide and filled with panic.

• “I—I didn’t mean to hit you! That wasn’t aimed for—oh god, I’m so sorry!”

• He’s practically vibrating with nerves the whole walk to Recovery Girl, clinging to your hand like it’s the only thing keeping him from spiraling.

• After you’re treated, he won’t stop apologizing.

• “You trusted me and I hurt you… I’ll never forgive myself for that. You’re supposed to be safe with me.”

• He ends up writing out a training safety plan the next day, color-coded and everything.

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Katsuki Bakugo

• He hears the thud of your body hitting the ground and goes stone still.

• The moment he realizes it was his explosion that knocked you back too hard, his heart plummets.

• “Shit—Y/n—dammit, I wasn’t aiming for you! You weren’t supposed to dodge that way!”

• He scoops you up and runs to Recovery Girl, refusing to let anyone else touch you.

• Once you’re patched up, he stands in the corner of the room with his fists clenched, looking like a kicked puppy.

• “I don’t lose control. I never lose control. But I did… and I hurt you.”

• Later, he mutters a soft, “Won’t happen again. Promise.” with his forehead resting lightly against yours.

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Eijirou Kirishima

• The moment your body flies back and lands wrong, he’s sprinting toward you. His weapon drops. Nothing else matters.

• “No, no, no—please tell me I didn’t do that. Y/n? Can you hear me?”

• He carries you bridal style straight to Recovery Girl while panicking aloud the whole way.

• “I pushed too hard, didn’t I? I wasn’t paying attention to your stance—I should’ve noticed you were off-balance!”

• He stays beside you the entire time you’re being healed, apologizing and holding your hand.

• Later, he says: “I wanna be strong—but not at the cost of hurting you. That’s not manly at all.”

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Shouta Aizawa

• He’s usually hyper-aware of his surroundings, especially when you’re around. But during a fast-paced spar, one of his binding maneuvers ends with you slammed harder than intended into the mat.

• He doesn’t panic—yet. He crouches beside you instantly, hands steady, but his voice is low and tight.

• “Don’t move. Let me see what I did.”

• As soon as he confirms it’s not life-threatening, he quietly scoops you up and carries you to Recovery Girl. Not a word spoken during the walk. But you can feel his grip trembling.

• Once you’re healed, he stays seated beside your bed, arms crossed, face unreadable.

• “This is why I don’t get close to people.”

• He finally looks at you—tired, vulnerable. “I train people to survive, not to break them. I should’ve known my limits when it’s you.”

• Later, he makes you promise to call him out next time you even feel pushed too hard. It’s not bossy—it’s fear disguised as authority.

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Hanta Sero

• Training was all fun and games—until his tape accidentally yanked your ankle mid-jump, sending you crashing down hard.

• He panics immediately, bolting to your side like he just broke something priceless.

• “Oh my god—Y/n?! That wasn’t supposed to happen—I thought you’d dodge!”

• He carries you straight to Recovery Girl, rambling apologies the whole way.

• “I swear I didn’t mean to pull that hard—please don’t hate me, I’m such an idiot—”

• Once you’re patched up, he’s unusually quiet, guilt all over his face.

• “I mess around a lot, but this? Hurting you? That’s not okay. You matter too much.”

• He later sends you 27 memes and a handwritten apology with a stick figure drawing of himself getting tape-slapped.

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Hawks

• He was being cocky, zipping around you with his wings mid-training, showing off. Then one feather veered wrong—too sharp, too fast.

• You flinch as it slices across your arm. Blood. A lot more than either of you expected.

• His heart drops.

• “Oh no. Baby, no no no— I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—dammit, I thought I had perfect control—”

• He immediately bundles you in his wings and books it to Recovery Girl, panic fully kicking in.

• “I’ve done missions in the sky under gunfire and still kept control. Why is it the one time I let loose around you, I mess up?”

• He can’t sit still while you’re being treated. He keeps trying to crack jokes, but his voice cracks too.

• When you’re stable, he sits beside you, voice soft. “I move too fast sometimes… Forget that the people I care about don’t have wings like I do.”

• He presses a kiss to your bandaged arm. “I’ll slow down for you. Every time. Just say the word.”

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Tenya Iida

• The second he sees you knocked down by one of his high-speed moves, he skids to a halt so fast he nearly crashes.

• He’s already at your side, rattling off injury protocols and doing everything by the book—except his voice is shaking.

• “I was reckless! I should’ve adjusted my path! I’m so sorry, that was entirely my fault!”

• He insists on carrying you to Recovery Girl himself.

• While you’re being healed, he keeps pacing back and forth, muttering about how this was “a disgraceful lapse in control.”

• Once you’re okay, he bows so deep it’s dramatic. “I promise to train even harder to ensure this never happens again.”

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Shoto Todoroki

• When you drop from the blast of his ice wall, he immediately rushes over, his calm face cracking just slightly.

• “That wasn’t meant to hit you. I misjudged your position—I didn’t calculate the ricochet.”

• He picks you up so gently, like you might break if he moves wrong again.

• During the healing, he stands silently nearby, but his eyes never leave you.

• “I don’t let my power hurt the people I love. I failed at that today.”

• Later, he asks to redo the whole exercise—with roles reversed, so you can be the attacker. “If I can’t protect you, I want you to know how to take me down.”

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Denki Kaminari

• He fires off one of his electricity blasts as a joke mid-spar—and accidentally zaps you square in the shoulder.

• His face drains of color as you drop to your knees with a pained gasp.

• “OH MY GOD—WAIT, I DIDN’T—CRAP—I THOUGHT YOU MOVED!”

• He practically short-circuits himself trying to get you to Recovery Girl.

• While you’re being treated, he’s holding ice to his own face because he slapped himself in panic.

• “You’re never training with dumbass-me again. I’ll just stand there and cheer. Like emotional support.”

Thank you so much for sending this in! It was such a cool request to write. Hope it hits you right in the feels like you wanted!

Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

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lcriedlastnight · 2 days ago

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a stain on the kitchen floor

○ lando norris x sportstherapist!reader

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : w/c 1.7k. this was so fun to write actually. i'm shit at pacing that's why i haven't written a multi-part story yet so if it's bad don't tell me. also i’m too lazy to proofread these days.

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"i know it's totally normal in the world on formula one, but to me? i think it's crazy. i wouldn't be able to switch up my emotions and feelings like that with some of my closest friends." lando looks over at her from his chair, eyes awfully bright for what was what she considered one of their more heavier sessions.

lando didn't know how he had gotten himself into this situation... well he did, he was just so embarrassed about it! it's not like he would know that her pretty eyes and soothing voice would be just the thing he need to see and hear first thing on a monday morning - especially after a race weekend. it didn't even need to be a bad weekend for him to want to see her and talk you through the weekend from his point of view. when lando realised that, he realised that he fancied her.

forcing himself to zone back in, (he felt bad for always zoning out during sessions. she thought that his mind must've been a battle field but in reality he just couldn't concentrate with her around him, caring words flying around his head and making himself believe that she wasn't asking because it was her job but because her genuinely cared about his mental well-being.) his eyes jump back onto her figure sitting on the chair across from him.

"it's like you said, i'm used to it. we all are." lando shrugs, something he felt like he did a lot in these short ten minute sessions. it has her sighing again before jotting something down again in her little pink notebook.

"lando, i've told you before, you need to stop shugging things like this off. i can tell it bothers you so just tell me how it makes you feel." she tells the boy, a little annoyed but in a second any trace of it is gone and she's back to her usual upbeat self. lando's heart stutters at her words. simp.

"it is a little hard sometimes, but it comes with the job. you gotta be mentally strong to do this too." lando explains like to her like they haven't already had the exact same conversation a few sessions ago. all she does is nod her head, appreciating that he was trying to open up and let her in. before she could dig any deeper though, her timer went off, signalling that their ten minutes were up. lando groans. loudly.

"why're you annoyed? you hate talking about your feelings." she points out and it has the driver turning red and stuttering out some bullshit answer. if she hadn't noticed his little crush by now then lando thinks he might have to tell zak to find someone a little better.

★・・・・・・★

much to zak and oscar’s surprise lando had been attending the sessions weekly, arriving earlier than he ever had in his entire career at mclaren. this didn’t make much sense to them but who were they to judge? at least lando was finally talking about his feelings, regularly, to someone who could help him process them correctly.

oscar always went second every monday. he would watch as lando skipped out of the room, gracing him with one of those cheesy smiles that he was famous for. sometimes oscar forgot about lando’s hesitance the first day because there was no way she was this good to make him switch from being therapy’s number one hater to its biggest fan. she hadn’t even been here a month yet!

oscar was seeing the same girl and he, in the nicest way possible, did not think she was anything special. she was just a girl who tried to get to cold at steel drivers to talk about their emotions. easy enough right? oscar was starting to think that she had maybe coaxed this good attitude towards therapy out of him some way but his mind was quickly changed just before their third ever session with her. it was the most put together oscar had even seen lando on a monday morning, ever! it was like he was doing a paddock walk. that’s when oscar realised that maybe lando’s excitement towards these sessions wasn’t getting to talk about his feelings but maybe because he was talking to her. not to blow smoke up his own arse but oscar wasn’t stupid.

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the session after jeddah was particularly difficult for her. in her entire time with lando it hadn’t been too difficult to get him to speak out about how the previous race had gone but as they got further into the season, she noticed every time how it was a little bit harder each time to get him to open up to her.

“lando?” she says softly. they had been sitting in silence for half the session. this had been their worst one yet. she had no idea why this was hurting her so much, maybe she was just too empathetic and felt whatever pain lando had felt.

lando stays silent but looks up at her with so much hurt in his eyes it makes her avoid his gaze as for the first time with lando, she felt a little uncomfortable. it was literally her job to comfort people when they were struggling so why was this time so fucking difficult?

“the session is nearly finished.” is all she can say.

“right.” lando nods.

“i know this was a harder session today but i’m proud of you, you didn’t even need to show up and you did which shows so much progress from our first one.” her words were filled with a sincerity lando hadn’t heard in a long while.

“can i ask you for something?” lando asks. the most he’s spoken this session, she jumps at the opportunity to help him feel even the slightest bit better.

“of course, that’s what i’m here for.”

lando hesitates for. few beats before he’s standing up from his chair and walking towards hers.

“can i have a hug?”

she’s taken aback but she doesn’t let it show as she opens her arms without hesitation. this may be a little unprofessional but that was the last thing she was thinking of right now. if this what was going to make him feel better then she would hug him until her arms went numb. that’s not unprofessional though! it’s just because she wants to help all of her patients. she would do the same for oscar…

lando lets himself relax for the first time since saturday. he lets himself breathe in her perfume and what he thinks is some kind of flowery shampoo. the mix of the two makes him lightheaded in the best way possible.

“i’m sorry for not saying anything.” lando breaks the silence first.

“you don’t have to apologise. i’m here for you no matter what you want to do. i’ve already told you that we don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” she comforts, hand now running up and down his back in a soft trail of warmth.

“i do want to. it’s just.. hard to break habit i guess. and now we don’t have any time to.” lando confesses, her heart simultaneously bursting with pride and hurt.

“i’m sure oscar wouldn’t mind if we push his session back for this week.” she offers.

lando moves his head from on top of hers in surprise.

“really? you would do that for me?”

she doesn’t answer, instead heading to the door to ask the aussie sitting outside waiting for her. this is professional, all she wants is for lando to get his feelings out.

once lando rants and gets out every single thought and feeling he had over the weekend and she offers her best advice, she tells him something that she hopes sticks with him for the rest of the season.

“we both know that you are capable of this. you are a world class driver in an amazing car that we know you can drive i just don’t want your downfall to be your mind. it’s amazing but you let it hurt you too much. don't let your mind make you feel like you aren't worthy of this. you aren't just a stain on someone's kitchen floor, okay?"

lando only nods in understanding before standing from the chair again, you rise again to stand beside him. instead if asking this time, he just pulls you into another hug, this one feels tighter than the last but you don’t complain. no, you smile into it and weirdly repress the urge to press a kiss on his shoulder. okay, that’s not at all professional.

★・・・・・・★

later on, before the workday for her ends, she finds herself reaching for her notebook. she didn't write down everything he said, she would be there all day with the way he spoke to her these days. it was just things that she felt she would want to circle back on in later sessions, she did it with every client she has, oscar's notes sat a little emptier a divider away. but there was something different about lando's notes that she didn't even realise that she had done until she was reviewing after that session.

she flicks to the divider with his name on it and gets to today's notes.

likes to unwind after race by watching an adam sandler film.

okay, that's still on the professional side. nothing too wrong with that, it's good to have fun and easy ways to decompress, especially as an f1 driver, she tells herself.

doesn't like sushi.

that's... not professional but not weird to write down? she questions herself in her head. she remembers the conversation in her head and can't help the smile that creeps up onto her face at the memory. she should not be smiling right now but that small smile turns into a full on beaming grin as what she had wrote next.

smells like that one cologne from armani.

she can't even remember writing that. her smile drops in seconds, thinking that this was getting creepy. why had she written that? she was going to have to start paying more attention to what she was writing in her sessions with lando. she seemed like a fucking stalker.

she snaps the book shut and shoves it back in it's drawer. it's like this was the push she needed to get moving and get home. she gathers her stuff from her 'temporary' office and throws on her coat, it was getting warmer woking but not warm enough to forgo a jacket of some sort. as she was walking out to the car park she passed by the trophy cabinet and about a million pictures of lando smiling.

she had to get a grip.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fic #lando norris fluff #lando norris angst #lando norris x you #ln4 angst #ln4 fluff #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #ln4 x reader #lando x reader

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3n-vi-ous · 1 day ago

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little things about the obey me cast

lucifer

The Mom Purse™

has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)

probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to

always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee

will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them

very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast

wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)

mammon

talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations

eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)

chronic over exaggerator

incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof

doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)

sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory

leviathan

once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head

wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)

squeaks when he does a big stretch

could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations

not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact

reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously

satan

HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way

doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening

totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off

doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird

would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)

writes personal notes in glittery gel pen

asmodeus

has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school

once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life

steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')

would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon

will lie with the straightest face

eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands

beelzebub

comically easy to scare

takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention

has won several fangol games for his team

weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch

would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)

if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing

very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc

belphagor

always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc

this came around because of beel, ofc

additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets

can do some sick knife tricks

not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet

would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols

diavolo

takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with

adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger

can't say a tongue twister to save his life

likes party games like cards against humanity

hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations

the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying

loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly

sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff

barbatos

probably cracks his joints really loud

can beat you up but thinks he's above it

has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him

lucid dreams all the time

has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo

probably watches people sleep sometimes

i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time

mephistopheles

has really expensive cologne

very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks

rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat

his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses

never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver

secretly loves white girl music

great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother

would totally get bullied on roblox

simeon

smells like lavender

once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame

paces a lot when he's in thought

gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted

absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic

probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo

i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it

luke

knows all the swear words. will never say a thing

needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody

likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at

cant pronounce 'comfortable'

got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0

the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos

if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them

solomon

sleepwalker

has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen

cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone

gestures a lot when speaking

would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck

it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus

his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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spiderb00 · 21 hours ago

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- GREEN-EYED MOSTER

Yoo Jaeyi x reader

“all you were doing was following your girlfriend's plan. But all she saw was green"

Genre – fluff? warnings - none

Now playing – Blank Space, by Taylor Swift

“So it's gonna be forever. Or it's gonna go down in flames"

Jaeyi doesn't know exactly when it all started to taste bitter in her mouth, she just knows that at some point the time you were spending with Ye-ri started to piss her off.

She knows it was her idea, I mean, of course you wouldn't be that close to Ye-ri if you didn't have your girlfriend's permission. Not in your dreams would you be so close to another girl without Jaeyi knowing about it. The big deal is that Jaeyi began to bitterly regret the plan she thought up when she saw how comfortable Ye-ri was feeling around you.

Everyone at that school knew you belonged to Yoo Jaeyi, and no one dared lay a finger on you, spoke up, stared too long, or lusted after you. No one was crazy enough to try to defy Jaeyi, at least not until now.

As much as all this bothered your girlfriend, she knew that you would NEVER prefer Ye-ri to her. But Ye-ri's intrusive behavior was already getting on her nerves. The long touches, the way Ye-ri laughed at your stupid jokes, you following Ye-ri to all her classes like an obedient puppy... All of this irritated Jaeyi, because you weren't Ye-ri's! She couldn't be that comfortable with you! You're Jaeyi's!

And she was going to make you remember that.

She waited patiently in your room. The light from your desk lamp faintly illuminating the room in yellow, Jaeyi's cell phone showing your location in real time. She'd seen you walk up to Ye-ri's house - and she'd calculated exactly how long you'd stood at the door, just to make sure Ye-ri wouldn't ask you to come in - minutes before, but now, you're almost at your own house, your steps calm, as if you don't have any worries to deal with.

Jaeyi's phone had already notified her of two messages from you, just asking how she was and if she'd arrived home yet. Her eyes narrowed at this, and she let out a sarcastic snort. “Oh, now you want to know how I am...” That's what she said after seeing your message.

Jaeyi was startled slightly by the sound of the door opening, not even realizing that she had disassociated long enough for you to finally arrive home. She heard your footsteps coming up the stairs, settling into the armchair in your room as if she owned the place (maybe she did).

When the door opened, her eyes immediately landed on you. You were there, confusion stamped on your face as you scratched your head, looking at your phone and probably wondering why your girlfriend hadn't answered your messages yet.

You sat on the edge of the bed with an annoyed huff, still unaware of your girlfriend's presence two meters away from you. “She always makes me answer her messages immediately, but she can't answer a single fucking message.”

Jaeyi's eyebrow arched, surprised that you were saying things like that about her when you were alone, when while you were with her, all you did was nod and agree like an idiot puppy.

“Is that what you say about me when you're alone?” Jaeyi's voice echoed through the silent room.

You startled, jumping onto the bed and almost falling face-first onto the floor. With agility, you managed to put your hands on the floor, looking at the armchair in the corner of your room, only to see your girlfriend with that characteristic little smile that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jagiya!” The name came out of your lips automatically. "Fuck, you scared me! What are you doing here? And why didn't you answer me?"

Your questions were ignored, as was the feeling of love Jaeyi felt when she heard you call her by her nickname.

“Did you have fun with Ye-ri?”

The question made your head tilt slightly to the left, confused as if the youngest of the Yoo's had asked an absurd question - which she doesn't think is the case.

"I left her at home... But I haven't gotten anything out of what she's doing with your father yet, sorry." You've barely finished speaking before you hear your girlfriend's sarcastic giggle.

She was still sitting in the armchair, staring at you kneeling on the floor next to your bed. She loved seeing how dumb you looked in front of her, it was almost as if she sucked all the knowledge out of your brain and left it trapped between her fingers, only letting it slip out when she wanted it to.

“That's a surprise, given the fact that she's so close to you.” Jaeyi's gaze was challenging, almost as if she wanted you to ask what she was talking about.

“All right, I really don't understand.” You got up from the floor, putting your hands on your waist, trying to make yourself look bigger in front of your girlfriend.

“Of course you don't understand.” She stood up from the armchair, and you took a step back. Your hands fell away from your waist, being positioned uncomfortably next to your body. “You're just too innocent a puppy to notice that Ye-ri is shamelessly hitting on you!”

Her words hit you hard, you hadn't realized that Ye-ri was hitting on you, you thought it was just her, being the usual flirtatious girl. Well, it seems you were wrong.

"I was just following your plan, jagiya. I didn't want you to feel that way..."

Jaeyi's footsteps echoed through the room, she slowly approached you.

“Like what, jagiya?” She asked, raising her hand to run her fingers through your hair.

“You know...” You replied, tilting your head and closing your eyes. Letting yourself be carried away by her fingers caressing your scalp. “Jealous.”

The giggle that came out of your girlfriend's mouth made you open your eyes again, looking at her only to find that she was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes.

"Oh jagiya... I'm not jealous, I'm just going to make sure you know you're mine!"

just testing again ;)

i told you how obsessed i was with “friendly rivalry” and then some of you told me to write to the girls and here i am.

i hope you like it, it's not much but it's something ;)

drink water and stay safe

xoxo, spider.

#yoo jaeyi x reader #yoo jaeyi #friendly rivalry #gxg imagine #wlw imagine #lee hyeri #lee hyeri x reader #gxg #spiderb00

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vanswarpedtour · 1 day ago

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We sat down to chat with MySpace’s beloved MILLIONAIRE$ about their return to the Warped stage, old mems, and excitement for what’s to come. Learn how to LIVE FA$T and PARTY HARD before catching them at all three stops in DC, Long Beach, and Orlando this year!

How does it feel to come back and play Vans Warped Tour in 2025?

Melissa: When we got the offer, I legit was like, “REALLY? It’s actually back?!?” In my mind, it was not gonna come back.

Meredith: When I found out I was in disbelief, I was like, “Really???”

What’s your craziest Warped memory?

Melissa: [The realization] didn’t hit me until the moment I walked onto the stage for the first time. I’d never done a FESTIVAL festival…nothing like Warped Tour. I remember walking on stage and being like “Woah! Am I ready for this?”

We were treated like the losers, like the outcasts. Another girl in the band, someone threw a shoe and hit her in the face. We got a lot of shit talked to us that we laugh about now. I think it’s this redemption thing, playing this year. Like, “Fuck all you guys! Look who’s still fucking here bitch!”

Meredith: I was going to Warped Tour every summer…I have great memories of lying to my mom and telling her I was spending the weekend at a friend’s house, and then getting in a car with a bunch of kids and driving up to Dallas in a beater not knowing if we’re gonna make it *laughs.* And then just getting a gnarly sunburn, and hanging out with my friends, not even really caring who’s on the lineup, we’re just going for the vibe.

What’s something you have to do before every performance?

Meredith: For our headline shows, we’ll have our DJ play a set, and we’ve curated that playlist with our favorite music. We hype up beforehand and dance around backstage!

Melissa: We also do our little “double double” hand thing…

Meredith: Yeah we also do uh, *patty cake/elevator hand game motion* little hand clap thing–

Melissa: And we also have nails on, so it’s like this *awkwardly does the hand motion.*

Meredith: Yeah, instead of a huddle we do a little secret handshake thing.

What’s your favorite song to perform live and why?

Melissa: I don’t know! That’s a hard one! No matter what order the set is, the first song when we jump on stage is the most hype. Also, we normally play “Alcohol” last. I think that one is so ingrained, everyone is having fun. I’m so excited to be on stage, and it’s sad to have to leave the stage, so it’s like giving my last moment of “Let’s just do it!” even if I’m exhausted.

Meredith: Yeah, that one’s just so iconic. And no matter who you are, I feel like everyone knows the words, and it’s easy to sing along even if you don’t. By that time, everyone’s balls to the walls. My favorite song is “Stay the Night.” The melody is really fun, and the dance we do to it is like old school Dream Girls vibes, and I like those types of songs.

Describe MILLIONAIRE$ in three words.

Meredith: Unapologetic. Iconic. Hot.

Melissa: Party. Besties 🫶. DGAF.

What’s your favorite part of Vans Warped Tour?

Meredith: Seeing so many friends that are also on the lineup. I think it’s really fun that we all get to do this together and it’s gonna feel almost like summer camp in a way *laughs.* Hanging out, seeing lots of friends, and watching a lot of bands that we love–there’s so many bands on the lineup that we’re both fans of. At the end of the day, even though we’re playing, we’re fans of this music, so that’s cool!

Melissa: It’s so nice to hang out again with the people we grew up listening to. Getting to see them perform and performing alongside them is a really cool feeling. I’m so happy to say they’re keeping the scene alive in Warped Tour too.

If you could collaborate with any other band or artist, who would it be and why?

Meredith: We got asked this last year at When We Were Young, and I think we said Charli XCX. That would be crazy. Maybe a metalcore band would be cool. We’re both fans of metalcore and there’s a lot of bands in the scene that are awesome right now. Yeah, I think that would be so fun!

Melissa: Yeah, and we could sing with them, or do our cutesy rap too! I would want to do a song or a tour with people that still want to keep the scene alive. I just wanna have fun, it’s not some competition. When we do shows and songs, I want it to be fun, I like that part of music!

Do you have anything exciting planned for your Warped set (that we can know about)?

Meredith: Party vibes, fun, and high energy. We’re working on a way to spice it up even more.

Are there any new or upcoming releases fans should keep an eye out for?

Meredith: We’re planning to do another release with Graveboy Records which is really exciting. To be determined when that’s gonna be, but new music is on the way, and maybe some other stuff that we can’t talk about yet.

What tips do you have for up-and-coming bands/artists?

Melissa: Never give up. No matter who talks shit about you, I don’t care, never give up! Just believe in it. It’s always been in my heart, a lot of people are like, “How are you still wearing the bow?” and all this mean stuff–it’s like dude, this is just me! Believe in your music, because other people will believe in it too.

#vans warped tour #MILLIONAIRE$#warped mag

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midnightshindig · 2 days ago

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I would love to see a Allen x reader while their having fun in the sun. With Allen’s first time being in a human beach.

Allen the Alien X Reader: Beach Episode

this is on some TOH shit where I'm making the executive decision that alien beaches are like unbearable or dangerous asf

ty for your time

today I did three loads of laundry and handled college stuff like a boss so yk go me.

"Hey babe do you wanna go to the beach? The UV is 10 today and I wanna work on my tan."

You didn't mean anything by it, casually packing a beach bag as you spoke

What you didn't expect was Allen's reaction, confused and a little startled

"What? Babe, you can't be serious. There's got to be better places to tan than near open beaches. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"....what?" you narrowed your eyes, jaw slack in perturbed confusion. The fuck was he on about?

He raised an eyebrow back "Like, pools of water are one thing, man made, safe. But naturally occurring bodies of the stuff? Isn't that dangerous? I thought you guys knew better than to play with dangerous nature."

You couldn't restrain yourself from cracking a smile, piecing together his mistake "Allen, babes, beaches here aren't inherently dangerous. We've got wildlife and like.... the undertow I guess, but most beaches are totally safe here." You remembered something, smiling even more "Bitch you've SEEN Teen Beach Movie."

He joined you in laughing, "I thought that was an exaggeration! Like- a fantasy world where the water is safe! How was I supposed to know?" He walked over to you, an air of humor now that this misunderstanding had been cleared up

"No hon, it's for reals. Now go get your swim trunks, you're coming with me!"

The beach was moderately packed with people, not uncommon for the newly warm time of year

Just enough to assure Allen of the safety of the water while not stopping you from getting a good spot on the sand to set up camp

He helped you prop up your sun umbrella and sheet, unpacking the small cooler of sodas and water you'd brought with you for refreshment

"I still don't understand why we brought water, isn't there water right there? It's nature, so there aren't chemicals or anything." Allen turned a water bottle in his hand

You hummed in response, cracking the tab off a soda and taking a sip "Yeah, but there's salt in this water, you can't drink it. Plus like... fish pee and all sorts of shit."

Satisfied with this answer, Allen drank one some of one of the water bottles and placed the remaining bottle back in the cooler

"C'mon, let's go swim!" He held out a hand to you, but you looked up at him with scrutiny

"I came here to tan, babe, I'm goo-" before you knew it, Allen had hoisted you over his shoulder and was walking you to the shoreline

"Getting wet makes tanning easier, pluuuuus-," He dumped you into the water ",It's more fun this way!!"

You squealed, feeling the cold water rush around you as you came up for air

He hadn't gone very far into the water, just enough that you weren't hurt by the throw

"Gahh you dick!" you splashed him with a hearty laugh, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him into the water to no avail

"I'm gonna get you!!" You jumped onto his back, trying to pull him into the water, both of you laughing all the while

"Nuh uh!" he yelled back, flipping you over his shoulder and carrying you bridal style before dropping you into the water

This continued for a while until the two of you tuckered yourselves out.

You retired to your sheet in the sand, taking the opportunity to drink some water and tan

"So, what do you think?" You asked, candidly lounging on your stomach

He thought for a minute, before responding with a bright smile "It's pretty sick! It's nice you guys get to enjoy nature like this. It's.... pretty communal. And free. Crazy stuff!"

The air was pleasant and a light breeze kept you cool in the hot weather, all seemed right with the world

After a bit of lounging, you walked up the beach to buy sandwiches from a shop on the pier, before returning to your sheet to eat

"I have no idea how you eat those..." you teased, cringing at his unusual sandwich

"The strawberries ADD to the roast beef, babe, you don't understand flavor combos like I do."

"That's disgusting...."

"I wonder if we have different taste buds. We must. because if you could taste it like I do, you'd be just as obsessed." he took a large bite of his monstrosity, strawberry juices dribbling down his chin before he wiped it up with the backside of his hand "How's yours?"

You finished your own bite and hummed in contentment, "Good! Same sandwich I've been getting since I was a kid. It's hard to go wrong with a well-loved classic."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, babe" he allowed you to lean against his shoulder, the two of you watching as the sun began to set on the water

After packing up, you let Allen haul everything to the car

what good is a super strong alien boyfriend if he doesn't lug shit around for you?

You returned the favor by being the one to drive, since your human car didn't much agree with Allen's proportions

With the top down, he fit as comfortably as he could

"So," you started, pulling onto the road as the wind started to tussle your hair ", how did you enjoy the beach?"

Without skipping a beat, he enthusiastically responded, "It was incredible! I had no idea you guys had such cool natural life here. I wish I'd grown up with natural swimming areas, that's cool as hell!!"

"So, do you want to come back sometime this summer?"

He scoffed, leaning over the center console to press a kiss to your head. "Of course, I'd go anywhere if you asked me to."

#invincible #invincible show #invincible season 3 #invincible fanfic #invincible spoilers #allen x reader #invincible allen #allen the alien

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spideyjimin · 2 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you @lo1k-diamonds for tagging me :)

Share those beautiful WIPs. If you don't have one, share the idea that you're working on or the art.

bon, it's not wednesday, but since i've been working on break my heart, i wanted to post a little teaser 👀 honestly get ready for this one, i'm getting wild 🤭 soo bare in mind that this might change since i'm working on it ✨

Break my heart 💔

Tonight, everything is different. You noticed it the second you stepped out of your room. You noticed it when his eyes devoured you back at your shared apartment. You noticed it when you did the same. Tonight, there’s an unexplained longing between you. You ignore where this comes from, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to be your night companion.

“Maybe I just needed a reason to stay.”

His eyes say more than words ever could. They are locked on yours like you’re the only thing that exists. He wants you. Desperately. He craves you with his entire soul. And he doesn’t mind as well if you’re his night companion this evening.

And from the way your pulse jumps, the way you look at him, he knows. He knows that you want this too. His hand shifts, his fingers grazing your waist. A light touch, but enough to send heat surging through you. Your breath catches. And he notices. Of course he does.

Then, that slow and wicked smirk of his forms. The one that screams trouble. The one he gives to his flirts. The one that usually makes you laugh because it was never meant for you. But now, it doesn’t make you laugh. It makes you weak. It makes you an easy prey for him.

“And what’s that reason?” he murmurs, leaning in, voice thick with heat and tease. “Is it the suit?” he pauses. “I noticed the way you looked at me at home.”

You slowly slide a finger along the lapel of his jacket. You’re trying to hide the fact that this man right here is making it difficult for you to remain composed. How can you resist him? Honestly, now you understand why there isn’t a single woman who can resist his charms. You used to make fun of them, but now, you understand them.

“Should I remind you of the way you looked at me?” your voice is also filled with heat and tease.

He leans in. Closer. His lips hover just beside your cheek, near your ear, but he doesn’t touch.

“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you,” he confesses.

Your fingers move down, tracing now invisible circles on his chest while your bodies keep moving at the music’s rhythm.

“Such cheesy words,” you reply, a smirk arising on your face. “That’s what I deliver to the men I want in between my legs.”

Jungkook’s lips curl into a mischievous smile, his eyes darkening even more.

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

This makes you go still. Although it’s written all over his face that it’s what he wants, hearing it out loud makes it real. And if this is real, it means your friendship will never be the same anymore. It means that you’ve ruined the friendship. There won’t be any coming back after this night. You won’t even be able to blame it on the alcohol. You barely drank anything.

The music continues around you, bodies moving on every side, but your world has narrowed down to him. His breath. His stare. The way his hand flexes, like he’s seconds from pulling you in. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate a second when the next words leave his lips.

“Say the word,” he breathes. “And I’m yours tonight.”

#tag game #wip wednesday #break my heart #teaser #jungkook fanfic

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smoothlikealikeasnake · 9 hours ago

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In SCSC how would the boys react finding out that MC stands a male K-pop ground other than BTS or her alt bias is in a different group?

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Bonus Drabble 1

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - BTS being jealous, sulking, showing off, they are so dorky it’s funny, if there’s anything to add lmk! x

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

Timing - Somewhere after Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Author Notes - HI! I could of answered this with just yk a long breakdown of each reaction but I felt this was more fun 😭 I loved writing this fr like I feel I don’t really touch on the fact that they are idols enough

I also love and have so many plans for just yk usual interactions you have with friends and such like idk about you but fangirling with your friends and teasing eachother for your crushes is just one of those things yk. I am really loving touching on random things like this

I actually have another Drabble I have planned to write a little later today that follows this up!

It started simply as just one of those extremely rare days where all of the boys go to your cafe together in that corner, which you hadn't rearranged since their first visit. It’s close to closing; you don’t mind, they’re a welcome presence, calm and… familiar.

They’re on their first round of drinks when they smell your scent sweeten just a tad and hear you playing around with Yuqi, pushing and whisper shouting at her whilst you both giggle. Yuqi’s showing you something, something that makes them all sort of tune in to the interaction, trying to catch a glimpse of the phone, and maybe they don’t quite know what to say at the sight of a shirtless Choi San picture that has you trying to cover the phone, a little flustered.

You’ve never mentioned listening to much Kpop actually, despite hearing it here and there in the cafe every once in a while; it isn’t the most common genre on your playlist, and you’ve actually never mentioned anything about their music at all, not that it bothers them, of course; it’s quite refreshing. You don't treat them like celebrities, but now, for some reason, they are all very envious of Choi San for having you practically giggling and twirling your hair.

Jimin takes the chance to jump on the topic the instant you come over to refill the teas on the table, catching you off guard as you pour.

“Do you listen to a lot of Kpop Y/n?” - Leaning forward on his hand with an innocent smile, nothing letting on that this has anything to do with your reaction to that photo.

“Occasionally” - Is all you say, a small nod thinking he’s just curious.

“Favourite Group?” - Tae presses, also leaning in now, kind of predatory and when you straighten up after pouring, there's a half hesitant, half amused smile on your face as their curiosity. You truly don’t listen to a lot of Kpop, you have heard the boys’ music countless times, of course; you listen to so many groups but just here and there, no particular favourite.

It just so happens that you have a huge celebrity crush on Choi San, hes hot alright? Can’t help it. Maybe it makes you listen to Ateez just a little more.

You arent going to tell them that, obviously, not going to blurt out ‘well i have a huge crush on San from Ateez so…’, you also won’t answer their question at all really

“I don’t have one” - You laugh out and now they all give you pointed looks, leaning in until it feels like your actually under interrogation. someone mutters, ‘come on if you had to pick?’ and you grow nervous under their gazes

Much to your betrayal, Yuqi decides to answer for you- not even getting you out of it more just dropping you in, and you silently betray yourself too by flustering beyond belief at her words.

“She likes Ateez, specifically San” - You curse her in your head and The 7 alphas dont take their eyes off of you for a second, gauging your reaction, rubbing at your neck and laughing awkwardly, trying to deny it clumsily and giving up after a few moments.

Okay they’re jealous, definitely. Is it selfish to admit they only want you to have eyes for them and they only want that reaction to be for themselves-

Jimin plays it off, teasing lightly and when you are finally free of their caging, you practically run, scolding Yuqi quickly.

Meanwhile, around the table, they are all kind of sulking. Typical.

Although the rest don’t realise it at first, something prideful and determined sparks in Jungkook’s eyes, and he can’t help thinking, well ‘i also have abs and big biceps; she’s just never seen them’ and he’s so grateful for the impending summer heat for a moment, the perfect excuse. Perfect excuse to pull off his hoodie and reveal his white shirt that used to fit looser but now reveals his biceps, clings to his chest, dances over his abs more than it used to before the military, and even then- he was built. It’s a simple calvin klein t-shirt, the sleeves made to roll up and further reveal his muscle, especially now that the cuffs of the sleeves cling to him, but oh- it fits.

He's so calculated it's funny, waiting until you come back over once they ordered refills, and he acts like he's just stretching naturally, raising his hands to roughly play with his hair, groaning a little as if he really needed this stretch, knowing it's making his biceps pull obscenely at the shirt, flexing, going even tighter around his chest, and making him seem even broader and his waist even smaller. Also, he can feel the slight warmth of the air hit just above his Calvin Klein waistband, where just a sliver of his abs is revealed, and he doesn't even need to look at your face to just feel you falter and stare for a moment, hiding his smirk behind his bicep where he leans back.

That is the moment the rest of the men realise what Jungkook is doing. Hes showing off. Hes being jealous and prideful, that alpha like pride making him like a peacock. He’s practically screaming ‘look at me! look at me!’ without a single word at all and oh, its working.

You’re so glad you finish up placing everything down before looking up because then your met with… a view. Jungkook manspreading and all of his definition on show- oh lord you absolutely struggle and your jaw almost drops right then and there, eyes widening and gaze lingering for just a second too long, swallowing harshly and ready to get out of there before they smell your fluster.

The entire time they’ve known you, they’ve only worn oversized clothes, layers because of the cold and not that you were ever looking for it but you’ve never seen their… builds. You kind of feel like you were missing out because good lord- how are those proportions even possible-

You’re really believing what you were once told that they could benchpress three of you now…

You’re almost certain you make some lame, unnecessary excuse to leave back to the counter as if you needed to justify your actions- you give yourself a way, stuttering over it and darting away after Jungkook’s scent fluffs out, prideful and happily, not seeing how he sits way to chuffed with himself.

The six stare at him, gape at him in absolute disbelief and he just sits their smug and happy, mission successful he thinks.

“Did you just-” - Yoongi starts off in disbelief, really not believing what he’s just witnessed because sure Jungkook does not like his ego getting hurt; hes as competitive as it comes but not once did he imagine he would show off like that- knowingly-

“You child!-” - Jimin bursts out, laughing right at him and slapping Jungkooks chest from across his chair, it doesnt do anything to hurt Jungkooks pride, quite happy with himself, a smile now on his rather rather than a smirk.

“I dont know what your talking about” - Jungkook falsifies his own disbelief, looking away like nothing and sighing, seemingly getting comfortable in his chair, just shrugs even if his cheeks are heating up rapidly at being caught. He can’t even belief he just did that himself. Even more so when Seokjin pipes up with a laugh.

“Might as well just ask her to oil you up” - Now Jungkooks kind of embarrassed, slumping down the chair as if he can melt into it, hes eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of his smile. Never in their lives did the other boys think they’d witness Jungkook actually peacocking for a serious intention behind it-

“Come on then Kook, show us your abs come on” - Hoseok laughs out, wiggling his eyebrows and gesturing to his shirt, not even trying to hide it from your possibly listening ears and Jungkook just gets more embarrassed, sinking further and further into the seat, red all the way up to his ears.

Despite all their teasing, slapping at him all over, throwing teasing comments at him until he is positively ashamed (but also kind of not) of himself, over the next 10 minutes multiple more of the group are taking off their jackets and hoodies ‘bit hot today’ ‘yeah�� kind of excuses as if they aren’t all definitely taking Jungkook’s idea because your reaction was too good not to.

The next time you go back over to them, you regret it. I mean, that image of Jungkook was enough for your heart to rapidly pound against your chest and cheeks to fluster as your omega does laps around your mind but now you think you just might faint.

You forget why you even came over at the sight of 4 of them now Jacketless, obviously its not as if they are shirtless but you sure as hell havent seen this before on them-

Most of them are quite literally just wearing basic t-shirts but my word the way they cling- Yoongi’s white shirt is loose but for some reason shows all the definition and broadness of his chest and biceps, the same for Namjoon, his shirt a light shade of gray-blue, obviously we have already covered Jungkook, Jin wears a black t-shirt more fitted than the others but still loose, lean but broad and clearly strong arms, devastating small waist where his shirt tucks in to his loose trousers and his shoulders are too broad for anyone to remain sane.

It’s not even just what they are wearing, Yoongi and Namjoon are leaning forward, arms braced on their spread knees and it only does more to accentuate them, Jin’s leaning back, legs spread, unapologetically relaxed, arms across the armchair with his head tilted slightly back- looking like a king.

You shouldn’t be flustered- really shouldn’t because they are simply relaxing- arent they- doesnt help when Taehyung pushes the cuffs of his hoodie up to his elbows and your stare gets caught on his hands and forearms and in turn then looks at all of their hands and really you are dug so deep in your fluster that you kind of just gawk-

You are going to turn that AC on high for your own sanity as soon as you manage to get away. Amongst your gawking, frozen state , you can hardly think so your so glad when Hoseok asks you a question, giving you something else to focus on-

“Have you ever listened to any of our songs?” - It almost feels like a trick question with the small smirk on his face, you dont know whether its from the way you were just blatantly affected by literally nothing or if its from waiting for your answer-

“I have- they’re amazing, truly” - You clear your throat to answer, its a compliment they actually get on the daily but for some reason, catches them off guard and all of their subtle and not so subtle peacocking pride disintegrates. They rub at their necks, stumbling over eachother to mumble out a response, a bit flustered, awkwardly laughing and now its actually even because you might have been absolutely gobsmacked at them when you came over but now they are all nervous for some reason and it eases your own mind, less tense where you stand even if your scent is still positively sweet and a tad syruppy with your fluster.

Much to their pride and dignity, you don’t catch on to how purposeful the entire display was and how it was a result of some unjustified jealousy- i mean, they are definitely proud of your reaction to them but they’ll pretend they arent-

Somewhere behind you all, Yuqi is laughing about ‘typical male alphas’, having watched the entire thing and very much amused with the results of her meddling. Oh this was going to be an interesting topic at Friday’s dinner.

I hope you love this as much as I do!

Thank you for reading, as always my asks are open i literally have so much fun answering them 😭💜 let me know what you think of this!

I’m not sure whether to use the Taglist for drabbles so I won’t for this one but I possibly will for future ones once I’ve made the masterlist!

Mwah 💖

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“I can. I will. I do."

EVERYONE, LISTEN: DOCTOR WHO IS SO GOOD RIGHT NOW.

I’m currently really annoyed because Max removed a bunch of seasons of Kid’s Baking Championship while I was in the middle of one but that does not matter because seriously, Doctor who is SO fucking good right now.

It’s that gif where 15 is describing something and he says something like “like WOW” I’m literally hearing it in my head. I’m fully 100% immersed and I love it.

SO -

The Well

Wherein The Doctor and Belinda continue to attempt to get back to Earth only to land in the 51st century, playing along so they can use the vortex indicator AKA the vindicator to get a lock on their coordinates, hoping to pop off again, only to find themselves in a nightmare.

Ya know, usual Wednesday, or whatever.

This episode was SO strong, you guys. You get some of the cute cheekiness, Belinda asking if they need to change clothes before leaving the TARDIS so they can play dress up again (to the tune of “Toxic” which, ends up being pretty on the fucking nose), and my favorite part, 15 clapping back at one of the soldiers who told him it was inappropriate to call him “babes”, saying “okay, hon.” CHEEK. And the exact interaction a woman would go through if they’d been the one to complain.

The Doctor clocked that fucking soldier from the jump. There’s always at least one misogynist asshole in the mix, friends.

Anyway. So they drop down to a planet and 15 tells them they’re there as like, secret shoppers, to make sure they’re completing their mission accurately or some drivel and it turns out the troop is there because there’s a base that hasn’t been heard from in over two weeks. So they go in, because of course they do. And they find a ton of dead bodies, as you’d expect, and a single heartbeat behind a locked door. 15 can never resist a locked door.

The creeping sense of unease was on point in this episode, y’all. I knew there was a callback to 10 but I didn’t know what it was going to be, and it didn’t disappoint. Turns out, they’ve landed on the planet Midnight, except like 400,000 years in the future to when 10 had been there and was almost mimicked out of existence by an entity he had absolutely no knowledge of. Like, what a DEEP cut. I love it.

This time though, instead of the entity trying to steal your voice, it latches to your back and kills anyone who crosses directly behind you. Which is a fun new tact to try, I’m with it. Gotta switch things up, and all that.

So they find that this poor cook, Aliss, is the only one left on the base and 15 goes off to do his thing while Belinda tries to tend to the remaining woman’s injuries and then of course, it gets creepy because Belinda keeps seeing something and then the other soldiers are seeing something and it’s all just fear and paranoia and idiots start stepping behind her, and they die.

The troop leader, Shaya, is trying to be as level headed as possible but guess what! Our favorite douche from earlier calls some protocol on her to try and take over because she’s listening to the Doctor and there’s a great scene where he’s moving around Aliss and everyone is screaming to try and get him to fucking hold still because she’s moving as he’s moving but like we’ve already established that if you go behind her you die and it’s chaos and tada! He gets caught behind her. Satisfying.

Anyway, the Doctor finally approaches Aliss to figure all this out and he can hear the entity whispering to him and man there was so close up on his cute mug while he listened to whatever it was trying to tempt him with and his face was devastated. Of course, we have no idea what he heard, but whatever it was, shook my boy, and I don’t like that.

BUT then! He theorizes that the entity is afraid of its own reflection so he has Shaya do some fancy shooting because the base was mining something liquid and she busts the pipe to create a liquid mirror, which separates the entity from Aliss and they run. I love when they run.

Of course though, they can’t get away unscathed and before they can get out of the base, the entity attaches itself to Belinda. Y’all, the best part of this episode was Shaya sacrificing herself - she shoots Belinda to dislodge the entity which attaches itself to her, and she fucking books it toward the big giant mine and gracefully throws herself in. It’s amazingly selfless and she is an absolute badass and I love when random characters can shine.

And so everything is fine, basically, except MRS. FLOOD shows up as some higher up that the troop reports to, and everyone is annoyed about it. WHAT IS HER DEAL? She’s got to be a harbinger, right? Like, she must be working for the thing that The Toymaker alluded to? And the fucking Meep mentioned. She’s gotta be.

One thing I will say though; I liked the reemergence of the entity, but its original incarnation was more terrifying. Mimicking you until it eventually steals your VOICE? That’s definitely horrifying. But those uniforms though? Dope. They looked great the whole time.

Lucky Day

Ugh. Oh my god y’all, I kind of hated this one. Love hated. Hate loved? It was so ICKY. Stop making me feel things about society so overtly. I don’t like it, it makes me squirm. But also, wow.

Wherein, Ruby tries to get on with her life without the Doctor and meets a cute guy named Conrad that claims he met 15 when he was just a kid, and then saw Ruby with him while they were hunting some crazy monster. He gets him on her podcast and she’s obviously smitten and it seems like they’re gonna have a cute adventure together.

THEY DO NOT HAVE A CUTE ADVENTURE TOGETHER.

I’m gonna admit it, they had me in the first half. They really, really did. Conrad seemed like a good dude who had a run in with the Doctor that changed his life. We’ve seen that before. Remember that time 10 stumbles into a support group for people who had an encounter with him? I have “Mr. Blue Sky” on one of my playlists because of that episode. Usually people who have a barely there brush with him are awed and are so wholesome.

So it was cute for a while, Ruby does his podcast and she’s honest with him about her experiences and they start dating. When Conrad had seen her with 15 they were fighting a monster called the Shreek that like, pukes on people to mark them as prey and then comes back to basically eat them, and Conrad had been marked and Ruby brings him an antidote so he’ll be safe and it’s nice. I’m like, okay girl, move on with your life, get it. Do your thing!

After their 5th date, he takes them to a village where some of his friends live and she wants to be normal but she starts noticing signs that maybe the Shreek has followed them, even though it’s supposed to be locked up at UNIT. So she does the smart thing and she gets Kate on the line for some reassurance and she declines their help, she recognizes maybe she just has PTSD and she tries to settle. And Conrad seems like the caring boyfriend until the power goes out and his friend goes missing from the pub and he admits that he never took the antidote that was given to him because he wanted to be brave like the Doctor.

So UNIT does get called in and Ruby goes out to try and find the random missing guy because they’ve seen a couple of Shreek’s now and even though she tells Conrad to stay inside, he doesn’t. UNIT storms in like their badass selves but something is weird because they’re not getting the readings they expect but everyone can SEE two Shreeks hanging out but like, something’s not right y’all and guess what!

OFF come the masks. It’s two of Conrad’s idiot friends in costumes. And everything gets horrible from there. He says the most fucked up shit to Ruby and he’s live streaming on his shitty podcast or whatever the whole time and he wants to convince everyone that UNIT is lying about aliens and protecting everyone? How does that even make sense? HE’S LITERALLY SEEN IT.

But he’s apparently a butthurt little white boy who never got enough praise and is trapped in an echo chamber and there is where I don’t appreciate being reminded of the state of the literal world because kdgskdskg it’s so close to what’s actually happening and it makes my fucking skin CRAWL.

So this asshole embarks on a mission to discredit UNIT and fuck them over and make a bunch of money for himself because he’s a shit stain and it’s just all really gross. Ya girl Ruby can’t catch a break. Why is it that the two episodes she’s basically helmed by herself have been SO heartbreaking? I really just can’t.

Obviously this idiot has an in at UNIT and so he uses his stooge to get access to the building but then he shoots the dude helping him because he’s literally irredeemable and he comes up to the platform where Kate and Ruby are to, what? Convince Kate into admitting the entire setup is a lie? Like, did he really think that was going to WORK? He knows it’s real! What the FUCK was he hoping to gain out of his stunt?

Here’s what I’m definitely here for though: Kate calls his bluff. She’s got the Shreek outside ready to be transported and she literally has no more fucks to give. So she lets it out. Because of course this idiot didn’t drink the antidote that would have saved him. She lets it loose, tells everyone to stay back, lets darwinism take the wheel. And I LOVE THAT. Was it morally wrong? Probably. Do I care in the slightest? No. People like that deserve the consequences of their actions.

Ruby was legit like ‘don’t do this we should help him’ and that’s nice and she’s pure hearted but nah girl. At some point, we need to fight back. And Kate was fighting back. And she’s gonna sleep like a goddamn baby, as she should. Sometimes, you have to make the hard choices.

So this shit stain starts crying and begging and Ruby swoops in and tasers the Shreek and he has the BALLS to say something like ‘oh your special effects are improving’ but then mofo gets BIT and thank god.

They throw his ass in a prison. And Ruby vows to try and get herself together, process her trauma, and I hope she does.

But then, we see this fucking incel transported into the TARDIS to get a dressing down from a wonderfully smiling Doctor, saying “You’re special for all the wrong reasons” which is the understatement of the fucking century. But of course, the dickface just digs himself in deeper, even after 15 tells him he dies alone in a prison cell. He loves the echo chamber he’s chosen, and no amount of logic or opposing viewpoints is going to pull him out of it. He literally says “I reject your reality”.

HOW THE FUCK DO WE DEAL WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT? How did we get here? How do we get out of it? This episode gave me no answers and it just made my heart really fucking hurt. All I can do in my daily life is try to put it out of my mind because there are no solutions right now. Seriously, how do we combat this?

And to top it off, here comes Mrs. fucking Flood to let this shitbag out of his cell so yeah, I’m now convinced she’s got to be a harbinger. And all of it is gross.

Hate-loved this episode. Emphasis on the hate. But fuck if it wasn’t good. And I can’t wait to see what happens next. I’m gonna need y’all to build me back up, 15, because you brought me way the fuck down. Can we at least get a really satisfying, happy ending to all of this since I won’t get one in real life? I trust you boo, don’t steer me wrong…

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