#like your legs sans hair. Maybe sometimes

[piratejoongie]

How I think ateez will eat you out, part 2.

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V. San

Kitty licks - short but precise. I think he will do whatever he wants, depending on his mood. He will switch from licking and sucking your clit to making out with your cunt. He'd occasionally add fingers, depending on how well-behaved you are for him. What he loves the most is having your thighs on his shoulders, so when he eats you out and pleasure gets overwhelming, you can squeeze his head with 5 he'd go even faster. Bonus points if you squrit all over him, he'll just be cocky since he knows he did a good job. {link}

VI. Mingi

See this man right here? He's a menace when it comes to eating you out, can and will be worse than Seonghwa sometimes. He is going down on you like a sunset and is staying there until he get enough. He doesn't care if you bite him, scratch his hands and back, if you try pusing him off with your legs, if you pull his hair... whatever you do will get him more turned on. His favourite thing to do is keeping your legs apart so they're not in his way, and he loves going fast. There's just something about you whimpering and crying from pleasure that makes him wild. He can be sloppy and take it slow, but why bother. That rapper tongue of his is skilled and if the mood takes him, you'll be riding his face while he uses his tongue to fuck you. {link}

VII. Wooyoung

I think he would enjoy it when you use his face. Like tie him up, his arms and legs, sit on his face and just use it for your own pleasure... just be careful when you untie him, because if he decides that he hasn't had enough, he'll tie you and tease you, kissing your inner thighs, around your cunt, until you beg for him to eat you out. He'll be rocky enough to try making you squirm and squirt, and when he succeeds, he'll just do it again. If you ask him to eat you out in a public place, he'll do it. {link}

VIII. Jongho

He'll be so sweet with you, taking his precious time and making sure you feel good. He'll worship you in every way possible and will go slow because he's scared to break you... but, if you tease him long enough and behave like a brat, expect him to eat you out just enough to bring you close to your orgasm and then denying you of it. If he feels merciful enough, he'll let you cum maybe twice on his tongue. Nevertheless, he loves going slow and using his hands to play with your boobs and sensitive nipples. {link}

[beenbaanbuun]

misunderstandings w/ san

words - some

genre - fluff/angst with a dash of nsfw but not smut

warnings - horny!san, soft!san, sad!reader, misunderstandings, san in grey sweatpants, mentions of sex, no actual sex/sexual acts, reader speaks in riddles and expects san to understand

it’s no surprise to anyone that san likes to be cosy and comfy

we’ve all seen that fuzzy great sweater that he always wears

that thing looks like it would send me to sleep within seconds of putting it on, but i digress…

another item of clothing he keeps close to his heart is sweat pants, more specifically grey ones

he says they’re just comfy, but you know exactly why he wears them

they cling to his thighs so nicely and leave very little to the imagination

sometimes just seeing him in them is enough to drive you insane

it’s even worse if he takes a shower before putting them on, because 9 times out of 10, that man is not putting underwear on with them

a shirt is also optional… apparently san just doesn’t like the way they feel when his skin is damp

personally, you think san just does it because he knows it drives you crazy

in fact, there’s been more than a few times when you’ve texted san throughout your day at work about how much you miss him

and shown up at the end of the day with him on your couch, just like that; half naked with sopping wet hair

and whilst ‘i miss you’ usually is just code for ‘i’m horny’, sometimes it just means you’re having a bad day and want to hold him close for the rest of the day

either way, you don’t mind showing up to your house with a half naked san on your couch

you’re about to get the best dick of your life, or incredibly soft cuddles

it all depends on your response to his obvious advances, although sometimes he isn’t the best at taking hints

“you’re home,” he opens his arms the moment you walk through the door, as if asking for a hug

you’re more than happy to oblige, dumping your bag on the floor and letting your tired body collapse onto his

it had been a frustrating day to say the least

your coworker had been off so her work had been passed to you, despite the fact that no one person would be able to do all of that by themselves

still, the boss expected it whether you complained or not

saying you were drained was an understatement

as your body connects with san’s, he grunts, but catches you effortlessly

“fucking hell, babe,” he squeezes you gently as he holds you to his chest, “careful, yeah?”

you nod half heartedly into the damp skin of his neck

“you’re naked,” you deadpan, snuggling into his warmth a little

you know what it means, but you haven’t quite decided whether that’s what you want or not

maybe sex would take your mind off the day behind you

or maybe it would overstimulate you and send you spiralling… who’s to know!

“hardly,” he replies, “i have my sweatpants on…”

“and what are the chances of there being something underneath,” you wait for his response, but he stays silent which tells you everything you need to know

not that you need any confirmation; you can feel his hardening dick pressing against your thigh

you decide then and there that no, sex definitely would not be the best option

the thought alone of the ache that would follow is enough to make you decide that you certainly could not handle it right now

“it’s covered, is it not?” he finally says through pouted lips

you sit up fully and look at him with a fed-up expression, hoping he gets the message

you’d never been too good at saying no to people

something along the lines of not wanting to disappoint people

usually you just dropped hints and hoped for the best; san usually understood sooner or later

“it’s rock hard against my leg, san,” you scoff, “i don’t think your sweatpants are going to stop me from feeling that…”

he shrugs with a smirk

“that sounds like a you problem,” he says, which is actually factually incorrect, “maybe you should do something to sort it out…”

you can’t help but sigh at his inability to take any sort of hint

“or maybe, you can take yourself up to the bathroom and get rid of the problem yourself!”

it’s more obvious that the glare you gave him previously

still, the smirk remains as though you’re just teasing him

he shakes his head with a grin

“but you’re literally right here,” he whines, “and the bathroom is all the way upstairs…”

“i’m not in the mood to ache right now, sannie,” you once again, drop a hint that he, once again, completely disregards

in fact your statement makes him smile, clearly happy with what your statement implies about how good he fucks you usually

“i’ll be gentle?”

“san!” you scold, frustrated that your rock-headed boyfriend can’t seem to understand that whether or not he was rough was not the issue here

“i’m just saying,” he puts his hands up defensively

you look down at him with tired eyes, frustrated tears forming in the corners as you grow tired of throwing hint after hint at him

as much as you hated saying ‘no’ so bluntly, you settle on the fact that you might have to

“san,” you start, taking a deep sigh to calm your nerves, “i’m trying to tell you that i don’t want to have sex right now.”

you have to force yourself to look at him

even though you know that he’ll be more than fine with that fact, you can’t help but feel a little guilty about it

and when you look up at him, you can’t help not notice that his face falls a little

not that he’s upset at you not wanting sex, he’s just upset that he clearly misread the situation

and maybe he feels a little (a lot) guilty for pushing so hard when, now that he thinks back on it, you actually weren’t that interested

“oh, baby,” he mumbles softly as he moves his hands to rest against your thighs that sit either side of hips, “bad kind of ‘i miss you’, huh?”

you nod

“the bad kind,” you respond with a shrug, as if you’re trying to pass it off as nothing

but of course, gentleman san would never let that happen

because your emotions are never nothing

“you should’ve told me straight away,” he scolds gently, “or maybe i should’ve asked…” he frowns, “either way, if i’d have known i’d never have pushed so hard… you know that, right?”

you nod ever so slightly

of course you should’ve told him straight away, but again, saying no is hard for you and the ever present fear of disappointment hangs over your head like a rain cloud

and while you were positive that nothing you did could ever disappoint san, there was still something in the back of your brain that told you otherwise

“of course i know that, sannie,” you pout, “but you know me…”

“hm, i do know you,” he mutters as he rubs gentle circles into your thighs, “and i know how scary saying no is, but it’s just me.”

just san… it’s just san

you nod, understanding exactly what he means

there’s no external judgement, or any judgement at all for that matter, because it’s just san

and san doesn’t care about these things

san just wants to make you happy and if sex wouldn’t make you happy, then san would happy live with blue balls for the night

you nod again, more enthusiastic this time

“it’s just you,” you give him a small smile, which he returns without even a second passing

“there’s that pretty smile,” he coos before shifting his hands to your waist and tugging you gently until you’re lay flat against his chest once more

and you’re happy to just lie there in silence as san trails his fingers up and down your spine to soothe you

he’s not asked about your day yet, and he probably won’t for a while, content to sit in silence and love you for now

and you’re content too

very content

[gremlingottoosilly]

The art of hospitality (Nanami Kento x fem!Reader)

Life wasn't that good after you dropped out of college. Luckily, a friend of a friend of a relative was willing to take you to live with him so you could watch over his weirdly big house while he was away on endless work trips. Nanami never thought that investment in the kindness of his heart would pay out like this. He is not complaining.

Tags and CW: Yandere, mild dub-con, non-consensual masturbation, Nanami is a panty stealer, light age difference, power imbalance, housewife kink AO3

Some people are just not built to fend for themselves. Nanami can name a few, even though the sentiment leaves a bitter, bun-haired taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t think like this – like him – but it’s as impossible as not thinking about a panda bear after you just been prompted with hot imagining one. 

He can only repeat that he isn’t like this. It isn’t like him. Some people are just not built to fend for themselves, so people like Nanami are doing everything in their power to protect them. Weak are ruling the society and this is exactly how it is supposed to be. Strong should be content with not having any gratitude, happy that they were able to help. This is exactly how it’s supposed to be, and yet… — Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Nanami-san. With the lease and everything coming up, I just… His cheeks aren’t dusted red because this won’t be a normal answer to the situation. He isn’t blushing because he is somewhat not used to receiving a little thank you from a nice girl next door that he allowed to live with him and watch over the house while he is away on the missions(dumb, dumb girl got kicked out of the apartment after a failed lease renewal and found him through a friend of a relative). He knows how grateful you are – not having many things or a lot of money saved, you probably would have moved back to the countryside if it weren’t for him. For a girl like you, it would be kissing your dreams goodbye. Not like sleeping on his couch is any better for someone your age. There is curry on the kitchen island. He recognises the packaging – generic brand from the convenience store he sometimes walked passed during missions in Asakusa. Hm. Last time he touched your cooking(four days before, when he actually managed to drag himself to the house without losing too much sweat) it was made from scratch. He isn’t complaining because he still wasn’t the one to cook it. Asking a girl in dire circumstances to play housewife would be… You don’t pay rent, you get half of the groceries from him(ever-lasting meal planning for everything, even when half of it gets thrown away after a nasty curse hunt is leaves him on the other side of the prefecture for few days in the row) and you don’t sleep on the couch. He has a perfectly comfortable guest bedroom with fresh sheets for you. 

Maybe, you could play housewife a little bit. It’s so stupid for someone in his position, but the packaging of a store-made curry almost made him question the decision to help you in the first place. He didn’t…didn’t expect you to cook for him, of course. He only took you in because being a young adult is tough and not having any friends in a city as expensive as Tokyo can crush a girl like you. He doesn’t know what is this feeling blooming in his chest. Maybe, the remains of the last exorcism are still clinging to him. — You found a job? You tilt your head, your (adorable) lips in a surprised impression. You probably never thought he’d give someone like you this much of his mind – not with how little you talked before. He might come off as too harsh – but he still looks you in the eyes, his gaze only softens because of the glasses he still insists on wearing even inside the house. Nanami promised to himself to not bring work home – but it’s hard to even determine what is home anymore. Maybe it’s a space on the couch, right next to your sprawled legs. Maybe it’s his bedroom. Maybe it’s… — Yes! It’s a convenience store, so it’s part-time, but… He frowns. You close your mouth immediately, lips pursed. Nanami doesn’t want to intimidate you – it’s just six thirty, already too late to be in a serious work mood – but it’s hard when you look simply divine with that scared impression of yours. He shouldn’t bully non-sorcerers, but some people are making it hard. Impossible. He almost understands Satoru. — This is all? — Well, they allowed me to pick more shifts, so I could actually start paying rent. N…not all, but just to thank you for letting me stay with you. You’re kind, he must give you that. Most people in your situation would already make him feel like overstaying their welcome, breaking the simple comfort he found in living on his own, and deflecting his family’s worries about not having anyone to settle down with. He isn’t thirty yet, he shouldn’t worry about it – yet, the thought itches at the back of his mind, Empty house. Most of his older coworkers were itching to ditch overtime because they wanted to meet with their families. He did it because after fighting curses(and returning to doing so) normal human life isn’t something he’d give much thought to.

— You don’t have to pay. I thought we established that. — I have to start somewhere, right? M…maybe I could save up and get a proper apartment. Still, Kento doesn’t like the idea that he might come home one day and won’t find you sitting on the couch and watching TV. Not because you just went out for a quick girl walk, or decided to go shopping – but because you got a big job, a normal job, and you won’t rely on his kindness anymore. 

Some people aren’t made to fend for themselves. Nanami wonders what would you look like if you ever saw a curse. If you were affected by at least one. He…he shouldn’t think like this. You’re lucky that you’re normal. — Paying for three months' rent, the key, and the debt would be impossible with a part-time store job. — I could live with a roommate! Or three… — What difference would it make for our current situation? He puts a hand on the back of the couch. Mere inches from your head – and he can see the surprised expression on your face only getting…more surprised. You are cute for a dropout – ahe he certainly doesn’t mind having you sleeping here. Taking care of the house for him. If he only knew that you also weren’t fully against the proper commitment to this place. Like that little job of yours has any value in terms of experience and…

— I don’t want to intrude too much, Nanami-san. I’ll just get out of your hair as soon as possible, yeah? He would love for you to get into his hair, come to think about it. He had some terrible headaches lately – maybe it’s the job taking its toll again, maybe it’s a lingering curse that he is too exhausted to notice. He doesn’t sense anything besides the overwhelming need for you to come around – and yet he knows he can’t expect you to do that. — I can pay you. 

— What? He wonders if the surprise on your face is going to be embedded in your features forever. He wonders what expression would you have if he’d proposed something more provocative. With something that would leave you panting and gasping and gaping. He shook his head. Too early for this – and too late, also. He already loosened his tie and it made the headache less permanent, but if he’d proceeded to imagine how your pathetic, useless (normal, college dropout) mouth wide around the base of his cock, he would have to excuse himself from the house altogether, Preferably moving back to the countryside you tried to run away from. — If you insist on working…there instead of taking time to actually improve yourself, I could pay you to watch over the house. You gulp, tensing up immediately. He must have come off too strong – but he is way too tired to control his tone, and you should be mature enough to handle the conversations like this. He wasn’t kicking you off – quite the contrary, in fact. But, young adults should take the time to be young. But, young adults should be serious enough to behave like adults – and you shouldn’t bury your ambitions while living with four roommates and their boyfriends and college and drinking and… Sometimes he forgets how not much older he is than you. Maybe this is why you’re so hesitant towards getting help from him – someone that you could imagine in the position of a boyfriend instead of a providing and caring figure. That’s bad, really. Nanami would like for you to see him as your husband. — I couldn’t accept it, Nanami-san. You’re already…already doing so much. “Too much” he can get from your frowned expression. Too much of a lonely man with a big house and no one to watch over it. Too much for a man who doesn’t acept any form of payment from you – a man who didn’t even insist on having you cook and clean, since he got a system that would be too much bother to teach someone other than him. System that you cracked in first few weeks, almost making him believe that the salryman dream he lost after returning to Jujutsu Tech, can be still obtained. Still within the reach of his fingers. 

The woman of his dreams – if a man like him allowed to have them – is sitting on his couch and gushes over paying him for letting her stay. Like he isn’t the one who should beg for her to not run away. Alas, even dream girls can be a bit…dumb. Stupid. Pathetic in a way that would be insane to anyone else. 

Nanami is ought to be a bit more firm with his dumb girl that still thinks she isn’t his. — I would appreciate you cooking way more than any money I’d have to take out of your savings. — But… — You shouldn’t rush into jobs just because you think I would throw you out. I won’t. — It’s…funny. In a way. 

— What is so funny? His hand creeps over the edge of your seat, edging on taking a handful of your hair and tugging. Not because he wanted to hurt you – but because setting you in place would be the desirable option right now. Your inability to believe in the kindness of his heart is almost adorable, if it weren’t also so frustrating. It’s a smart choice, although – would be insane to ask you to believe that a man who took you in did so out of the kindness of his heart. But, Kento doesn’t want for you to be smart and make choices that would benefit you. But, Kento wants for you to rely on him – and making smart choices isn’t going to include that. He could just force you, your weak points already accessed – he knows where to push, where to cut, where to ass a little pressure, so you’d stop being so stubborn. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but sometimes you need to crack a few eggs in the process. Sometimes being good doesn’t mean being nice. — I thought you really wanted to get rid of me at first, Nanami-san. He has been stealing your panties since you first stepped foot into his house. It was a mistake at first – neither you nor him knew how to live with someone so close after reaching adulthood and moving out of dorms where the social boundaries are much, much less permanent. You were silly and forgetful, sometimes mixing your laundry with his. Something as small as a pair of panties, no matter clean or not, were prone to get lost in the laundry area, forgotten in a pile of clothes you already washed – and if Nanami was a lesser man, he would have scolded you for not having the basic courtesy of keeping your things away from his. If Nanami was a bigger man he wouldn’t have slipped a lacey pair into a pocket of his pants, fidgeting on the fabric while you gushed over having to buy so many necessities all of a sudden, or apologized for wrecking havoc in his bathroom. Even now, when you’re embarrassed and warm, trying to explain your point of view to him, he is still playing with your underwear, buried deep within the pocket of his work clothes. He luckily didn’t run into Satoru today – he doesn’t really want to know if his Six Eyes could detect something as scandalous. Not in a normal sense, of course – you’re an adult, if a bit irresponsible – but in the form of him having connections. Someone to return to. 

Nanami wants to push you on your knees and take his rent right out of that surprised, open mouth of yours. You don’t wear any makeup, you’re at home, after all – but he would buy you some adorable lipstick, some sweet lipgloss, just so you could smear it all over his cock, choking and drooling. He wants to be a good man, a patient man, but he has your panties in his pocket already, and it’s always a fresh pair every few weeks – not enough to make you suspicious that this isn’t the washing machine eating it, but also desperately low for someone like him. 

He wonders if you would be even softer than the tender silk of the things you wear. — Why would you think I accepted you, then? 

He knows why you might be nervous – his attitude isn’t the most welcoming one. He can be soft if he has a reason you – but being soft for too long will make you spoiled. Bratty. He likes women with character, but not women with attitudes he can’t control. Even your sitting position, with both of your legs on a couch, is something he could change with a few spanks on the bare skin he can clearly see from under your shorts. Wearing this when there is a man in the house – how scandalous. How precious. He wonders if all the lingerie sets he already bought for you (getting exact sizes is quite easy when he already knows your proportions divided by 7), will be a nice look on you. For you. 

— Maybe it was your one good deed for the month, but then you’d get annoyed and… He touches you – for the first time in weeks. Maybe the first time since he shook your hand all those time ago. The first time he touched you while you weren’t sleeping, at least. Fully conscious, aware of the man in front of you. (Nanami liked to watch you sleep, sometimes. Stressed people have a bad habit of attracting curses, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t invite anything in the safety of his house. It’s what he keeps telling himself when he inevitably ended up at the food of your bed, hands on his cock, stroking it slowly, knowing a dumb girl – naive girl – won’t wake up even if he’d decide to finish on your face. He never would – not until you’d ask him to, at least. He hopes that he will be a good person even after you do) Nanami’s hand is on your cheek, holding you softly. Gently. You’re surprised because this is the first time he touched you so softly – so intimately. You’re blissfully unaware of the fact he was touching you so, so much already. Stroking your ass, your tits, your face when he felt particularly tender – when he knew you were too tired of whatever you were doing while being unemployed and having everything catered to you to notice that he is touching you. — I won’t get annoyed with you. 

You press your face against his hand, taking in his touch. He has soft hands – cared for, manicured carefully. He takes care of his appearance and you’re embarrassed to appreciate that about it. To even notice – he isn’t yours, probably doesn’t want to be, but he allows you to live in his house even though you suck at being a proper housewife, and it should mean something. It does mean something – you smile and close your eyes. You want to do something for him because he already did so much for you. The possibilities are making your ears burn. — How can I repay you if you don’t want rent then? He can think of a few ways. The possibilities will make your ears burn. — You can start by actually cooking. 

And he will call in to fire you later. 

[oikasugayama]

Could I ask for chuuya and dazai (separately) x fem reader where the reader wears a low skirt at work and bends down to get something and how the guys would react? Nsfw ofc

I only did Dazai because I got really carried away, oops. Have 2.3k of unedited, filthy dazai + coworker!reader smut. MDNI!!

You’ve wanted Dazai for quite a while. He’s so hot, and he’s silly, and sometimes he can be really nice and suave. The fact that his eyes linger on you heavily every time you wear a short skirt or a low-cut blouse only make you want him more because it sure seems like he might be interested in you too. You don’t talk to him a lot unfortunately given that he’s not in the office every day, and you’re Kunikida’s secretary, but sometimes he does linger by your desk and chat with you (until Kunikida runs him off), or when the whole office goes out for lunch he’ll sit at your table with you, Naomi, and Junichiro. Once when you were sitting across from each other you even swore that he had to have known that his leg was against yours, forcing your legs slightly wider apart as he slid his further and further toward the outside of the booth. Any time you looked at him while he did this, he would just quirk the corner of his lip up in a smile and turn back to the conversation. There was sexual tension between the two of you, there had to be.

One day you’d had enough of being the shocked one, you wanted to be bold to see if you could get him to break and finally invite you back to his place after work. You put on a button-up blouse that “accidentally” lost its top two buttons, your shortest skirt, a red silk thong that was definitely part of a lingerie set, and you made sure to put on some extra perfume so he’d smell it any time you got near him. Now you just needed the opportunity to get his attention. 

He was late to the office, as always. He casually walked in, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as usual 45 minutes after he was supposed to be there. You say nothing to him, as usual, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Kunikida already gave you an uncomfortable glance-over this morning and offered to sew your buttons back on if you still had them--you couldn’t risk him looking at you and seeing the sultry look in your eye when you greeted Dazai.

He saw you, though. Dazai. His eyes locked onto yours as he took his jacket off and slung it over the back of his chair. He very obviously trailed his eyes down to your chest, and you sat up straighter and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching him watch you. You weren’t backing down, and he noticed.

Maybe that’s why he declined the offer to go to lunch with the group later that afternoon. You also declined, telling a little while lie to Kunikida that you had plans with friends at a different restaurant, so you’d be leaving in a few minutes to go your own way. Kunikida is sharp, but Dazai is sneaky, and you’d never mentioned to your boss how Dazai’s eyes defile you every time you show a bit of skin. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have ever left you two alone in the office. 

A couple of minutes after everyone was gone, you got up and crossed the room to Dazai’s desk pod under the guise of putting something on Atsushi’s nearby desk. As you approached, Dazai “accidentally” swiped a pencil off the edge of his desk right into your path.

“Oops,” he said lowly. You glance at him over your shoulder and give him a half smile.

“I got it.” Normally you’d squat or crouch down to prevent anyone from seeing your butt, but that’s not the goal today. You have an objective.

You slowly bend over at the waist, reaching for the pencil with your fingertips. You can tell the exact second your panties become visible, because Dazai hisses and leans back in his chair.

“Fuck,” he sighs. Before you’ve even stood back up, his hand is on your ass, pushing the curve of it up from the bottom to make it jiggle.

“Dazai-san,” you say sweetly as you fully stand and turn toward him. You hold the pencil out toward him and he grabs it quickly, throwing it onto the desk. His hands are on your hips then, pulling your skirt up so he can feel your soft, supple skin.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, stilling his hands but holding you in place.

“You first,” you say, reaching out to trace your fingertips along his jaw. There’s a look in his eye you’ve never seen before. A type of hunger you’ve only dreamed about him having for you.

“I’ll fuck you on this desk right now,” he swears in that low, calm voice. It makes you wet just to hear him say such a lewd thing to you.

“You can cum inside,” you coo, and that’s what does it. He stands so suddenly that his chair is knocked backwards with a loud crashing noise. His lips are on yours, kissing you hard and fast and desperate. His hands grope your ass, squeezing and massaging and using the leverage to force you against his body, to feel his hard-on though his pants.

You waste no time fumbling with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. You unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and shove your hand inside, feeling his cock straining against his underwear. He moans against your mouth, and you let out an involuntary whine. You’ve wanted to hear that sound for so long.

“I’m surprised Kunikida left you alone with me,” Dazai mumbles, pushing you back just a little until you hit his desk and sit on it. He spreads your thighs so he can stand between them, then he starts teasing his long, deft fingers over your clothed heat. “He’s always on my ass telling me not to be inappropriate with you.”

“Oh?” you ask shakily, still trying to feel him up though he’s got you distracted now with his feather-light touches.

“Mmm,” he hums, taking his hands away from you. He pushes his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, and you can’t help but to stare at it. You hoped it would be big, maybe even taken a few long glances at his crotch while he slept unknowingly on the breakroom couch. But it’s even bigger than you expected, and your pussy flutters with anticipation. “I think Kunikida wants to make a proper lady out of you.”

“Proper ladies don’t fuck their coworkers in the office,” you say, pulling your panties to the side. Dazai watches you and licks his lips, giving his cock a few strokes. He reaches forward, slides two of his fingers up your slit and groans.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you admit, leaning back onto your hands. You both moan to some degree when his fingers slide into you.

“The feeling is mutual,” he mumbles back. He gives a few pumps, a few twists, before pulling back out and smearing your slick wetness all over the head of his cock. Then, with urgency, he lines his tip up with your pussy and teases for just a few seconds, collecting more of your natural lube so he can slide in smoothly. 

“Dazai,” you whine, squirming, trying to get closer. He says nothing as he pushes forward slowly, pulling out just a bit, then continuing in until he’s almost completely buried in you.

“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head down. He can’t stop looking at your pussy taking his cock in. “You’re so fucking hot. God, this pussy is so tight.” You whine and moan, leaning back more until you bump into his computer.

“Get this shit out of the way,” he mumbles, annoyed, as he reaches behind you and shoves stacks of papers and his computer monitor to the side with reckless abandon until you have room to lay on his desk and pull your knees up and to the side. You’re at the perfect level now for him to start drilling you, and oh does he.

The once quiet office is filled with wet squelches and skin slapping skin as he fucks you, holding you by the hips so you can’t slide away from him. He fucks you hard and quick and dirty. He fucks you all the way to the hilt, stuffing you full and letting his balls smack against your ass. You’re so wet that it covers his cock all the way to the base and starts to make a sticky ring against his body. 

“Oh, Dazai,” you moan. “Shit-- Fuck-- oh, you’re so fucking big.” 

“Good fucking pussy,” he huffs out. He reaches up with one hand and starts palming your tit, massaging and squeezing. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna like that, huh? Gonna sit at your desk all day doing work for Kunikida with my cum in your pussy.”

“Yeah,” you whine loudly. You manage to pull another two buttons free and Dazai takes advantage, reaching inside to knead your boob and pinch your nipple, making you moan even more. “Fuck me so good, Dazai. Make me cum, please.”

“Oh, I’ll make you cum, baby, but I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulls out of you then and you whine at the loss of his thick cock buried deep in you. He leans down, pushing your shirt and bra to the side to suck on your tits. He swirls his tongue around, suckling and nipping with his teeth while his other hand tweaks your nipple and massages. After a minute he switches, giving equal attention to the other breast. You take the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling on his hair.

“They’ll be back in fifteen,” you warn him. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Mmm, but there’s so much fun to be had,” he sighs, resting his face in the valley between your breasts. “Do you live in the ADA dorms?”

“No, I have a roommate across town.”

“Tell them you’re staying with a friend tonight.”

He stands up and takes your hands, pulling you up too. You’re afraid he’s gonna stop here, but instead he turns you around, kisses down your neck, and then firmly pushes your shoulders down so you’re bent over his desk. Without another word he lines up with your hole again and enters you quickly. He sets a brutal pace, utilizing long, hard thrusts to make you feel the full extent of his cock. It’s so long and such a nice girth that it fills you completely, stretching your walls so nicely and thrumming against your cervix with every thrust. Once again the office is full of the sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching every time he enters you, and a steady stream of moans and curses from both of you.

“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says after a few minutes reaching around your hip to feel you up. He finds your clit in only a few seconds and rubs it frantically while still fucking you hard, trying to suddenly overwhelm your nerves to make you cum hard, and fuck does it work.

“Dazai,” you call his name loudly as a warning, whimpering and whining while pushing back against him. “I’m gonna cum, Dazai, fuck, I can’t stop--”

“--Cum,” he commands. “Cum all over this fat cock, princess.”

Your orgasm wracks your body, making your knees shake and your thighs tremble. You cum, slightly squirting, making even more juices squish out of your pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your walls as you cum squeezes Dazai’s cock so good, making him cum too, spurting ropes of his seed deep into you. He stays buried to the hilt, grinding against you, for several seconds after you’ve both worked through your orgasms. When he finally pulls back, he holds you down by your hips so he can watch cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor. He swipes some of it onto his fingers and reaches around, holding it in front of your lips.

“Open,” he says, and you do, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers in, sucking the cum and other fluids off his fingers. “Good girl,” he says, rubbing his other hand on your ass. After he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he readjusts your panties so they cover your abused cunt.

“You’re gonna leak through your panties,” he says, finally allowing you to stand back up. “Gonna leave a damp spot on your chair by the end of the day so you have a reminder of me.”

“Good,” you say, buttoning your blouse again. “And I’d love to come over tonight, by the way. I’ll tell my roommate not to expect me until late.”

Dazai smiles and finishes tucking himself back into his pants. He also kneels down and uses a tissue to wipe the cum off the floor.

“Only a few minutes left,” he says when he stands back up. “Clean yourself up and get ready.”

“What about your desk? We really messed it up.”

“Don’t worry about it, just go sit at your desk like a good girl.” He presses a firm kiss to your lips then pats your ass so you’ll get moving. He sighs wistfully, climbs on top of his desk, and lays over it, draping himself all the way across Atsushi’s desk as well. Now the mess looks like another dramatic Dazai performance that no one even questions when they come back from lunch.

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More clingy/possessive/obsessive san x Black reader those make me go feral ! LOL

PTA Parent: Celebrating 300 Followers!

Daddy San x Mommy Fem reader

Summary: You and San are married with a beautiful Daughter, sometimes you both can get busy in your day-to-day life and with a clingy husband like San it can absolutely get annoying.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Parent AU

Warnings: Acts of possessiveness, some toxic behavior from San, pushy man, mentions of killing (no one dies), adultery??

Smut warnings: Spanking, crying, vaginal sex, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of impregnation, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I'm kinda unsure about how I feel about this story so please let me know what you think in the comments! Also there might be hella typos lol

Minors dni

"Breakfast is ready." You said as you finished setting up the table still in your robe and pjs, the sounds of two sets of foot steps heading your way could be heard, one belonging to your 6 year old daughter Anya and the other belonging to your husband San. They both enter the kitchen after San finished getting Anya dressed and doing her hair in two curly puffs. The little girl runs over to her seat at the end of the table where she waits for her daddy to pull out her chair and push it back in, then San walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek before heading to the other end of the table and they both thank you for the meal.

"Mommy look at my hair! Daddy did it by himself this time and it barely hurt." Anya said as she moved her head back and forth to show off her new hairstyle.

"Wooow so pretty, daddy did a good job! Even better than me." You exaggerated to make your child and husband feel better.

"No! He'll never be as good as Mommy! He is too rough with his hands!" She protested while you giggled.

"Heeey, Daddy is really good with his hands, if I wasn't you probably wouldn't be here." San said while continuing to eat, you kicked him under the table for his joke, once everyone finished eating you cleared the table while San got ready to take your daughter to school then he was heading to work. While on the way out you hugged Anya and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Have a good day Honey, Mommy loves you."

"I love you more Mommy!" Anya said back while hugging you.

"No, I love you more." You playfully said back.

"Well I love mommy the absolute mostest in the world!" she excitedly said, San pouted a bit.

"What about Daddy Anya? Don't you love Daddy too?"

"Not as much as mommy! I love Mommy more than anyone."

"Not more than me! I love her way more!" San said as he pulled you up from your child to kiss you, Anya's little fist started to hit her father's leg.

"Get off my mommy!" She yelled.

"She was my mommy first!" He argued back.

"San!" You hit him on the shoulder, this was a pretty normal occurrence, San has always been clingy even before you two started dating, he moved fast throughout the relationship and immediately expressed his interest in marrying you and making a family, little did you know you two would just end up making a mini San that is just as obsessed with you.

"Since I'm off early tonight and Anya is going home with her friend from class maybe we could go out to dinner." He said as he held your waist.

"Baby I would love to but you know I go to PTA on Friday nights." You replied as San's signature pouty lip returned.

"You can't miss this one? I've been working like crazy and I miss you so much, we haven't had a "play date" since Monday." San replied, your face heated up a bit since play dates were the code you used for sex, though he was right, you would be lying if you said you didn't also miss being with your husband intimately. Your sex drive was fairly normal and technically so was San's but it wasn't about the need to cum for him, it was about the need to feel you in a way that no one else can, feeling you wrapped around him while he listened to your beautiful moans and whimpers with your nails making artwork on his back made him crazy, getting to see your beautiful bare brown skin was pure bliss for him. Though it was a beautiful and raw moment for San it was something a bit different for you, Sans obsession with you and your body tends to make him a little crazy in the bedroom, it's almost like cuteness aggression, except instead of wanting to squeeze you San wants to fuck you until you can't walk, think or see straight. The day that you two got married he fucked you all night and made you two almost miss your flight to your honeymoon.

"I-I know but I can't miss this meeting, the person I'm partnered with needs me for the school bake sale prep." he gazed into your eyes hoping that you would change your mind but as much as he wanted you all to himself he just had to be okay with that not being realistic.

"Fine, I guess it can't be helped then, Anya why don't you run upstairs and grab the mini shiber plush I gave you so you can have someone to sleep with tonight at your friend's house." San said looking down at his daughter.

"Good idea Daddy!" the little girl cutely ran up the stairs to get her toy, though it seemed like an innocent suggestion it was just San's way of getting you alone for two seconds because as soon as your daughter was out of the room San kissed you hard with vigor and emotion, inserting his tongue in your mouth to swirl it around yours. All you could do is submit and whimper while you felt your core heat up, he managed to pin you against the door as he gripped your ass and placed his other hand against the door next to your head, when he pulled back from the kiss a string of spit followed his lips that connected yours

He leaned down to whisper into your ear. "I'm off tomorrow and Anya will be at her friend's still so expect to not get anything done and clear your schedule okay? " He stared directly into your eyes and soul with nothing but pure lust, San can't go too long without fucking you, it makes him unwell, you nodded your head to agree. "Use your words."

"Y-yes San." you said softly.

"Good girl." He said pecking your lips one more time before Anya re-entered the room with her plushie in hand. "Alright let's go Anny! Tell mommy bye."

"Bye Mommy!" They both said in sync as they left, you were still in disarray. Why did it just feel like you signed your soul to the devil?

...

Later that night you were sitting at your PTA meeting as San blew up your phone with messages of him telling you he missed you and all the unspeakable things he wanted to do to you. You sat at the table just watching the messages roll in, your breathing becoming shorter as you anticipated the things your husband had in store for you.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?" A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh no sorry could you repeat that?" you said back to the person, the person being one of the other parents on the PTA, Kyle, he was the father of one of the girls in Anya's class that she was close with. He was recently divorced and splitting custody with his ex-wife, his daughter lived with his ex which is where Anya was having a sleepover at, you and San only ever interacted with the mom so meeting Kyle now was a bit random. He knew that the kids were close and that's why he asked to partner up with you for the bake sale project, at least that's what you assumed.

"Everything alright Y/N? You kinda left Earth for a second." He asked.

"Yeah, my husband is just freaking out about what he should have for dinner." Technically that wasn't a lie but San's dilemma was more so about the fact that he couldn't have you for dinner but Kyle didn't need to know that.

"Yeah sounds about right for us guys haha, anyways I asked if it was okay if I came over tomorrow night so we could get the baking for Sunday done? Then I can take everything in my car and drop it off since we don't have to be there." He suggested.

"That actually sounds like a good plan, my husband wanted to hang out tomorrow but I can cancel on him." you said while smiling at him.

"Cancelling for little ol me, oh I'm charmed." You both laughed, Kyle was a sweet guy but the rumor around school was that he was a cheater which is why his ex left him but he was so nice could that really be true?

...

"What!" San yelled while drying dishes in his little apron and dish gloves like he was a housewife.

"I'm sorry baby I know that you wanted me to yourself tomorrow but I really have to get the sweets done for the bake sale on Sunday." You said as you stood next to him in your nightgown, you had come home, ate dinner, and immediately got in the shower so you could get ready for tomorrow.

"This isn't fair Y/N! I have needs too, I haven't been inside you in almost a damn week, how do you expect me to live like this!" He dramatically pouted.

"Stop being dramatic San." You said folding your arms.

"I just... miss you, I work all day and by the time I come home we are both too tired to do anything besides cuddling which I love but... I miss connecting with you on that level, I know you have a lot going on but I can't help but feel this way..." He said as he took off his gloves and turned the sink off. You felt for San, you missed him too, especially in an intimate way and you had to give it to him he has really matured from when you first started dating because old San wouldn't have cared and would fuck you until you were too tired to do the bake sale.

"Aww baby I miss you too." You said as you cupped both sides of his sharp jaw, his hand held yours as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand and you both looked into each other's eyes. "I just have to do this one thing tomorrow then I'm all yours okay?" you pecked his still pouted lip.

"Okay, I love you." He said giving you a smirk to make sure you didn't worry about him.

"I love you more, let's go to bed, I have to get up early to go shopping."

You both went to bed too tired to do much of anything but San snuggled his face into your chest as you both drifted off to sleep. By the morning time you had left for the store to buy everything you needed for the bake sale. When you finally made it back home in the late afternoon, you texted Kyle your address and San was already gone, probably to spend the evening with his friends since he wanted to give you your space. Kyle arrived about an hour later, which was enough time for you to prep everything needed and start on the first batch of sweets. You walked to the front door to let him in.

"Hey, come in, glad you made it safe!" you smiled while stepping to the side to let him in.

"Hey, can't believe our kids have been friends this long and this is the first time I've been here, lovely home you got here Y/N." He said as he walked deeper into the house following you to the kitchen.

"Oh the credit isn't just mine my husband planned the renovations and I just decorated and furnished it."

"Well, the woman is who makes the home." He said winking at you.

That was kinda weird but whatever" you thought to yourself.

"Well I finished the first back and they are cooled down you wanna start boxing everything?"

“Sure thing” You and Kyle got to work baking and boxing, you didn’t even notice the time flying by until you looked up to see it was dark outside. You looked at your Apple Watch to see it was 8:36 pm you wondered for a moment where San was but then the cookie timer went off.

…

A cup slams down on the bar, shaking the remaining ice in it. “Another Jack and Coke please.” San asked the bartender.

“2 drinks in one night buddy? Something going on?” Wooyoung asked as he drank his beer.

“I miss my fucking wife Woo.” A red San replied as he received his next drink.

“Did she go somewhere? What happened to your weekend you had planned to-“

“Planned to fuck her brains out and romance her while my sweet princess was away? Unfortunately that won't be happening because of this dumb school bake sale she's doing for the PTA. Now I only get one day with her." San said as he dramatically dropped his head on the bar.

"Oh yeah I think my husband mentioned that to me, at least you've got tomorrow." Wooyoung said as he rubbed San's back to cheer him up, then San's phone rang, the name "Mrs. Choi" with lots of hearts and a photo of you and Anya flashed on his screen, he immediately answered.

"Hi my love, I miss you, need me to come home and eat-"

"Don't even finish that sentence San, I'm calling because I was letting you know that I'm probably going to have to go to the bake sale tomorrow." You said, San's face dropping.

"I thought you were only baking for the bake sale, isn't the volunteering covered for tomorrow?" San asked.

"Yeah that was originally the plan but Kyle thinks that I should come to help out just in case someone has questions about the sweets or-"

"Who is Kyle?" San questioned.

"Oh, He's Sana's ex-husband, you know Anya is their daughter's best friend, you probably never met since you both work so heavily." You replied.

"You're baking cookies with another man in my house Y/N?"

"Um- first of all this is our house." You replied somewhat taken aback by San's tone.

"I don't give a damn about that right now Y/N, my wife, baking with another man in my kitchen, in my house and now he's taking another one of My days with you?" You could hear San somewhat spiraling.

"Why do you keep saying my like-"

"Like what Y/N?? I keep saying my because it's true. The house is mine, the kitchen is mine, the stove you're using is mine, YOU ARE MINE!" He yelled at the end as he slammed his fist on the bar startling everyone in the vicinity.

"I'm not your fucking property San! I thought you grew out of this possessive thing!" You yelled back.

"I'll never grow out of thinking you belong to me and only me Y/N stop fucking playing with me." the sternness in his voice was sharp.

"Boy, who the fuck do you- you know what, whatever San, I'm glad Kyle asked me to come tomorrow, I'd rather spend tomorrow with him and everyone else than with you right now! And when you come home sleep on the damn couch." Before he could respond you ended the call, leaving San's eye to twitch, the argument combined with the lack of quality time was enough to send San into a coma but you saying you'd rather spend time with another man than him made him see red, he only came back down to earth when Wooyoung's hand landed on his shoulder.

"Calm down buddy, come back to earth." San took a few deep breaths and ran his finger through his hair while he groaned.

"I'm going crazy Woo." San said taking another drink from his cup.

"I don't want to contribute to it buuut, I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't tell you." Wooyoung said, San looked over at him confused.

"Tell me what?"

"Well, that guy, Kyle? On the PTA? He was married to Sana who's my husband's best friend so naturally he knows the details of their divorce and my husband told me everything..."

"Okay?"

"Okay so... Kyle was a cheater, like big time, but he is specifically known as a PTA home wrecker, he's slept with most of the moms on the PTA." Wooyoung and San's eyes met.

"What the hell are you saying Wooyoung?" San said with all seriousness immediately sobering up.

"I'm saying you need to get home before a serial wife fucker makes a move on your wife." Wooyoung finished his beer. "Go, I'll pay." San didn't waste any more time and left the bar.

....

You hung up from San knowing that the conversation went south but honestly, who does he think he is talking to you like that?

"Everything alright? Didn't mean to overhear the ending of that..." Kyle said walking back into the house from loading the baked goods into his car.

"Sorry about that... Yes, everything is fine just-"

"Marital problems? Trust me, I get it. I am flattered you said you would rather spend time with me..." He cleared his throat, coming off a bit shy. "and everyone else of course."

You chuckled at his shy response. "Yeah my husband's just being a brat is all, it's just been a while since me and him have spent time together so he's going crazy." You may have been oversharing but eh, so what.

"You know Y/N if you want someone to talk about it with I have some wine in the car I picked up on the way over." You shrugged your shoulders why not indulge him.

"Don't worry, I have a bottle in the fridge that's already open I'll get us some glasses." You walked over to the kitchen to grab glasses and then to pour you two a glass. Kyle followed you into the kitchen and smiled watching you pour the glasses then took the one you offered to him.

"To the bake sale." he said as you two clinked your glasses together then drank. "How long have you and your husband been married Y/N?" he asked.

"7 years, we got married then had Anya immediately after, my husband is very persistent about spending a lot of time with me, and around the time Anya was born he started his job so he rarely gets to spend a lot of time with us so I know it takes a toll on him." You said sipping more from your glass.

"I see, so he's a bit clingy then?"

A bit is putting it nicely, San is so clingy he got upset that he couldn't go to your bachelorette party and threw a tantrum. "Yeah you could say that, how long were you married ?" You asked.

"12 years, we were happy until we weren't anymore, then we only took care of our daughter together until we decided to call it quits after a fuck up on my end." He said as he swirled the wine in his glass.

"A fuck up?" you asked.

"Yeah, a fuck up, but I've learned from my mistakes, the next woman I'll cherish her, giving her my time and love from head to toe." He said as he sat the glass on the counter.

"You could have done that with your wife." You thought to yourself. "Well, I hope you find her soon." You half-heartedly smiled, he absolutely cheated and when you were done being mad at San you couldn't wait to tell him, you told him all your little PTA tea as if he cared, he just liked hearing you ramble.

"You know Y/N, I think I did find her." He said looking at you. "I need a woman that's attentive, who cares, who doesn't put her career over me, who isn't going to complain when I'm late for dinner, whole love me and my fault." He said as he stepped a bit closer to you.

"You did? A-and who might that be? She sounds like a catch!" You asked as you noticed him getting closer.

"You Y/N, I need a woman like you." He continued to step to you as you backed up.

"Oh- no, no you don't-"

"Yes, I do, a woman as gorgeous and understanding and caring as you are. You even said yourself that you would rather spend time with me." He backed you into a wall.

"Dude what? I was just talking shit, I'm married and happily at that." you looked at him with disgust.

"Marriage shouldn't stop you from finding your soulmate Y/N. Let me give you what he can't, let me give you what you need." he said as he grabbed your shoulders.

"And what does she need?" Kyle started to lean in then stopped when he heard the voice in the distance, he looked back and you looked over Kyle's shoulder to see your husband standing calmly however you could tell he was pissed. "Kyle right? I'm San, Y/Ns husband, now tell me what do you think my wife needs? Because I am in charge of handling all her needs and wants." Sans slit eyes stared directly into Kyle's eyes.

"I, uh" Kyle said stumbling over his words.

"Why don't you take your hands off my wife and get the fuck out of my house." The air was intense, Kyle released you from his grip and then cleared his throat again.

"I-I guess I need to head out then Y/N." You both awkwardly looked at each other then he walked toward the front door after hesitantly passing San.

"By the way Kyle, my wife won't be there tomorrow, she'll be preoccupied." San added before Kyle left the house, San followed him to the door. "And stay the fuck away from my wife." he said slamming the door and then locking it. San slowly walked over to you, for some reason you felt nervous, scared even, he didn't say a word but picked you up by the legs and threw you over his shoulders.

"S-San what are you doing? Put me down!" You squirmed in his arms as he walked up the stairs. He was not phased by your attempts to get out of his grasp but you still fought him. You had to stay mad at him for being kind of a jerk over the phone but damn it was hot how he just kicked Kyle out of the house. San reached your shared bedroom and dropped you on the bed, he stood there looking over your body.

"Strip." was all he said, you wanted to protest more but his tone was so demanding and assertive you had to listen, you sat up on your knees and removed your long bodycon maxi dress that had splotches of flour and chocolate from the baking, you were left on the bed wearing a lace black bra and panty set, his sharp eyes scanned over your body, it made you shy so you covered yourself with your arms.

"Don't be shy now baby, you sure weren't shy when you were telling me you weren't mine on the phone." San said.

"I didn't say I wasn't!" You argued.

San got closer then reached down to grab your chin and point your face up to him.

"Did I say to speak my love?" his voice was very dry and stern, he was serious, over the years San had agreed to get his clingy and possessive ways under control and keep his antics down to a minimum, however everyone has a breaking point. Addiction for some people was hard, going without something caused withdrawals and San was going through withdrawals after not touching you for almost a week. Tuesday he was good, no complaints or anything but he definitely needed you tomorrow. Wednesday he spent his break at work locking his office door to fuck his hand while he was on the phone with you while you talked about your day, but that wasn't enough. Thursday he thought about the many ways he was going to have you while he worked out at the gym, he was excited to get off early tomorrow so he could spend the day fucking you. Friday when you left for PTA he laid in bed aimlessly staring at the ceiling, the smell of you started to engulf him he closed his eyes and bit his lips thinking of how bad he needed to feel you, to hold you, to hear your cries of pleasure, he wanted you more than anything, then his eyes opened and he realized he was holding on of your pillows while thrusting into it. Saturday after another disappointment and him waking up to his face no longer comfortably nuzzled into your bosom he was just upset, to hell with the PTA at this point, usually he at least had a filter for his obsession with you, your adorable daughter Anya but with her being away for the weekend he couldn't do much, he even tried to call to get Anya from her friends and she said "No daddy I'm having fun." San wanted to snap and say he didn't care and go get her anyway but he vowed to not let his ways affect his precious baby girl.

Instead he spent the day with his best friend trying his best not to be anxious or angry but Wooyoung could always read him like a book. He could see the anger seething from San, the frustration and when he told San about Kyle he got nervous, San wouldn't kill him right? Wooyoung sent a prayer and moved on. When San arrived at the house he wondered if he should go in guns blazing and utilize all his pent-up frustration to teach a low life like Kyle a lesson but he didn't want you to see him like that. When he walked in to see Kyle's hands on what was his and to hear him saying he wanted to give you "What you need" oh San was not happy, not at all.

Now here you were sitting over San's lap while he spanked you, one smack after the other hitting harder than the last.

"Who do you belong to Y/N?" San said landing another strike on your ass, tears streamed down your face while you wore a dazed look on your face.

"You San, please." Your voice was hoarse from the yelping every time he would hit you again.

"Please what my love?" He asked halting his next strike.

"No more San, I can't... I can't take it."

"Yes my darling, I'm sorry if I went to far." San said as he helped you up then laid you on the bed, he wiped the tear sitting at the corner of your eye. "I just need people to know that you belong to me and only me, obviously the ring on your finger isn't enough." San started to kiss from your neck down the length of your body, he had already covered you in love bites and hickeys, you remember telling him "Black people can't get hickeys" and damn did he prove you wrong over the years. His lips reached your thighs, he wasted no time removing your panties then kissing around your slick-covered pussy.

"I need you and everyone else to understand that you are mine and only mine, only I can fill your needs." San said as lips peppered teasing kisses on your core.

"Of course I know that Saaah~" Your sentence was interrupted by his sudden attachment to your clit, he started to suck passionately like he wanted to hear you struggle.

"Do you though darling?"

"Yesss, fuck, yes!" You moaned out while your hands ran through his hair.

"I don't think you do, why were you willing to spend so much time with someone else then?" He held your slit in his mouth while flicking it with his tongue, you tried to squirm away but he held your thighs tightly.

"I told you nghh~ it was for the PTA-"

"I don't give a fuck about that damn PTA Y/N!" he slid his two fingers into your already pulsing hole, he started slow for a second then immediately started to finger fuck you faster, more pleading whimpers fell from your lips as you tried to close your legs.

"Fuck I'm going to cum San !" you yelled out, his pace never slowed down while he licked stripes up your clit while alternating between licking and sucking it.

"Cum for me my love, cover me in all of you." Almost like it was on command you came on San's face, your slick oozed down his chin while he continued to eat you out through your orgasm, however even when your body stopped spasming he didn't stop. You yelled out while trying to push his head away but he wouldn't move, the over-stimulation started to sting with the pleasure.

"San please." You cried out.

"All mine, I needed this so bad baby." He finally removed his face from your core to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he swirled his tongue into your mouth. The sloppy exchange caused your cum to smear onto your face as well when he pulled back, he licked the remaining cum off your face. "You taste so good my love, my wife, I'm so glad you're all mine." you could hear the desperation in his voice.

"I'm... I'm sorry San." You said looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry for what I said and I'm sorry for not prioritizing our time together."  the cutest little smile showed on his face before he pecked your lips once again.

"I just... I know you have a life Y/N but I can't help but feel like I need you." you pulled him down to kiss him, the kiss lingered a bit.

"I need you too Sannie, please take me, I feel so dirty knowing that man touched me."

"Yes my love, I'll make sure a low life like him never gets the chance to touch you again, I'll love you in my love so they know you only belong to me." San removed his clothes then climbed back on top of you and took off your bra. He bit his lips as he hovered over your naked form, he needed to take you now, he couldn't wait anymore. He pulled you down a bit more then turned you on your side, he put each of his legs on the side of your thigh that was on the bed while he held your other leg up with his thigh, the position looked a lot like scissoring? It confused you a bit as you never tried this position but before you could question him San slid his thick cock into your pleading walls making you moan softly for him. He sank deeper and deeper into you until you realized this was deeper than he normally could reach in missionary, you immediately felt the need to yell a string of curse words as you felt him in your gut.

When he heard your cry and watched your eyes roll he smirked watching you struggle, he slowly moved his hips back out then at a teasing rate pushed back into you, he repeated this motion a few times, watching you fidget and not knowing how to take him like you two hadn't fucked a million times. He pressed his hand on your lower stomach causing even more pleasure. "Do you feel me right here baby? Deep in your stomach?" you couldn't even properly respond as you whimpered at the feeling, it wasn't uncomfortable or painful, you just felt so stuffed full.

"San- Sannie, you're so deep." You huffed out as he sped up his pace a bit, his hips moving in a steady driving motion, you already started to feel dizzy from the pleasure, drunk off of your husband's dick going in and out of your sensitive cunt.

"I'm the only person who can be this deep inside of you, right baby?" He asked.

"Yeeess-" you answered but then you noticed San gradually picking up his pace more.

"Only me, only I can fuck you like this, only I can fuck you this deep." You realized he was going on a tangent, losing himself in the moment while his hips never stopped, he let your leg fall on his shoulders while he grabbed both sides of you and fucked you deeper and faster. "Mine, mine, all mine, only for me, this pussy can only be fucked by me, he doesn't have what you need, only I can give you what you need." San started to drive into you faster, your mouth was wide open but no sound was being pushed out while your eyes were fully in the back of your head, the ecstasy of how San was fucking was amazing enough but you had to admit there was a guilty pleasure behind his words of him claiming you like his territory.

As San continued to fuck you like his own personal fuck toy you started to feel your orgasm rushing forward, your walls contracting around his length causing him to drop his head back as the beads of sweat fell from his forehead and he groaned. "Sannie I'm about to cum again please, hold me." San looked at you as you twisted your body a bit to stretch your arms out to embrace him. He quickly pulled out to reposition you in missionary then put himself back inside of you. He leaned down to welcome your embrace while his hips bucked into you quickly.

You cupped San's face and looked him in his blown out eyes. "I love you so much San, I'm yours forever, and only yours." you said between trying to stay sane as he fucked you.

"Forever baby, only mine, I love you." connected your lips as you both tried to kiss wholesomely but with the pace of him fucking you and your moans going directly into his mouth it just turned sloppy. The kiss with San driving into you made you wrap your legs around him while he started to cum deep inside you, the rush of his hot cum sending you into a frenzy as your orgasm followed shortly after. San removed his lips from yours and held his still-leaking cock inside you, he looked at your fucked out face and pecked your lips a few times.

"I'm sorry if I lost myself for a bit Y/N" San said as he slowly dropped his body to lie on top of you. You smiled at him then peppered his sweaty face with kisses.

"It's okay Sannie, I love it when you tell me I'm yours." You smiled at each other again and decided it was time to get cleaned up and go to bed after a long night.

...

The next morning was peaceful, Anya had returned from her friend's house and sat in her daddy's lap as he forced her to watch anime with him, Anya grew to love it after a few sessions.

"Daddy this episode is so good! We should ask Mommy to join us." She looked back and said.

"Mommy is too far behind to watch with us." San replied

"Hey, I'm trying my best!" You yelled from the kitchen as you were making lunch.

"But you're right Anya we need a third person to watch with, how about Mommy and Daddy give you a sibling?" San smiled while your face heated up and Anya cheered, loving the idea of being a big sister.

"San!"

[sanspuppet]

Horny thoughts about having San as your boyfriend, damn i can't stop thinking about this man 😮‍💨

Y'ALL SEE HIS NEW PIC? HAVE MERCY PLEASE MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐🛐

W/T: 18+ content (nono square for minors)

• imagine you two just laying on your shared bed, the both of you minding your business watching your phones, quite bored. And then out of nowhere you expose his defined abs for joke, by dragging his t-shirt up, but making him suddenly so needy for you to suck and leaving hickeys on every inch of his stomach (duuuhh im so obsessed with his chest)

• bet he'd get so jealous, not with strangers but with the other members, geez i think he would be quite annoyed by them flirting (jokingly) with you. But don't you dare to do the same, he'd instantly pin you at the wall and fuck you mercilessly, as soon as you come back home

• obviously he's not always rough, he'd also love you to give him head and just sucking him off, everywhere at anytime, there's no refuses. He'd love especially when you do it suddenly, feeling your tongue licking his dick as a surprise would make him so, and i mean so hard, maybe under the table while he's working, while he sleeps, under the blanket when he's watching a film...

• HE'S AN ASS MAN, PERIOD (and im so happy about it, cuz im obsessed with my ass, too) his fav position would be obviously doggystyle, he'd go crazy at the sight of his thick dick disappearing inside you, your ass red from all the times he would spank it, and slapping against his waist. I think he'd also sometimes, when you cuddle, palm it, lick it, leave small kisses and hickeys around its cheeks (im melting oh my-)

• he'd love to see you wearing his hoodies, especially the gray one (HE ALWAYS WEARS GRAY HOODIES). You wearing only that hoodie, layed on your bed, with him who drags it up a little, enough for him to could finger you, daaamnnn imagine his strong fingers finding their way into your pussy and then playing joyfully with your clit (HRMRNJDJE im going crazy for the things I AM writing on my own)

• when he's on tour he'd ask you to send him pics (nudes 🫢) he loves your sexy-aesthetic photos, no need to say he'd masturbate on them, imagine him stroking his dick desperately, because he needs to feel and see you soo bad. You perfectly know it, so you'd send him audios of you dirty talking just to tease him more (spoiler: he'd probably cum only by hearing your small whimpers), SO THEN HE WOULD PAY YOU BACK by sending you audios while he's reaching his orgasm, damn his moans would be so prettyy

• god... if you'd say to him something like: "baby im horny" he surely would reply to you: "fuck me, then" so you would immediately ride him. Imagine unzipping his leather jeans (i literally scream when i see him wearing them) his cock popping out of his boxers, already hard by the idea of you bouncing on it. And just like that, you'd take all of his length at the first thrust. When you'd stop because of too much friction, after bouncing desperately, he'd raise his hips and fuck you from beneath, overstimulating you because he loves to see you fucked out by him.

• passionate sex with him would be like heaven... 🫠 you layed on your back, on your bed, him on top of you, kissing you deeply, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth so softly. You're caressing his back, and he is doing the same with your hair, he'd attach his nose on your skin just to feel your soft scent. He would also make you understand, you're his significant one, by laying you on your stomach, legs open while he's sliding in and out of you deeply but sweetly, his hands resting on your ass, massaging it. It would be so relaxing, and after he has reached his orgasm, he would took his dick out and cum on your ass, smear it and then lick it off of you.

[katsukikisses]

birds of a feather: chapter three [hawks x reader]

chapter summary: sixth grade is a year of changes. you and keigo learn a few things about yourselves as you prepare to enter junior high.

also, by popular demand (aka 6 people), i have made a playlist for birds of a feather. it's a wip so if you guys have any songs you think would suit this fic then please leave a comment or send in an ask with the song name, and i will add it!

chapter tags: childhood friends trope; alternating povs; feelings realizations; discussion of japanese honorific speech. this is a helpful article on the intricacies of honorifics if you are interested.

cw: obligatory mean girl steal-ur-man character; socioeconomic differences?; toomie not showing up for keigo's graduation

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“When we were younger, We didn't know how it would be, We were the dumb, the wild, the free." — Conan Gray, Little League

“Hey, Keigo-kun, what are you wearing to the graduation ceremony?”

“I bet he’ll be wearing a hakama, since he’s traditional like that. Aren’t you, Keigo-kun?”

“At least tell us what color, Keigo-kun! Maybe we’ll match.” 

That last comment was enough to stir you from your nap. With immense effort, you lifted your head from its comfortable position on your desk and sat up straight. A bleary glance at the clock told you that there were only a few minutes left before class started, causing you to sigh—no point in going back to sleep, now. 

Vengefully, you turned towards the commotion that had awoken you, and, unsurprisingly, found your best friend at the center of it. Keigo sat at his desk at the far end of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of girls. They leaned against the windowsills and surrounding desks, getting as close as possible without overstepping boundaries. The boldest of the group, a girl named Miyake Aito, was perched on Keigo’s desk, legs swinging beneath her. When you heard her giggle at the other girls’ teasing, you realized that she’d been the one to inquire about matching outfits. Unbidden, a frown spread across your face. 

“I’m not sure yet, Miyake-san” Keigo was saying, smiling amiably. “I don’t want to be the only one in traditional wear.”

The girls were quick to assure him that No, there will definitely be others, and began to complain about how guys didn’t want to wear hakamas anymore. Keigo listened to them politely, nodding at the appropriate times, but subtly attempted to peer around their bodies. You realized, belatedly, that he was searching for you. How did he even know I’d woken up? Sometimes, it was like he had a sixth sense for all things YN-related. 

Keigo's golden eyes finally found yours and narrowed at your sleep-addled appearance. You stuck your tongue out at him in return. For a moment, the two of you remained in your little bubble, silently communicating across the room. 

Aito quickly picked up on the blonde's distraction, though, and followed his line of sight. When she realized he was looking at you, she began waving at you excitedly. 

“LN-chan!” she grinned at you. “You’re finally up! Come join us.”

The other girls agreed, enthusiastically beckoning you over. Face heating up at the attention (and at the mention of your mid-morning nap), you rose from your seat and made your way over. You stopped at the edge of the group, but Aito reached out and pulled you to her side. Her long, wavy hair, which she wore over her shoulder, tickled your bare arm. 

“Um, what’s up?” you asked, attempting to sound casual. You’d never really spoken to Aito or her friends, so the sudden proximity was a little startling. 

“We’re trying to get Keigo to wear a hakama for the graduation ceremony,” Aito pouted, as if his refusal aggrieved her personally. “Help us convince him, LN-chan!”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d be any help,” you said, looking down at the boy in question. Keigo still had that demure smile on his face, but the subtle twitches of his lips betrayed his amusement. “He’s a real free spirit.”

Aito laughed, tightening her hold around you. “But YN-chan, a hakama would totally suit him, right? Given his whole traditional thing.” 

A few of the girls around you hummed in agreement. You looked questioningly at her. 

“His traditional thing?”

“You know, the way he uses san for everyone, and how he never calls anyone by their first name. Like, I’m Miyake-san,” Aito gestured to herself, and then to the other girls. “And she’s Nonaka-san, and she’s Kudo-san…”

And then she faced you, tilting her head curiously. “And even though you guys are close, he still calls you LN-san, doesn’t he?”

“I guess so,” you shrugged, meeting Keigo’s eye once more. Aito didn’t need to know that, outside of school, you were just YN and Keigo to each other. You’d dubbed him “Keigo-kun” practically the first time you spoke, and shortly thereafter dropped the honorific entirely. The blonde, on the other hand, took much longer to disregard formalities, and for the first six months of your friendship he exclusively addressed you as LN-san. The only exception was when your parents were around, in which case you became LN-chan and they were the sans. It took the three of you a year of insisting that he call you YN, and they oba-san and oji-san, for him to finally do so.

At school, though, Keigo still referred to you as LN-san. You didn't quite understand why until his mom overheard him call you by your given name a few months ago. Her expression had twisted into one of deep displeasure—not quite disappointment, or any other emotion one might show when their child didn’t behave. It was more like…fear. 

She’d yelled at Keigo, then, and made him apologize to you. You know better than that, she’d admonished him, We don’t talk to others like that. You remember frantically insisting he get up from his bow, alarmed and close to tears yourself. Somehow, you couldn’t help but feel that the whole thing was all your fault.

(Many months later, you worked up the courage to ask Keigo about it—why he was so proper all the time and why his mom yelled at him. Why it was okay for you to call him Keigo but not okay for him to call you YN.

He’d simply replied, “Because I’m a hybrid.”)

Shaking the memory from your mind, you realized you’d zoned out while Aito continued talking. She didn’t look happy with your noncommittal answer, and had let go of your arm in favor of turning back towards Keigo. 

“Well, if you won’t wear a hakama to be traditional,” she sighed, twirling a stray lock of hair around her finger. “Then you should at least do it for LN-chan. She’d love to see you in traditional wear.”

At this, the other girls snickered. Your face heated—you were sure you were being laughed at, but you just didn’t know for what. 

Keigo raised his eyebrows impassively. “I don’t know what you mean, Miyake-san.”

Aito leaned towards him. From her position on his desk, she could look directly down at him. “I think,” she giggled, “we all know what I mean.”

“Why don’t you tell me, then,” he returned coolly. 

A conspiratorial grin spread across Aito’s face. She had really nice teeth, you noticed offhandedly. While other kids’ mouths were still shackled in metal and rubber bands, her’s was already blindingly white and straight. 

“I mean,” Aito began, “We all know that LN-chan—”

She was cut off by the ring of the school bell, signaling the end of the period. Students immediately began taking their seats, and the teacher walked in, frowning when she saw your group gathered by the window. 

“Miyake-san, it’s quite rude to sit on someone else’s desk,” she chided, “Everyone, please return your seats. Goodness, you all are about to enter junior high, and you still can’t be ready for class on time.” 

Aito slid off the desk, mumbling an apology to your teacher and Keigo. The other girls hurriedly returned to their desks, and you began heading back to your side of the classroom. You were stopped, however, by a hand wrapping around your wrist. You looked back to see Aito at your arm, that same smile on her face. She tugged on you lightly, learning over to whisper in your ear. 

“We all know,” she giggled, “that you like Keigo-kun.”

“What about this one, YN? The blue is very pretty.” 

“No, I already wear blue on my uniform everyday.”

“Okay, then how about this one? You can’t go wrong with black.”

“No, it’s too somber. What am I, going to a funeral?”

“Alright, then, what about a two piece—”

“No!” you jumped up, shoving away the skirt your mom was dangling in front of your face. “Two pieces are for little kids—I’m literally entering junior high!”

“Right,” your mom said, “So…you’re a little kid.”

Groaning, you sank back into the plush changing room chair. Across from you, your mother exasperatedly flopped down in her own chair. The mall was blessedly empty today; otherwise, shoppers would’ve gotten a front-row seat to LN Akemi having a breakdown over formalwear.  

“Why are you making this so difficult,” your mother wailed, half-heartedly flinging a blouse at you. It landed a few feet short of your chair, on a different shirt you’d rejected. “You usually love shopping with me.”

That was true—shopping with your mother was one of the rare times where the two of you weren’t bickering and actually got along. No, for a few peaceful hours every weekend, you were united by gossip, cute clothes, and her credit card. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I guess I’m just nervous about graduation.”

Your mother pushed herself up one her elbows and peered at you. “I thought you said it was just a ‘lame event’ that you ‘didn’t care about.”

You winced at your harsh words being thrown back at you. “Well, that was before…”

“Before what?”

“Umm,” you said intelligently, “Before I realized how important this milestone actually is?”

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. You averted your gaze. 

Truth be told, it was still just a lame event that you didn’t care about. An elementary school graduation was not a great cause for celebration, in your opinion, especially since everyone would be heading to the same junior high. Still, considering recent developments, you wanted to put some effort into your outfit…

At the thought of the incident, you groaned again and shoved your face into your hands. It’d been the source of all your agony this past week, rendering you incapable of enjoying a simple shopping trip with your mom. Ever since Aiko had put that stupid thought into your head—

We all know that you like Keigo-kun. 

Well, of course you liked Keigo, you huffed internally—he was your best friend! Ever since that fateful stormy afternoon in the second grade, the two of you had been inseparable. You hung out everyday, either watching lame superhero shows at your place or playing video games based on said lame superhero shows at his. You shared every thought with him (even the stupid ones, like when you thought Algeria was in South America) and he was the first person you turned to when you needed support. You enjoyed his company better than anyone else in the universe, and when you thought of your future you couldn’t imagine it without him. So yes, you did like Keigo, because all best friends liked each other. 

But, you knew that wasn’t what Aito meant. She meant that you like-liked him, in the way that many of the kids in your class had begun to: holding hands at recess, bumping shoulders on the walk home. Calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Like-liked, in the way that best friends totally shouldn’t like each other. 

So did you?

You dragged your hands down your face, choosing to ignore your own question. Peeking through your fingers, you saw that your mom had left her chair to go back to shopping. She was shifting through the racks of dresses, her wedding ring glinting noticeably as she moved. The sight of it made you think about your parents’ own marriage. They liked—no, loved—each other, didn’t they? 

You tried to think if they did any of the things the couples in your class did, but came up empty. Your father didn’t like to hold your mother’s hand because he claimed it was always “unbearably sweaty”, and you think your mother would push your father into the street if he tried to bump shoulders with her. You couldn’t even remember the last time they called each other by “husband” and “wife”, preferring more intimate nicknames like “the old ball and chain” and “my trophy husband”. 

But…they showed that they liked each other in other ways. Your dad always fixed your mom a cup of coffee in the morning, no matter how late he was for his own job, because she claimed he was the only one who could make it right; and your mother never complained when she had to pick your father up from the bar, merely laughing about how he couldn’t hold his liquor. They always made time to watch “their” show together, and seemed to be in a constant competition of who could complete more of the others’ chores. So maybe it wasn’t the type of like you were used to seeing among your classmates—but it was undeniably there. 

And what about Keigo, a small, insistent voice in your head brought up, Do you see yourself “liking” him? 

You furrowed your brow, imagining the two of you in your parents’ positions. Him making you a cup of coffee, you wrangling his tipsy form into the car. Watching old Endeavor re-runs and doing chores together in a sage-colored house. And, in the way that you parents often did, leaning over to press your lips to his— 

“Okay, you cannot find anything wrong with this one,” your mother dropped a dress on your lap, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hoped she didn’t notice the way you flushed. “It’s not blue, or black, or a two-piece, or anything else you might possibly have an issue with. At least try it on.” 

Not wanting to get into another argument, you reluctantly agreed, figuring it would be no different than the others. But once you had the dress on, you couldn’t help but agree with your mother—there was nothing you could find wrong with it. It was cut from a soft, ruby-red fabric, billowing elegantly at your waist and stopping just below the knees. It struck the perfect balance between the elementary-school-innocence you were leaving behind and the mature junior high student you were about to become. 

Akemi watched you scrutinize the dress in the changing room mirror, flinging the folds this way and that—but she knew you were already sold. She’d known it the moment she spotted the dress, because it was the exact same shade of red as a certain hybrid’s feathers. 

Stifling a smirk, she opened her wallet. You could be so predictable sometimes. 

“Psst, Keigo.”

The blonde ignored the whisper, valiantly focusing on the principal’s speech. When he didn’t respond, he felt your finger begin to prod him in the back. 

“Keigo! I know you can hear me.” 

The prodding intensified. After a few moments, Keigo couldn’t take it anymore. Subtly angling his head to look behind him, he flashed you an annoyed look. 

“What?” he hissed. The two of you, alongside all the other sixth graders, were currently gathered in the school auditorium for the graduation ceremony. The students were lined up in neat rows across the stage while the principal gave a speech at the podium. With her back to the students, she remained unaware of any impropriety, but the teachers and parents in the audience had a perfect view of their actions. Plus, with Keigo standing in the front row and you in the back, it was much harder for him to get away with talking. 

“Isn’t this so boring?” you grinned at him. Keigo could feel his eye twitching—you risked getting in trouble to tell him that? He ignored you, turning back to the principal, but a hand in his suit jacket yanked him back. 

“I said I’m bored!” you whispered indignantly. “Entertain me!”

Keigo sighed. A glance at the audience told him that no teachers were watching him, and the principal was still droning on with her speech. Subtly, he shuffled backward until he dropped out of his row and squeezed into yours. The boy who'd previously been standing by you looked peeved by the intrusion, but Keigo couldn’t be bothered with apologizing. 

“What can I do to cure your boredom, m’lady,” Keigo deadpanned. 

You clapped your hands gleefully. “Well, first, let’s decide on where we want to eat after this. My parents want to go to that seafood restaurant—you know, the one on Main Street? But it’s been so popular recently, I feel like we’ll definitely see classmates who are also celebrating…”

Keigo zoned out as you described the horror of running into someone you’d just bid goodbye to. He typically loved listening to you ramble, but right now he was finding it immensely difficult to focus. Every word you spoke was enunciated with a dramatic fling of your hands, causing your dress to flutter mesmerizingly. His eyes tracked the fabric’s movements obsessively; for some reason, seeing you in red made Keigo feel all warm and gooey inside. 

“…so that’s what I’m thinking. Does that sound good?”

He blinked as he realized you’d concluded your story, dinner plans interjected somewhere in there. 

“Yeah, sure,” he said, hoping he didn’t just accidentally commit to a Michelin-star restaurant. He knew your family liked to dine at the finer places in Fukuoka, having been invited to many such outings before, but his mom would kill him if he ever accepted. It’s bad enough that I let them feed you every day, she bemoaned often, The least we could do is let them think we have inexpensive taste. With today being his graduation, though, and the fact that she couldn't be there to celebrate him herself, she had made an exception. 

Reminded of his mom's absence, Keigo wistfully turned towards the audience. He knew, logically, that she couldn’t dictate her work schedule; yet, selfishly, he wished she was here to see him graduate. 

“I’m sorry that your mom couldn’t come to this,” you said softly, noticing his sullen gaze. Keigo merely hummed in response—he’d long stopped being shocked by your mind-reading capabilities. Sometimes, he thought you were a hybrid in disguise; there was no other explanation for how you could pick up the smallest shifts in his mood and know the perfect thing to say each time. 

The principal was nearing the end of her speech now, if the generic verses about changing the world and shooting for the stars were any indication. Keigo grew restless as she droned on, eager to shed his formal wear; his suit jacket was uncomfortably small and scratchy, and the wing-slits darned into the back were constricting painfully around his feathers. He always thought the worst part about having wings was the fact that he couldn’t loan clothes—holes had to be put in anything he wore. As a result, his mom usually sprung for thinner shirts and sweaters, made from materials that were easy to sew through. His only option this time, it appeared, was a kids-size tuxedo.

Keigo stifled a laugh as he remembered Miyake's reaction to his cheap, ill-fitting suit. The girl had been chatting excitedly with her friends when she spotted him, her expression immediately twisting into one of deep distaste. She’d quickly exchanged it for a cute pout, though. 

“Keigo-kun,” she admonished, “I thought we agreed you’d wear a hakama!”

We did nothing of that sort, he wanted to say, but merely smiled placatingly at her instead. “What, do I look that bad in this suit?”

An eager chorus of Nos and Of course nots! rang back at him from Miyake’s friends. The girl herself still looked miffed, tugging unhappily on the sleeves of her red kimono. Keigo could tell that it was expensive from the detailed embroidery and silk skirts, and he wondered what it would be like to wear something that well-made. 

“I wanted to match with you, though…” Miyake looked up shyly at him through her eyelashes. He held back a snort, and was thankfully saved from answering by the arrival of their teacher. He didn’t even know how he could get out of that one… 

Cheering from the audience drew Keigo out of his memories, and he belatedly realized that the principal had concluded her speech. His classmates were laughing excitedly, and you were shaking his arm like a madwoman. 

“We did it!” you screamed, “We graduated!”

Keigo laughed—where was the girl who insisted graduation was lame just last week? Still, your enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldn’t help but smile as you jumped up and down in joy. 

For the second time that day, Keigo could feel his heart beating erratically. He really should get that checked out.

Next Chapter (coming soon!)

author's note: i told y'all that things were heating up 🤭 i hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter-- please feel free to let me know what you thought in the comments :) i can't wait to see our beloved YN and keigo in junior high!

in case y'all missed it: fic playlist!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile

Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)

Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂

A Tale as Old as Time.

“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"

Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.

Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”

"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"

"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"

“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”

A grimace.

“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”

“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”

"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."

"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."

Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.

A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.

His curiosity still left wanting.

She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.

Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.

"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."

“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."

“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”

“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”

"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"

"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.

“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”

They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.

Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.

Her perspective and his, one and the same.

Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.

Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.

“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”

[purpleqilinwrites]

first.

a/n: these days have been feeling yucky to me (unrelated to fandom), so i wrote a little nanami thing to cheer myself up.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: fluff

info: established relationship (nanami is your husband); reader is also a jujutsu tech alumnus

warnings: high school dumbassery

synopsis: allegedly, gojou was your first kiss. allegedly.

word count: 1.3k

Nanami Kento

"Can I help you?" you asked, your smile evident in your tone as you looked at Nanami from over the novel in your hands.

There was a certain sullenness that knitted his brows together, one you recognised as being a symptom of having a few too many necessary interactions with a certain white-haired sorcerer. Nanami slumped backwards into the armchair, running a hand down his face with a tired sigh. You chuckled lightly to yourself as you waited for him to speak, eyes fixed on the words on the page in front of you but not reading any of them.

"Gojou-san said something to me as I was leaving the school, and I'd like you to confirm or deny it," Nanami said, finally.

You let out a thoughtful hum, slotting an expired stamp card into your novel before closing it and leaving it on the coffee table. "And what did he say?" you asked, feeling the beginnings of a strain in your cheeks as your smile widened, anticipating.

Gojou did say the damnedest things sometimes.

Nanami groaned, his hand immediately going to his already loosened tie to tug it off his neck. The collar of his dress shirt fell open in the absence of the tie, and you allowed yourself to be distracted by his Adam's apple for a second before bringing your attention back to the increasingly interesting conversation you were having.

"Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I'm asking purely for curiosity's sake."

You nodded along, urging him to continue. He let out a long exhale as a means of pause, and you mirrored the break in his words to settle into a more comfortable position on the couch, still anticipating.

Nanami was uncharacteristically hesitant with his words, as though he was rephrasing himself several times before anything could leave his tongue. When your husband was like this, it brought to remembrance a younger version of him who tended to cut himself off in the middle of sentences because he wasn't satisfied with how his thoughts came out. He had always been more careful when he was speaking to you.

You mentally put aside a reminder to buy some kikufuku for the sole purpose of eating the whole box in front of Gojou and not sharing. If you felt particularly devious when the day came, you could always flick some of the rice flour left at the bottom of the box at him. Maybe leave a suspicious white handprint or two on his back for his students to pester him about.

"Of course," you said, still smiling, still waiting. "But please, just say what's on your mind. I don't think I can take much more of this mystery."

"Gojou-san seemed to be under the impression that he was your first kiss. He said—"

You couldn't contain the violent cackling that boiled over your lips, slapping your hands on your thighs and folding over in your seat. "I'm-I'm sorry! Hah! Please— Go on," you said, your words coming out in pieces as you tried to stop laughing long enough to hear Nanami out.

He sighed at the sight of you misty-eyed and happy, a fond smile pulling on his lips.

While you busied yourself with wiping your tears on the ends of your sleeves, Nanami stood and stepped around the coffee table to sit beside you. You moved to swing your legs over his lap when you felt the couch dip with the addition of his weight, scooting close enough to prop your cheek on his shoulder. His hand naturally came to rest on your hip, and he leaned in to press a few kisses into your hair.

"That's what you wanted to know?" you asked, eyes bright and still slightly out of breath.

Nanami regarded your face for a moment, silently admiring you. His other hand came to cup your jaw and you obliged him, your mouth pliant against the insistent press of his.

"Is it true?" came your husband's voice, his breath warm on your face. You shook your head, chasing his lips and relishing how they curved into a smile against yours.

"But I did kiss Gojou once," you said, breaking the string of saliva with your finger as you reclined into the backrest of the couch. The pleased expression on Nanami's face immediately soured terribly. He motioned for you to elaborate before placing a hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly.

"It was in the first year of high school, sometime at the beginning of the school year," you started, laughing when Nanami's eyebrows shot up. "My first kiss was actually Shouko. After, I kissed Getou and then Gojou. All on the same day."

The pinch of his lips told you that he was still processing this revelation, so you waited. It was a lot to process even for you, when you suddenly remembered it when the school year came to an end. Three people you kissed in one day, simply because Gojou hounded the rest of you to "live life a little".

You idly smoothed the palm of your hand over the muscular plane of Nanami's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of it as he breathed.

"You kissed all of your classmates? And on the same day?" he asked, incredulous. You nodded to both questions, your smile turning sheepish. Nanami's hand on your thigh squeezed again, more firmly this time, as if there was some written confirmation in your skin about the time you kissed three other people who weren't him.

"Tell me how it happened."

You blinked.

"Are you disappointed?" you asked, already looping your arms around Nanami's torso and tucking your head under his chin, an offering. He dropped a kiss into your hair and let his lips linger there, a quiet reminder that you never needed to fear him harbouring such feelings against you.

If anything, he was disappointed in all three of your classmates for whatever transpired in those early months of your time in Jujutsu Tech. In Ieiri, Getou, and especially Gojou.

"No matter what, I love you, remember?" was the promise that he whispered into your hair, a reprise of the firm promise he gave you on your wedding day.

You giggled, repeating the words into his collarbone. It tickled him, both the feeling of your breath on his exposed skin and the assurance that you felt loved in his arms.

"Gojou started it," you said, and it made perfect sense. Nanami had suspected as much when he first heard the words from Gojou's lips. Of course, it was his upperclassman's fault. "He was convinced that having a 'kiss fest', as he called it, would be a good bonding experience for everyone. Like it was something normal to do in high school."

You left room for him to ask questions, knowing him and knowing that he'd definitely want to know more. Mentally, you replayed the whole 'kiss fest' and everything that led up to it, catching yourself by surprise with how crisp some of the details were in your mind's eye. It was a thing that you happened to participate in while you were in high school, completely uneventful and entirely disregarded.

After all, the best part of your high school years was meeting your husband. Everything else was just happenstance, smooth rocks that marked out the road that led to him.

"Did you enjoy it?" was the question that pulled you from your reminiscing.

You put your finger to your chin in thought. "Based on what? Like, taste or something?" you asked, drawing a blank when you pondered how best to answer the question posed to you. You knew when it came to him there was no wrong way to say things. It was more that you wanted to properly convey how little those three kisses meant to you.

It was Nanami's turn to laugh, the sound warm and inviting you to do the same. You brushed away the stray golden strands falling in his face, taking in the handsome image before you and committing it to memory.

[coffeedepressionsoup]

Somebody Does Love | MYG - Now They Know

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

This is the one where they shed some fear. Part 7 of Somebody Does Love.

Series Masterlist

Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 2.4k+

Warnings - lil swearing, drinking, smoking, Yoongi!!, (crushing on Yoongi)!!

Ratings - 13+

Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona @7ndipity

A/N - All apologies for the long gap. Partially proofed. I had fun, especially towards the end. Hope you like it!

If someone told you a week back that you’d be in your current situation, you would guffaw, roll your eyes and safely assume they were as delusional as you allowed yourself to be in your daydreams. Because honestly, what were the chances?

You gulped and blinked up from your cup of wine. 

Oh yeah. The wine tonight was your downfall.

Wine was your kryptonite. This is why you never drank wine in public, you remembered.

You could hold your hard liquor almost as good as the next person. But a couple of glasses of wine— how to put it delicately— made you unbelievably reckless. Not the kind that would compel you to drive along a cliff. It is more like the kind that catches you in heated embraces, often sans clothing, sometimes involving more than two parties, as you’d discovered first in your college days.

Former lovers knew of the effect wine had on you and would often use it in their favour.

Your friends knew what wine did to you as well. They teased you endlessly. 

And now, you realised why Hajoon had suddenly “misplaced” the keys to his bar cabinet and how conveniently Aera had picked up several bottles of wine on the way. 

Or maybe it truly was coincidental that they found the key after your third glass and your misplaced sense of vanity was trying to conjure excuses to justify the outcome of your present reality. Your mind was racing faster than your sanity could keep up with. Maybe your friends were not conspiring to make you fess up to your insurmountable, unadulterated crush. That would be juvenile. 

Your mind flashed back the last 12 hours.

While you finished packing the previous night, you were curious about Sammy’s uncharacteristic “hovering.” He had come into your room on at least three different occasions within an hour, twice asking if you wanted anything for breakfast tomorrow. Breakfast was clearly not what he wanted to talk about. And you also had too early a start to have any appetite. 

Now, as he sat munching on what you assumed was a protein bar, he asked, “Aren’t you taking these?” He was pointing at a pile of folded sweaters on your bed. You shook your head, chained up the duffle bag you had in front of you and placed it on the settee by the door. 

“It might get cold there,” Sammy mumbled with his mouth half full.

You had moved into the en suite, getting ready to brush your teeth. “Yoongi said it’s not as cold in April,” you mumbled back.

“Oh, then it must be okay,” he said with a chuckle.

You stepped out with the brush in your mouth, seeing Sammy sprawled over your bed. That tone was almost teasing. And you were in half a mind to ignore him. But the other half got the better of you. “What does that mean?” “What?” “Why did you say it like that?” “Like what?” he drawled bored, smirking down at his phone. You rolled your eyes and quietly went on about your night routine. It was simple enough. Brush teeth, brush out hair, wash face, moisturise face. You then put all your electronics on charge and got under the covers.

You had to kick Sammy’s horizontal body further down the length of your bed to stretch your legs out. You heard him grunt a little in response as he readjusted himself at the foot of your bed, legs dangling off one of the sides, as he continued scrolling on his phone.

After a few minutes, his gentle voice pulled you out of the slime video you were staring at. “You like him?” 

“Huh?” you hummed reactively before asking “Like who?” You knew who. You just wanted to keep a straight face, feign ignorance and avoid thinking in that tangent.

You thought this would draw a whiny reaction from your friend and the conversation could end in banter before it started, but instead, much to your dismay, Sammy answered, “Yoongi, you like him.”

You moved your phone slightly. Sammy was resting his head on his hand, supported on his elbow. He was facing you now. The sincerity in his eyes threw you off kilter a bit. This time, the tone of inquisition seemed to be missing. It sounded more like a statement, an observation, to be precise.

You froze up. Were you that obvious? It felt even silly to think about it at times. Most of all, despite being one of your usual confidants and current housemate, you actively decided not to tell Sammy anything about it for a few good reasons. 

They were friends, who worked together sometimes, and hung out, with a common circle, often. One of them was one of your closest friends. Irreplaceable. The other one.. You liked. Okay. Had a fat fucking crush on. You could get over that though. You at least had to try, right? You could not risk getting involved and become the source of any kind of discomfort if things went south. You had to try your best to get over it.

But you were not trying, were you? You were expectantly looking forward to a weekend getaway with him. Granted, there will be other friends and acquaintances as well. But you knew they were not the ones you packed one of your best dresses for. They were not the ones who you texted sparsely over the last few days with an arrhythmic heart. They were not the ones whose hands you daydreamed about holding either.

Sammy’s mock punch against your feet pulled you out of the spiral. You shook your head, as curtly as possible, trying not to immediately get too defensive. Afterall, a strong denial is an affirmation. “No man, what the fuck.”

“Y/n, you know I can see you around him, right?” his face held that sombre look.

“Am I actually that obvious?” you bit your lip nervously.

“So you agree you have been simping after him?” he asked, his face changing into a shit-eating grin

“You can simp after my left foot,” you muttered, throwing a couple of pillows at him as he chuckled.

“I think the feelings are mutual bro. I know you are holding back for whatever reasons. I just wanted to put it out there,” the sincerity crept back into his voice while he still had the hint of a smile.

“Sammy…” you drawled, now trying to pull the covers right up to your face but the man you were speaking to was lying on top of it. You put your hands over your face, trying to hide from the mirror your friend so unexpectedly held up.

“Jesus Y/N-ah, are you blushing right now?”

You groaned some more, making your friend laugh harder.

“Wow you have it bad!” he claimed.

“I don’t have anything bad. Why do y’all keep saying shit?” “Who all do you mean?”

You sat up against the headboard and tried to rub off the sleep and the alleged blush off your face. If he had caught on, might as well tell him all. And you did.

From the talking about your pets to the almost drunk kiss and the very brief hand action (read: grazing) while washing mugs. You also filled him in about your infrequent text exchanges. Sammy mostly barked out with laughter at most of your gushing. Sometimes he would interject and fill you in about the reactions he observed as well. 

You were almost up till almost 3 talking about your hesitations and fears about actively pursuing the inexcusable adoration you were afflicted with. You were reminded again how you were gravely wrong about Sammy’s probable viewpoint of the matter. You were reassured that no matter the course of action or their consequences, your friendship will remain unbothered.

Since you had an early start as well, you barely got a couple of hours sleep. The carry over lethargy from the previous day could have been another reason why the wine got you good. Or. Just conjecture. You were heady with the aroma of the man in front of you. And you never wanted to go another day in your life without that smell wrapped around you. 

The noise of the party inside felt muted for you. You remembered stepping out of the beach house for a smoke. You remember Yoongi following behind you. You shared the smoke you lit. Hajoon, Ae-ra, Jane, Taehyung and Hoseok had rushed out caught in a rabid, loud disagreement about the best texture of spaghetti or confetti, you weren’t sure. But before they walked out towards the adjoined beach, a couple of them had managed to bump into Yoongi in a way that led him to unintentionally cage you into the corner of the deck.

You decided to attribute the current adrenaline surge to the wine as you looked up at Yoongi, his eyes  intently searching for something in yours.

"Are you gonna keep staring?" you managed to ask without a stutter.

He blinks, parting his lips slightly, in an attempt to produce a response. An attempt he fails. 

You stare back, and after a few seconds, draw in a deep breath. You can see his gaze roaming your face as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. As you continue to stare at him, feeling the tip of your ears warm more and more with each passing second, you also glance over his sharp features, all the gorgeous details and perfect blemishes.

"Yoongi?” you ask again.

He hums in return as you notice his eyes flit between your eyes and lips. 

“I will count down from 5,” your voice was shakier than you imagined it would be, but you blurted out regardless, “If you don't move or stop me, I am going to kiss you."

His eyes widened for a short second before falling back to your lips. 

"5"

His tongue slipped out and ran down his lower lip.

“4”

His jaw clenched as he let out a shaky breath.

“3”

He looked back straight into your eyes.

“2”

He mouthed along with you.

“1,” you breathed out softly and reached for his lips. Before your mouths touched, you saw his eyes flutter shut. 

Soft. Expectedly soft.

The first moment your lips touched Yoongi’s you felt shivers run down your spine. It was a chaste peck, held in place for a few seconds until you moved away ever so slightly to try and see his face. When you saw his pouty face chasing after your flushed one, you angled your head slightly, ready to capture his lips properly in yours this time.

Your hands slipped around his waist, not clutching or pulling, just resting around him, tentatively, palms furtively placed at the small of his back. Even though the liquid courage allowed you to brave the first kiss and it had been met with nothing but enthusiasm, a thought at the back of your head continued to bug. What if you were reading the situation and the signals wrong? 

Well, you did offer him a chance to leave before you kissed him, didn’t you? You announced your intentions out loud, like a Regency-era butler, hadn’t you? Despite that, he chose to stay, didn’t he? As your lips moved alongside Yoongi’s and your mind spiralled about the legitimacy of interest from the man, you felt a hesitant bite on your lower lips. That is when you realised that you may not be the only one spiralling with crippling doubt. 

Something about the light nibble forced you to push your hesitations aside and try to alleviate any uncertainties the man in your arms might be having as well. You licked across his bottom lip in return. At the same time, you planted your palms on his lower back. Not with too much force but with enough firmness that would underline your enthusiasm.

Yoongi jolted slightly at the sudden onset of assertiveness. He felt shivers course through his body, starting from the points where your hands touched his torso. The thin linen t-shirt did very little to conserve the heat he could feel radiating off of him. Or it was just the flush that he felt from the first moment your lips touched. 

His startle also led the way to an inaudible gasp, which you took full advantage of, of course. You slid your tongue in and licked lightly over the tip of his. This was either asking for permission or a minor provocation. Yoongi did not dwell on which it was, as he moved his head slightly, readjusting your stances a bit and sucked your tongue into his mouth. 

It was your turn to gasp. Before you knew it, a faint whine resounded in your throat, swallowed partially by the Daegu rapper. It was almost involuntarily followed by a complaining moan as you felt Yoongi draw back slightly. You saw him draw in a shaky deep breath and then remembered you had to refill your lungs as well. 

However, before your eyes could focus back on Yoongi’s face properly, he dove right back in. This time he used his arms to cage your shorter frame against his. You smiled into the kiss and tightened your hold around him. Although your arms and hands around each other lay mostly quiet and unmoving, the passionate dance of your lips and tongue was accompanied by occasionally muted groans.

The next time you pulled apart for air, gasping, you looked up at his face, into his eyes. Yoongi was smiling, not directly at you, but he had a little loopy grin. When your eyes met, he rasped softly, “I waited so long to do that.”

You felt your face flush immediately but you held his gaze. “Me too, actually,” you confided.

The quick way that Yoongi’s eyes darted between yours told you that he was looking for any amount of insincerity. Not out of malice, but self-preservation. You understood. You remembered feeling the same in previous relationships and/or situationships. 

A foundational element of any interpersonal connection is trust. Once broken, it alters your worldview, and forces you to mend fences that you had spent ages taking apart. However non-committal a first kiss is, it still is a commitment to display your attraction, to flaunt the earnestness of your affections.

You let slip a tiny smile before you pecked him. Near his mouth, right next to his lips. That did the job, you supposed. You could not recall when, if ever, you witnessed a blush spread over a grown man that quickly.

“You want to take a walk?” you asked. Both of you could use the air, you thought.

Yoongi nodded, heaving a sigh. As you started walking towards the beach, he slipped his left hand into your right one and you interlocked your fingers, almost like a habit. 

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ GOJO SATORU ; — i hate how you make feel while simultaneously being so incredibly unfeeling

࿄ ! warnings - afab!reader, angst, lowkey reader is a meanie but she has reasons, okay! no other warnings :}

love is fruitless with gojo satoru.

he’s attractive enough - shiny grey-blue eyes, tall, tan: the whole shebang and it’s no wonder that girls fall at his feet for a single chance to bed the man. and, in a twist of fate: when a lucky girl gets to have gojo in her room, she’s met with the night of her life before he slips into the night, inconsequential and cold to the world - as if he hadn’t ran his hands on her naked body.

that being said, once you get to know him, you come to realise it is virtually impossible to be around gojo without wanting to pull your hair out. you once told him that you couldn’t be around him without feeling the urge to pull out handfuls of your hair. he laughed at that; bandage crinkling across his eyes and rows of bright teeth blaring haughtily at you.

even at moments that would require some warmth and thought-provoking soul searching, he’d look at you with the same expression he always gives - one of faux joyousness and a chastising turn of his lips poking fun at you because you felt something that happened to be the antithesis to what he’s feeling… if gojo could actually feel anything at all - given how he presents himself. how could you ever enjoy the presence of someone like that?

“what do you think of gojo, y/n-san?” asks utahime across the chabudai and you snicker, the sourness noticeable even in the tone of your laughter - if you could even call it that - ‘laughing.’

“arrogant. egotistical. one track minded. sometimes i want to wring my hands around his neck to get him to be quiet but-” (utahime giggles slightly at your words and you beam a little - only a little).

“it’s not fair to speak about someone when they’re not here to defend themselves,” interjects a voice and you can practically hear the pout in his tone.

“who said i was being fair?” you hum, a sip of ginger and lemon tea running past your lips and it does little to satiate the rumble in your gut and the rise of acrid bile in your throat. damn you, acid reflux.

“well, if we’re being unfair to each other, i think utahime should ask me what i think about you,” says gojo pointedly and he sits cross legged at the low table - raising what seems to be a brow under his many layers of bandages.

“for your information, we were not playing a game-”

“no, you can go on and ask him, utahime. i’m a big girl. i can take it.” you narrow your eyes at the white haired man when you say that and it’s somewhat laughable that even though he’s sat down, at your level, gojo is ridiculously too statuesque to look right at you - prompting what you can feel is a fiery blush erupt on your cheeks when he leans down. you want to kill him so badly. just who does he think he is?

“um… o-ok, if that’s alright with you then… what do you think of y/n, gojo?”

a beat passes and you hold down a swallow, a gulp, at the silence that ruminates the staff room. gojo looks away, as if in deep thought and you roll your eyes at the over the top act.

the man leans down again, elbows on the chabudai, “i think y/n is afraid. constantly running from anything that invokes even the slightest bit of fear and feeling in her bones,” and utahime chokes in disbelief, shaking the palpable heavy tension in the room.

“i don’t think i’ve ever met a jujutsu sorcerer with traits as undesirable as those- i mean, have you, utahime? talk about a red herring.”

another beat passes and you haven’t said a word; if the furrowing of your eyebrows and embittered scowl on your lips was anything short of an answer, though, then gojo had definitely hit a nerve.

unfortunately for utahime, if gojo goes low, you simply go lower.

“huh. maybe you think you’re right about me, gojo…” and he smirks, victorious in this little dance that you’re both caught up in - with utahime caught in the superfluous torrent of it all and you let a moment pass, you let gojo believe he’s won before you continue, “but it actually couldn’t be further from the truth. at least i’m deliberate about what i let others perceive about me. you want to know what i really think of gojo satoru? i think ‘how can someone as powerful and omnipotent as you be so unimaginative… so boring and so miserably orchestrated?’”

you look down at your hands, playing with the rings on your fingers and wanting to avoid the looks of the other two heads in the room, shaking in belligerent disgust and just second hand audacity.

“above all, though… gojo satoru is all too obvious yet not at the same time. it becomes neither cool or interesting when you pretend to be some suave and sexy man who strolls through life. no one knows gojo better than he knows himself and he knows that every night, when the capes and the glasses and the- the fucking bandages come off, all what stares back at him is what he attempts to hide and that’s when he really starts to feel. in the four walls of his empty room with empty eyes staring back.”

you finally look back up to see a pair of disbelieving eyes staring back at you and you can feel another boring into your soul. the bile sits at the back of your throat again and a pang knocks at the edge of your heart.

“i may be scared but you’re terrified and you go about your life like you’re not constantly thinking - worrying. if my problem is that i don’t let myself feel enough then, gojo, yours is that you pretend to feel and act superior to us normal people because you’re a fraud.”

you’re panting - breathless - by the end of it and your eyes widen, burning and brimming at the implication of what you’ve just said. your hands are clammy and the burning - the sourness starts to grow all over again. you can’t bear to look at gojo for even a second before stumbling from under the seat and storming out of the room.

consequently, that evening after the whole debacle, with gojo sporting a frown that didn’t curl up once even in the company of his students, does gojo let himself feel something. and it feels pretty damn good.

he just wishes that it hadn’t come from you of all people.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[ask-giyu]

Monsters lust~

Pairing: Muzan x Fem! Y/n

Content is mature

Reblog if you like this please

Warnings: Degrading, blood( because of muzans nails ), Rough sex, smut with a small plot, oral sex ( fem receiving ), hair pulling, dirty talk.

Requested by: @courtreezy

Minors and ageless blogs dni

| Y/n had just got out of the shower, your lover awaiting for her arrival, muzan had been laying down on your futon, he stared into your eyes, hunger… no lust, or anger clouding his blood colored eyes |

“ Hello l/n.. I’m a bit upset you kept me waiting.. you knew I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but no.. you had to take so long in your shower, who the hell takes that long? “

“ Me, that’s who, now I’m sorry ‘mr. Everything must go your way’ “

| Muzan pupils dialated, before he got up, grabbing you harshly, and throwing onto the futon, your towel had became undone, leaving you on display for the demon lord |

“ Now y/n, if you weren’t being such a bitch..maybe we could’ve had a better night. “

| the demon got down to his knees, as he removed his suit, leaving his pants on, his face soon coming closer to your heated womanhood |

“ Kibusuji-San! What are you doing!- “

| you jolted due to the feeling of his tongue licking a stripe up your folds, looking down to see his face close to your sex, face now burning hot |

“ Shush y/n… “

| soon his face was buried between your thighs, his claws digging into the puggy flesh of your thighs, his tongue teasing you by proding your hole sometimes, and flicking at your clit, causing moans to escape from your mouth |

" Ahhh~ Muzan, you're tongue!"

| muzan kept eating you out, your hands becoming tangled in his pitch black locks |

-timeskip-

| muzan had you in a mating press, thrusting into you at a rough pace, your moans echoing throughout your room |

" Such a stupid bitch, breaking under my pace, your such a slut, taking my dick so well"

| your only response was a loud moan, soon sounds of skin slapping together filled the room as well, his speed increasing, it felt as if he were gonna break you, his tip kissing your cervix |}

" Fuck..."

{| he soon pulled out just before your release, flipping you onto your stomach and lifted your lower half up, shoving himself back in, slamming into you quickly, a loud moan left your mouth |}

" Yes.. Take my fat dick you stupid bitch"

{| his hand tangled up in your hair, pulling it, as his tip roughly hit your womb, your legs were gonna break, as you let out a loud moan, your high reaching, body jolting as you released on his dick |}

" Ahh... Such a naughty slut! Squirting on me.."

{| before you could react, he gasped, grunting as he filled you with his seed, pounding into you at a crazy pace, his orgasm spilling out of you |}

" TAKE ALL MY SPERM YOU BITCH!"

-timeskip to when you two have finished -

{| muzan had rejected your cuddles, he didn't want anything to do with you at the moment |}

(( I FINALLY FINISHED

[lokislytherin]

言わざる // speak no evil

pairing: byelingual!park jonggun x waiter!reader

summary: yamazaki yuzuru, also known as park jonggun, is trying his damned best to learn korean for csat. despite his best efforts, his favourite bartender doesn’t seem too impressed. in other words: park jonggun hwaiting~

tags: crack, pre-canon, gun is korean by birth but raised in japan but jailed in korea so he doesn’t even know how he identifies himself anymore, canon compliant, gun might be ooc bc he’s not fighting this is calm gun

gun’s first thought upon seeing you is - damn, you’re gorgeous.

he’s been to this izakaya several times before, but he has never seen you behind the counter. maybe it’s your first day. maybe you’ve been here for a while, working the wednesday night shift, and he has just never been here on a wednesday. it’s a school night, after all. he has his csat to study for, even though he thinks he’ll fail. his korean isn’t quite up to par. he’s spent too long in juvie, and even longer in japan.

gun isn’t the only japanese person here. well, technically gun is korean, but he’s been yamazaki yuzuru, shiroi oni for so long it feels like he’s japanese instead. when he’d fought that straw-haired asshole, kim joongoo, the dumbhead had downright refused to believe gun was korean by birth. no way, he’d said with a mocking grin, hand over his jaw where gun had almost knocked his entire bottom row of teeth out, your accent’s fucking atrocious.

gun would’ve gone for round two of a fight if goo hadn’t smashed a staff into his face and almost broken his skull as well as his nose.

anyway, back to the izakaya. where gun speaks japanese, because it’s so much easier than korean to him.

gun’s been here often enough to start to recognize the regulars - hattori-san with his raspy kansai-ben, who always orders cheap beer to go with his equally cheap cigarettes and starts flirting with the whoever’s pouring his beer whenever he gets too drunk; miyamura-san, who had been sent on a year-long business trip from tokyo to seoul and drinks sake to cover up how dearly she misses her family; and there’s park jong gun himself, who always orders the same gyoza dish because it’s damn tasty, alright.

today, it’s a different person behind the counter. it’s you, who speaks kindly to miyamura-san when she weeps about homesickness. it’s you, who doesn’t hesitate to call a drunk hattori-san a cab and manhandle him out of the shop yourself when the taxi arrives. you’re around gun’s age, japanese by birth, but both your japanese and your korean, which you showcase when a korean couple wander in in search of ramen, are both better than gun’s. you don’t seem too wary about gun, either. you’re always bringing him his signature gyoza with a sweet smile, offering him helpful tips on learning korean when he brings his notebook in to study for tests. gun-chan, you tease him sometimes, study at home, not here. he doesn’t answer, too busy wondering why you don’t fear him in the slightest.

because you should.

gun is the most dangerous person in this small izakaya. you’re strong enough to manhandle hattori-san, who is drunk and balding and somewhere in his late fifties, but your wrists are thin, your legs long and slim. you’ve got that doe-eyed innocence to you too, like a newborn fawn. you’d be able to please him with your body if you didn’t break under his rough hands first.

or maybe that could be the foreplay. you’d look good, struggling not to let gun break you, fighting back with all you’ve got.

gun has no alcohol with him, but his cheeks feel a little too flushed for his own comfort. he finishes his gyoza in silence, pays you a hefty tip and refuses to take the change, and then leaves.

he’ll keep you a secret, for now. choi dongsoo doesn’t have to know about you. and neither does gun's asshole of a housemate, kim joongoo.

he comes to the izakaya once every two weeks almost religiously just to see your pretty face. every time, you greet him with a smile. at some point, it becomes a running gag between the two of you. tadaima, he’ll say as he steps in, all evidence of his, ah, after-school job carefully hidden away. okaeri, you’ll say in response, your usual gyoza? and gun will say yes, because this place, this banter, is starting to feel like home to him. nothing has ever felt like home to him. it’s hard to find peace when gun lives the life of a hired gangster.

of course, of course, peace never lasts.

because one day, after school, kim ‘fucking dumbhead who can't read social cues’ joongoo insists on following gun to the izakaya. “i’m hungry,” he complains, “it’s your cooking day today, and since you won’t cook, i’ll just get dinner with you.”

he really doesn’t want to let joongoo meet you, but joongoo's a tenacious bastard who refuses to let go even when gun is trying to choke him out in the middle of the street, so gun ends up with no choice but to bring him to meet you.

he's still squabbling with joongoo by the time he steps into the izakaya. "okaeri, gun-cha-" your eyes widen. "ara ara, gun-chan, you brought a friend?"

"yes," joongoo says at the same moment gun says "we are not friends."

you giggle, eyes bright. "okay, gun-chan and gun-chan's not friend."

"gun-chan," joongoo mouths in awe. his knowledge of japanese is limited to anime and "omae wa mou shindeiru".

gun gives him a noogie because he's too polite to get blood all over your meticulously cleaned counter. "usual gyoza for me," gun mutters to you in japanese because he knows joongoo won't understand, "and the least popular item on the menu for him."

you laugh. "hai, hai!"

you end up placing two dishes of the same gyoza in front of gun and joongoo. gun blinks. "you're kidding, right?"

"gun-chan, you're literally the only one who orders this."

joongoo digs into his gyoza with a hearty "itadakimasu!" and you laugh when he gets sauce on his stupid glasses. gun feels overwhelming jealousy gnawing at his insides. you're his. you shouldn't be laughing at joongoo unless you're mocking him.

"just between you and me," you whisper to gun over the counter, "your friend reminds me of some of the tourists i used to get at the famiresu i used to work at in japan. they'd try to speak in japanese, but their accent wouldn't be right. it's sweet to see them try."

it's all too easy to imagine you in a cute apron and matching hat, cheerfully shouting "irraishaimase!" at new customers. it's too easy, like it's a memory instead of a fantasy. "which one did you work at? denny's?" back when he was fourteen and living the overpowered tween gangster life, he’d almost gotten attached to a denny’s worker who had actually tried to help him with his schoolwork and learning korean in particular. they were sweet but authoritative. they knew how to order him around and get him to do things, and that might have been the beginning of gun’s masochistic streak, actually. gun hadn’t seen them since he got arrested and sent to juvie in korea, but now that he thinks of it, they might have looked a little like you.

maybe he’s just projecting.

“yeah! i did work at denny's, actually.” it’s only thanks to gun’s years of experience as a trained thug that he doesn’t let his surprise show. did you read his mind? “why ask?”

“i was just curious. i grew up in japan.”

“yeah, i guessed. your japanese is excellent, but your korean… you make the same mistakes as one of my old regulars, but he was fourteen and you’re what, nineteen? you mix up the i, geu, jeo words too, just less often than he did.” you hum, a distant smile on your face. “it was easy for me to remember. it’s almost the same as koko, soko, asoko, isn’t it?”

gun nods. yeah, that was how the waiter from back then taught him to memorize i, geu and jeo too. gun just messes it up nowadays when he tries to think in korean instead of japanese. you flit off to help another patron and strike up a conversation with them instead. gun had almost forgotten that he couldn’t monopolise your attention that easily.

joongoo nudges him with the most demonic smile of all time settled on his face. there’s a veggie stuck between his teeth, and oh, what wouldn’t gun do to punch it out of the way? punch joongoo so hard he chokes on his own shattered teeth? “someone’s got a crush~” he sings loudly. nobody hears him over the din of the izakaya. “i’m gonna tell the b-”

gun tips his chin up and forcefully shuts joongoo’s mouth. joongoo whimpers as he bites his tongue, but gun holds his mouth shut. “don’t you fucking dare.”

it’s not even a crush. it’s just a passing fancy. you just remind him of someone he used to know.

“we’re leaving,” gun hisses. he’s going to beat joongoo’s ass into next week. “yo, jagiya-”

joongoo chokes on a laugh, but gun can’t think of why. over here… isn’t it jagiya?

“it’s jeogiyo,” you say with a shit-eating grin. it’s cute on you, unlike on joongoo. “but if you want to call me jagiya i won’t mind either, gun-chan.”

gun remembers making that mistake, years ago. he’d mixed them up again - jeogiyo is ‘come here’, jagiya is ‘sweetheart’. joongoo laughs harder at gun’s slowly reddening cheeks. oh, he wants you so bad. he’d hurt you so good, make you cry as he calls you jagiya and carve his mark into your body the only way he knows how.

“or should i call you yucchan? yamazaki yuzuru-chan?” you lean in close, something dangerous on your face. good for you, gun is a dangerous man. “the white oni?”

gun freezes. “how-” no matter how he thinks of it, he can’t think of how you would know about shiroi oni. could it be the other patrons warning you against him? could someone have told you?

“you’ve always called me y/n-san, and i appreciate it. but do you know why i came to korea to study?”

gun shakes his head. you’ve always been y/n-san to him.

“my name is magami y/n. you killed my father. you hurt my little brother ken-chan.” gun remembers now - he remembers young magami kenta who idolised him, until he killed the patriarch of the magami clan. maybe you were sent away to the city to study, and that’s why you weren’t there. “did you really think i’d let you get away?”

gun stops you from threatening him the only way he can think of - he yanks you closer by the collar of your shirt and when you stumble, he’s there, waiting to swallow all of your protests with his lips. oh, he’ll break you.

he’ll break you until all you know is how to scream his name and beg him for mercy.

oh, you’d look so gorgeous.

[koszmarnybudyn]

So anyone want a rant about my thoughts about the teens looking diffrent now than they did at the start? Well top bad you're getting one anyway. (Or good, depanding on your reaction)

Heads up this will probablly be incohereant. So i like to imagine Scary looking more and more like she did as terry now, like her hair grew out so she pushes her bangs out of her face more, wears more sporty clothes, and wears a ponytail more aften, her bangs used to be pink/red at the start but now she dyed them purple/a blueish color, she fights a bit more soccer like etc. She also has a scar on her wrist from that time it was cut off, and her hook earring is gone, replaced with one that belonged to terry jr or something.

Taylor dyed the tips of his hair blue, he looks more ninja like now since becoming a rougue, he has a diffrent sword, and a scar at his neck. His cane also has new stickers on it (one from each of the teens, a sdh sticker from norm, a garfield from link, a band one from scary, and maybe a death note musical one or something from hermie. His hair is also slightly longer so sometimes he puts it half up, and his porkpie hat is a diffrent one.

Normal constantly loses his clothes thrugh out the season, so they end up always being borrowed, never quite fitting right, right now i feel like he's wearing Henrys clothes, hes always wearing his own shoes tho, the one last thing keeping him himself, he still has that love/san dimas blue/teal but now there are more red (for anger) purple (for balance) and green (oak color) elements. His hair is longer than when he started, and he has eyebags now.

Link looks older, he doesn't look worried anymore, just..indiffrent, he isnt a boy anymore, hes a man, his shoulders are broader, his hair isnt as short or neat anymore, he has eyebags, he has scars (on both his legs from the soccer game, a larger one like a starburst on his back, and a nick on his eyebrow), hes always wearing his shin guards now, ready for battle, and i feel like he wears a backpack now (easier for battle than a gym bag) and a hoodie more aften (givving us grant vibes), hes gained muscle and he has a completly diffrent posture.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Just the Way You Are/ 1

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.6k

Includes- Seonghwa is amazing at oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasm

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J POV

"Joong what do I do?", I whine

"Get laid", he answers

I scoff, "No shit. I need someone to lay me though"

"Not me"

"No shit not you!"

He has a girlfriend

And as my ex I wouldn't do it anyway

I don't need that mess

We have a great friendship after we decided we were better off friends than a couple

His girlfriend Hyeon is nice and a good fit for him

She knows we hang out a lot

He made sure that she accepted me before they started dating her

I do the same for him

He's the closest that I have to a best friend and I'm not messing up the good thing we have going on

"So ask Seonghwa to eat you out", he shrugs

I sit up and stare at him

"Seonghwa? As in your roommate?"

He rolls his eyes, "Do you know another Seonghwa?"

I glare at him, "Shut up"

He sighs dramatically, "Yes my roommate Seonghwa"

"But he's a total dork!"

Park, Seonghwa is a lit professor at my college

Don't ask me how he got the job as a professor at 25 bevause I don't know

Joong and I are 25 too

Joong has a good gig going with his heavy metal band

They're popular and constantly have shows

Me on the other hand, I'm still in school and I still have no idea what I want to do

So Seonghwa is the only one out of us three that has his life out together

But he is so nerdy and dorky

He constantly wears button downs, slacks, fancy shoes, sometimes ties, sometimes sweater vests

His black hair always parted at the side

No variation

And he always wears glasses

Some pairs are dorky, some are nice but the whole outfit screams dork, nerd, geek... loser

He can be attractive but he's so.... boring

The complete opposite of Hongjoong who has two lip rings, an eyebrow ring and a nose ring as well as tattoos galore

How these two met and became best friends is beyond me

They can't get anymore different

Hongjoong is more my type although I don't dress like him either

I'm all about comfort

Sweatpants, leggings, t shirts, sneakers are my daily go to

I do have some tattoos but not like Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a ladies man

But Seonghwa......

There's no way he gets that many girls

"A dork who knows how to eat cunt apparently"

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"Well when every girl he brings home screams, "Seonghwa fuck you're tongue is amazing", I'm assuming he's really good at it"

There's no way

"Wait...girls?"

I just realized Hongjoong said girls, plural

Not only does Seonghwa not seem the type to get loads of girls, he also doesn't seem the type to do one night stands or fuck around

"Yes girls", Hongjoong rolls his eyes, "Contrary to what you think, lots of girls throw themselves at him. Especially his students"

My mouth drops in shock

I've known Seonghwa for years, as an acquaintance of course, but I never thought to throw myself at him

"Oh my god"

"Yeah. He gets lots of pussy. But he never stays with them. One and done, maybe twice if they're lucky. And he's very selective"

"Why?"

This is so interesting

I've never thought about Seonghwa any other way except Hongjoong's nerdy shy roommate

Hongjoong shrugs, "He just says he hasn't found the right girl yet that makes him want to commit to her"

Well seeing as he gets a lot of ass, I doubt he's inclined to look for a girlfriend when he can have girl after girl

"These girls...they don't scream about his dick?"

"Sometimes. But a lot of the time he doesn't fuck them. The girl has to be really special for him to fuck"

That is so weird

How can he eat out a girl and not get anything back?

Is it like a power trip for him?

Does he like knowing that he's the reason someone is coming?

"So should I call him here so you can ask him?", Hongjoong asks, taking me out of my thoughts

Then what he said resisters

"Are you fucking insane? I'm not asking him to do that"

"But if he offered would you?"

I bite my lip thinking

Before I'd say no but now that I know his reputation then fuck yes

"I'll take that silence as a yes"

I just glare at him while he smirks

"Seonghwa!", he yells

"Joong, you jerk!", I gape

"Hey, I'm getting you laid remember....well sort of", he says then continues to scream for Seonghwa

"He's in the shower you idiot"

He was when I got here

"No he's not. He's out. Water's not running"

"C'mon Seonghwa! Come here!"

"What?", a voice that sounds nothing like Seonghwa growls

Raising my eyes to the hallway, Seonghwa steps into the living room, glaring at Hongjoong

And holy fuck

He's smoking hot

It's just the wet hair slicked back off his forehead, the black Tshirt, the black sweatpants...these clothes I've never seen him in before...hot damn

His eyes find mine and his whole demeanor changes to the dorky shy man I know

"Oh hi Jo. I didn't know you were here"

"Uh yeah", I say, not able to tear my gaze from him

"So Jo had a problem", Hongjoong starts

That gets my attention

"Shut the fuck up Joong", I warn, lowly

"Uh ok", Seonghwa says

"That you can help"

"I will fucking murder you", I threaten

"How?", Seonghwa asks

"By eating her out"

"Hongjoong!", I shriek

"I uh don't understand", Seonghwa says, his face red

"Easy. She's horny. Hasn't been laid in like two months"

I smack his arm, ready to gauge his eyes out

He scoffs at me then returns his attention to Seonghwa

"You are good at eating cunt. She needs to cum. Therefore you eating her out will help her"

"Oh my fucking god", I moan, mortified

I swear I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole

I'd gladly jump in

"Ok", Seonghwa says, my mouth dropping to the floor

"You'll do it?", Hongjoong clarifies

"Yeah"

Hongjoong turns to me, "You're welcome"

"You are so fucking dead", I growl

"Uh huh sure. Just get up and go to his room with him"

Seonghwa stands there waiting for me

I give Hongjoong one more glare then I stand up and walk to Seonghwa

He avoids my gaze, turning around and I follow him

He opens his door and I walk in

I've never been in his room before

And it's immaculate

Shelves full of books on one of the walls, his desk and chair by the window with a laptop and notebooks probably full of his lectures

A dresser on one side, the closet next to it

One nightstand next to his big bed

The only thing a little messy is his bed

It's not made which to me isn't a big deal

I never understood the concept of making the bed when you're just gonna sleep in it again

He sits on the bed, apologizing that is not made

"Please Seonghwa, it's completely fine", I answer, sitting cautiously next to him

We don't look at each other, my eyes on the floor and awkward silence filling the room

"We don't have to if you are uncomfortable", he says

He's giving me an out and I should take it

"Do you really want to do this?", I ask instead, "Or are you just doing it because Joong asked you too?"

"I decided to say yes. I don't just do whatever Joong asks me to do. If I didn't want to I would have said no"

Ok well at least that's cleared up

"The question is do you want to? It seems like Joong decided upon himself to ask me on your behalf. And I know he asked in front of you which was a shitty move. It kinda gave you no way to back out when I said yes"

Thank god he saw the situation Hongjoong put us in

"If you don't want to it's fine. I'm not going to be mad or anything like that. It's your choice. I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to"

At least he's honest and his asking me to be honest is nice

I do have a few questions though

"Hongjoong told me about your reputation. That uh your tongue is....uh"

"Hongjoong is an idiot", he says under his breath, "But yeah, I'm good at it"

"Do you always do it to a girl you're hooking up with?"

"Most of the time", he answers

"And you have sex after?"

"Not always"

That is still so weird especially now that he confirmed it

Normally if a guy goes down on a girl, they want sex or a blowie in return

"But why not?"

He shrugs, "It's not something I do to just get sex. I like doing it. I don't care if I get anything in return"

Ok he is fucking strange

"Why do you like it so much?"

He shrugs, "I like the way it feels on my tongue. I like how messy it is. The taste, the scent, the moans. Depending on the girl of course. I also like knowing I'm the reason why someone feels good, why they get off"

Huh

I was right about the power trip thing but I didn't think that he may just like it

Lots of guys do it to get something so it never entered my mind that he has no reason other than he enjoys it

To each their own right?

"But....you're not scared to catch something?", I ask, thinking about STDs now

Shit I don't even know if he has any

I got tested after the last guy I fucked and I'm negative

But I would be worried if I blew as many guys as girls he apparently eats out

He sighs, "Did Hongjoong make me out to be a man whore or something?"

"He said you get a lot of girls"

Seonghwa snorts, "Yes I get a lot thrown at me. I don't eat or fuck them all. I'm not with girls everyday. Not every week. It's more like one every four to five months. I always get tested after. I'm clean if you want to know. I tested two months ago and haven't been with anyone since"

"I uh...I'm clean too. For months because like Hongjoong implied I can't get laid"

"Look Jo, I don't believe that. Like I said before, Hongjoong is an idiot. As I'm sure you know"

I laugh, nodding

I do know

Hongjoong's so oblivious sometimes then so observative the next

"So I guess it's up to you what you want to do", he says

I look over at him and at his pretty lips

And my mind immediately goes to those lips sucking on my clit, his tongue pleasuring me until I cum

And that seals it

"I want to"

He nods, "Ok"

I sit there frozen for a minute until he asks, "Can you lay down"

Shit, right

"Uh yeah"

As I lay down on his bed, he reaches to his face and takes off his glasses

And mother of God, is there no end to the surprises today?

First I find out Seonghwa can eat pussy like a god, then I see him in a casual outfit and now without glasses

He is fucking stunning

Those cheekbones, those deep brown eyes

Fuck

"You don't need your glasses?", I say like an idiot

He shakes his head, "I can see up close. It's seeing far that gives me a problem"

"Oh", I say

I watch him kneel down on the floor and my heart beats into overdrive

I never thought I'd ever see Seonghwa of all people in this position

He places his hands on my clothed thighs, making me jump

"Relax ok? It won't feel good if you don't relax"

I nod, "Ok"

I try to relax my body as his hands slowly move up my legs, squeezing gently

It does feel good

Almost like he's massaging me

His fingers slip into the waistband of my sweatpants, slowly pulling them down

I lift myself slightly so he can get them down

He pulls my sneakers off, getting the pants completely off

I stare at the ceiling feeling so exposed

"I didn't know you had this", he says, his fingers running along my thigh tattoo

I mean yeah there isn't a reason why he should know about it

He hasn't seen my body

"It's pretty", he says, tracing the lines, making my skin shiver

I'm shocked when his lips press kisses to my tattoo, kissing along it and further down

He opens my legs and I feel his lips press against my pussy, kissing me through the fabric of my panties

"You're so wet already", he says softly, making me close my eyes in embarrassment and arousal

Giving me another kiss, he continues, "You smell so fucking good"

"Fuck", I whimper, shivers running up and down my spine

I feel the band of my panties sliding down, the air cool on my pussy when he finally pulls them off

He widens my legs more and I can't help but look at him look at my cunt

"So pretty", he says, kissing me without a barrier now and it sends shockwaves up my body, "So small. So pink"

He gives me kiss after kiss all over, my pussy lips, between them, my clit

And it feels so good

I can't believe this is Seonghwa doing this

Suddenly I feel the flat of his tongue on me, licking up slowly, making sure I feel all of it

"Oh my god", I cry, pleasure coming so fast it's surprising

He moves his tongue at a steady pace, up and down and it feels so goddamn good

I feel his fingers spread and hold me open, his tongue licking right at my slit then dragging all the way up my pussy finishing by flicking my clit

Over and over

"Fuck!", I moan, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter with every swipe of his tongue

Goddamn Hongjoong was right

Seonghwa is amazing with his tongue

He knows how to use all of his tongue- the flat of it, the tip, all making sure I feel all of his tongue

And it's fucking amazing

And I'm so horny I'm ready to cum embarrassingly fast

"Ssss... Seonghwa....", I call, "I'm..I'm..gonna..."

"Go ahead", he tells me, his tongue going right back on me, licking and swirling

"Oh fuck!", I yell, massive pleasure taking over me, my fingers gripping his sheets so fucking hard

I can't...it's so much pleasure and so good

His tongue doesn't stop, licking me through my orgasm

My god he goes all in

No wonder all the girls scream and rave about his tongue

"You taste so fucking good, it's fucking ridiculous", he moans softly

"Fuck are you serious?", I pant

"Dead serious. Your cum is the best I ever tasted. You're pussy is the best I've ever eaten"

"Oh my fucking god", I moan, his words shocking the fuck out of me

There's no way he's serious

I can't be the best

Right?

All thoughts leave my mind when his tongue rolls over my clit

"Seonghwa, oh shit", I moan, more pleasure hitting me hard

His tongue moves over my clit so fast, my body shaking from the bliss

Without thinking, I plunge my hand in his black hair, tugging hard on it as he keeps going

His hands squeeze my thighs, keeping my legs open for him

His mouth wraps around my throbbing clit and the second he sucks, my body is thrown into pleasure I have never felt before

Seriously, never felt this before and fuck I don't want it to stop

He increases his speed with each suck until he's going hard and fast

"Seonghwa fuck", I moan, the bliss so intensely crashing over me

"Fuck you're clit is throbbing so hard", he murmurs between sucks, "Begging me to suck it"

"Oh god"

Fuck I never knew I'd like to hear a guy talk while I was being pleasured

But Seonghwa and his voice is turning me on even more

"Feels so good against my lips, so good in my mouth", he says, "Best clit I ever sucked on"

"Seonghwa", I whine

"Mmm baby, yell my name", he moans, continuing to suck hard

Jesus Christ he's so hot

How did I not know he's so hot?

My back arches off the bed as I get closer and closer, my hand pulling the strands of his hair hard

He doesn't stop and I feel myself snap

"Seonghwa! Oh my fucking god Seonghwa!", I shout, coming hard, my mind blanking

He sucks me through it until I finish then his tongue moves to my hole, licking and moaning, "So fucking good"

His amazing tongue circles my slit over and over, as I lay in his bed, my thighs shaking

Suddenly his tongue plunges inside me and I scream from the pleasure

His tongue moves fast, fucking in and out of me, my pussy throbbing and clenching his tongue hard

"Fuck baby, keep throbbing on my tongue", he urges, his tongue plunging in as far as he can get it, wiggling around

Stars burst in my vision as I continually yell his name

"Fuck you're tongue Seonghwa! You're tongue is amazing", I yell, waves of pleasure crashing into my body over and over

How is he not tired?

How is his jaw not tired?

I don't know but fuck I'm glad he can still keep going

I'm so close again, whining his name over and over

"Yes, good girl. Fuck, cum on my tongue baby", he groans and it seems like that I needed because his tongue slides in and I explode

"Seonghwa!", I shout, holding his head against my cunt as I throb and cum all over his tongue

I hear him moaning as his tongue stays buried inside me

When it's over, I let go of him, hearing him swallow over and over

He pulls his tongue out, then asks, "One more"

I lift my head, looking at him and getting so turned on to see his face so wet with juice and my cum on it

His dark brown eyes look into mine, "Please. Just one more"

I can't say no to him and the thing is I don't want to

I should be completely overstimulated but I'm not

I want more

Running my fingers in his hair, he closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip

Fuck he's stunning

Completely stunning

"Ok"

He opens his eyes, lust blazing in them as he nods

His mouth wraps around my clit again, sucking over and over and Jesus Christ he looks so pretty in between my legs

As he goes at my clit hard, I feel his fingers slide inside my cunt

"Fuck", I shiver

His fingers move around, pressing everywhere until he presses on the right spot and I scream, getting wetter

He looks at me, letting go of my clit and smirks, "Got it"

I'm still getting over how completely sexy he looks when he smirks when his mouth goes back around my clit, sucking hard

And at the same time his fingers massage my spot, every so often pressing into it

"Oh god oh god", I repeat, my back arching, my hand pulling his hair, the other hand clenching his sheets so hard it's hurting my hand

The pleasure is taking over completely

I can't think, I can't feel anything but his mouth and fingers

His fingers press on my spot just as he sucks and I'm blinded by sheer ecstasy

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa!", I cry, tears falling down my face as unbelievable bliss hits me hard

"Fuck so pretty baby", he moans, pulling his fingers out, putting them on my clit and rubbing, "Keep squirting baby"

I feel his tongue against me again, by my hole and I'm barely registering that I'm squirting and if his mouth is by my pussy that means he's swallowing my squirt too

And that makes my brain implode

As the intense pleasure ebbs away, he slowly stops rubbing my clit, slowly pulling his mouth away

My body feels heavy and I feel like I can't breath but my head is blissfully empty

I feel fingers running through my hair, a voice softly calling my name

I open my eyes, Seonghwa's face in my vision

"Are you ok Jo?", he asks

I'm so much more than ok

But I don't think I can talk right now

I nod

"Was it too much?", he asks worriedly

I shake my head, "No. It was amazing. Perfect"

He smiles shyly and god it's stunning

"Do you need anything? Water? Food?"

I shake my head

"Ok. You can lay down as long as you want ok? There's no rush"

I nod, grateful that he's letting the feeling in my body come back before I have to leave

"I'm gonna go to the living room ok?"

"Wait", I ask

"Yeah?"

"Don't you want-"

He shakes his head, "No Jo. I didn't do it to get anything back. I did it because I wanted to, ok?"

I nod, still finding that completely strange

"You can take a nap if you want to", he says, "Just don't rush ok? If you need something, let me or Hongjoong know, ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks"

He moves to the foot of the bed, putting his blanket on me

He smiles softly again, then he leaves

And I'm amazed that he's letting me stay in his bed, instead of kicking me out like most guys

As I lay there, I hear footsteps pass by

I look to the door, seeing Hongjoong pass by

He doubles back, sticking his head in the room, smirking, "I told you"

"Oh fuck off", I say tiredly

He laughs and continues to wherever he's going

I close my eyes, planning on resting for a few minutes then I'm gonna get up and go

Hongjoong is going to see his girlfriend and I was going to go home and chill out

Just a few more minutes in this comfortable bed and I'm leaving

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Combat I’m ready for combat I say I don’t want that, but what if I do? ‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Easy they come Easy they go I jump from the train I ride off alone I never grow up It’s getting so old Help me hold onto you

I’ve been the archer I’ve been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

Dark side I search for your dark side But what if I’m alright, right, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face Then I hate my reflection for years and years

I wake in the night I pace like a ghost The room is on fire Invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold onto you

I’ve been the archer I’ve been the prey Screaming, “who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

‘Cause they see right through me They see right through me They see right through me They see right through Can you see right through me? They see right through They see right through me I see right through me I see right through me

All the king’s horses All the king’s men Couldn’t put me together again ‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you

I’ve been the archer I’ve been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay? Who could stay? You could stay

Combat I’m ready for combat

***

It's not like Yasmine wanted the drama on the beach.

She doesn't do drama. She's above that juvenile bullshit. And in truth, no one would dare to start anything with her, anyways.

All it ends up being is a pain in her ass, leaving her scoffing and rolling her eyes as she patiently waits out a battle her opponent will lose. The status quo will right itself, the kids on the bottom of the social ladder will learn their fucking place. Again.

But she doesn't get joy from butting heads with so many people. Honest. Even if she does always come out victorious. Even if her power is reaffirmed after she kicks down some idiot who thought they could challenge a queen. It's not like she goes looking for fights.

Okay, so maybe she does. A little bit, if it's the kind she can win.

It isn't as though the world has taught her a better way to approach things. She's seen the mean girls on TV, ruling their high schools with untouchable grace and unraveling the lives of any contenders vying for their throne. Their ammo was rumors and cruel words and systematic ways of tearing people down enough that they didn't have any fight left to challenge you.

This is the San Fernando Valley, after all. They're not some barbarians, and you can't just stab anyone who pisses you off. In a world where assault can get you expelled, the next best thing is mental and emotional warfare. A skill that Yasmine isn't afraid to admit she excels at.

The problem is that the verbal brutality that always sends TV nerds crying is not enough to take down Aisha Robinson.

And then the bitch's hand is down her shorts and the space in between her legs is burning and everything ends in a heartbeat.

*

It's amazing, really, how many times she's rewritten that phone call.

The real thing was over in a few minutes. A quick, succinct attack, ripping Moon to pieces in just a few sentences.

There were better ways to say it, of course. There were also worse ways.

Sometimes when she types the replacements up, they're angry. Pages long, every barb and insult and exploited insecurity that she'd forgotten to say. Everything wrong with Moon and everything Yasmine hated about her, laid bare and unabridged.

Other times, the replacements are sad. Apologies, pleas for forgiveness. A voice so plaintive it's almost pathetic, trying to find some way to help Moon understand everything she can't say. Some way to help Moon undo the tangled knot of Yasmine's feelings, as stubborn and unyielding as a bad hair snag.

Because she wants someone to try and understand. She wants someone to bridge the gap between who she is and who everyone wants her to be.

And Moon is the only one who gets how different those two people are. Moon is the only one who's okay with that.

Perhaps if Moon came back, Yasmine wouldn't always feel like she was stumbling along the edge of some yawning abyss, hurricane-level winds challenging her every effort to stay upright. Or perhaps if Moon came back, Yasmine would become an afterthought to Moon's starry-eyed stares at people leagues below the both of them.

Both versions end up typed out in their texting history, and then deleted. The thread hasn't been active since Yasmine's birthday.

***

It's amazing, really, how effortlessly people leave her.

Gaining those followers was almost as easy. All she had to do was walk with poise and keep her lips twisted in a condescending sneer, making any passerby frantic not to get on her bad side. Now, her followers wash away like a bargain perfume in the shower--temporary, skin-deep, fake. The scent of chemicals and plastic and artificial additives masking anything genuine.

Yasmine just never thought Moon would be one of those people.

She looks so happy in her Instagram stories, laughing with her new friends and making kissy faces at her stupid boyfriend. He got his hair redone and now he somehow looks even worse.

It's beyond embarrassing Yasmine got passed over for this creep.

Yasmine's family don't speak to her as they board the train for Villefranche-sur-mer. She's a surly presence, glued to her phone screen and face pinched into a scowl.

But all Yasmine can think about is how alone she feels, even among her own flesh and blood.

Because at the end of the day, that's where she always ends up, isn't it? That's always what happens when people see her for who she truly is.

Because maybe Moon was onto something.

She has plenty she should feel sorry for. She's catty and callous and downright childish when things don't go her way, but she's not sure how to be anything else.

And there's only one person in this whole wretched world who's given her even an inkling of a desire to try.

***

For a long time, Yasmine tried desperately to convince herself that Moon was just as bad as her.

She had to be. That's why she laughed along whenever Yasmine stuck in her sharp comments like splinters under skin. That's why she never protested when Yasmine made the difficult calls, throwing out friends who tried to undermine the clique and teaching them what happened to backstabbers. That's why she stood back when Yasmine joined Kyler in bullying the losers, pouring more and more salt into already infected wounds.

And sure, Moon seemed guilty sometimes. Sure, she liked to act like she had a conscience about all the fucked-up shit they did.

But she was only saying that to make herself feel better. Yasmine knew, deep down, she agreed with it all.

She had to. Why else would she be drawn to someone who was her polar opposite? Cruel in all the ways she was kind? Loud in all the ways she was quiet? Strong-willed in all the ways she was easygoing?

No, anyone who stuck with Yasmine as long as Moon did had to have a truly vile side. Otherwise, Moon would have left long ago.

Because a truly good person couldn't love someone like Yasmine. Something like Yasmine.

At least that's how Yasmine tries to make sense of it.

"No, I'm staying. I apologized to Aisha for what we did, and you should, too."

No, actually, Yasmine wanted to snarl. I'm fine where I am. I like who I am. I don't need to change. Yasmine the Mean Girl made it this far, so I must be doing something right.

And she would've stayed in that Yasmine forever--Yasmine the mean girl, Yasmine the bitch, Yasmine the queen bee. Stubbornly clinging to an image and an ideal always doomed to collapse in on itself. Tucked away safely behind the straightened hair and perpetual sneers that had always given her strength.

Because who was she, if not power incarnate? Who was she, if not a hurricane of a force to be feared and respected by all her peers.

She guesses she'll have to find out.

***

Yasmine hears her sister puff into the darkness. She imagines the smoke faintly glowing in reds, oranges, blues, and greens, just catching the flashing club lights streaming in under the closed door.

Cool glass beneath her fingers, and she realizes it's her turn with the bong.

It's nice to have something to cover up the room's musty smell. Tucked away in the back of the Nuits Blanches, it reeks of sweat, alcohol, and god-knows-what-else.

Most people use it for fucking. Yasmine and Rosalie have better plans: weed and incessant bitching.

Whatever Ros got from Thibault (or whatever his name was) must have some other shit in it, because it sure as hell is not relaxing Yasmine like it's supposed to. In minutes, she's walking aimlessly around the room, mumbling to herself about losers and freaks.

"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. They stole my life from me, Ros! Like, what did I ever do to deserve this?"

Rosalie exhales more unseen smoke.

"Don't'cha know, Yas? Pretty girls only get a day in the limelight. Some'n always takes our place."

"It's bullshit."

"'t's how shit works." Rosalie chuckles, and it turns to coughs halfway through. "You know, like. Paris, right? How no one's heard anything 'bout her for years?"

Yasmine frowns. "Didn't she get Botox?"

"'zactly. She's like...50 now or something. But no one remembers jack 'bout her except that she's hot and blonde and rich. And after she overdoses on heroin or drinks herself to death or whatever, that'll be all people ever remember. "

"I thought she was doing fine. Had like...kids and shit."

"Oh, sure, but who cares? Point is that no one's talking 'bout her anymore. Now it's all Karlie or Cara or whoever. Pretty girls get their 15 minutes of fame and then the world moves on. Can't get people to bend to your will anymore when they've already gone off to the next girl."

"It can't be that cut-and-dry."

"You think I wouldn't know?" Rosalie scoffs. "I'm telling you, that's how this life works. 'T's not like I'll be set for life if my Insta posts go viral like I want. I'll be trending for a few months or a few weeks, and then everyone'll move on to the next thirst trap or whatever. Then I gotta find some other way to get back on the radar if I want people to notice me again. And high school's basically a smaller scale version of that, right?"

"I don't know." Yasmine scowls. "I always figured if you managed to claw your way all the way up top, you earned the right to keep your place."

"Oh, you wish." Rosalie sounds almost pitying. "Or like...Kim Kardashian, right? You think anyone's gonna remember anything about her 'cept her big ass and her stupid show?"

"She and Paris are married, though, right? So lotta people would say they 'succeeded' at their shit. Or whatever that looks like."

For some reason, the idea of using a husband as an accomplishment metric makes Yasmine feel nauseous. But she won't deny the truth of it.

It's not as bad as it was, like, 200 years ago or whatever. No one's going to cart her off to jail if she doesn't tie the know with some asshole. But the pressure to find her "male half" is always hovering just out of sight, following her like a bad omen.

"Yeah, for now." Rosalie blows into the air again, and Yasmine imagines her puffing out a long trail of smoke. "Until Kanye and Carter cheat on them with someone half their age. Girls like us always die alone, Yasmine. We shrivel up and become unmarketable and no one loves us anymore."

Yasmine hopes her sister's wrong.

***

It's a strange thing. The very girls who once sat around her table and answered to her without question are now snickering at her in the hallways, whispering among themselves as she passes.

She's never been on the other side of this. She's always been the scoffer, and never the one getting scoffed at. She guesses she knows how it feels now, being a victim of...whatever this is. The kind of viciousness she used to perpetuate.

And every time someone shouts a taunt at her, it's yet another reminder that when something's been so thoroughly destroyed, it can't ever come back the same. There's no way to tape all the pieces into anything resembling the original.

Yasmine wonders if the crowds she used to run with and the people she used to command could always see her for who she really was. She wonders if they were merely gathering up the courage to leave her. Waiting for her to weaken enough that it was possible, perhaps. It certainly seems likely, what with all her old clique turned to hostile, jeering adversaries.

Well. All except one.

There's one person who glares at every passing student who makes a dig at Yasmine. There's one person who squeezes her hand a little tighter when the other kids call her names. There's one person who Yasmine would brave every insult for, endure every possible humiliation if it meant holding onto her.

Yasmine doesn't want drama, honest. She doesn't want a fight. But if it comes to one, she has the only ally she could ever need. The only person she wants to charge into battle with.

And as she strolls around the mall, listening to stories of Saturday morning yoga and turquoise jewelry scams, she doesn't need to wonder who could stay.

She smiles at Moon.

You could stay.

***

EYYYY BARELY IN TIME FOR THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY (leap day, no less!!!) BUT HERE WE ARE!!! HAVE A BONUS LAST-MINUTE FEMSLASH FEBRUARY POST WITH OUR EXTRA DAY!!!

Bro I have soooooo many emotions about these two and this song, like??? The fact that Moon stayed is part of what made me so Down Bad for this ship. Like she very much did not have to. She coulda bailed on Yasmine's ass forever after the beach party drama, and I would not have blamed her one bit. But her gay ass took Yasmine right tf back, even after Yasmine shows 0 guilt or intention to change whatsoever XD

AND Yasmine's gay ass forgave Moon, too??? Like I'm sure Yasmine didn't decimate her social circle SO bad that she couldn't make other friends if she wanted. One time in S3 we even see her sitting at a lunch table with a random extra girl (the scene where Kyler draws a dick on Demetri's cast, if you're curious), so we know she didn't lose ALL her friends after the Wedgie Incident. But nah, she wants to hang out 24/7 with the girl who ditched her for a mohawk weirdo on her birthday XD IF THAT AIN'T LESBIAN LOVE, I DAMN WELL DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

And I've said it before, but it could well be SOLELY Moon's influence that convinces Yasmine to improve herself at all??? Like Moon is all "hmmmm, you could be nicer, you know >:(" and then Yasmine reconciles with Sam AND takes pity on Demetri when he gets bullied??? And in later seasons she's even befriending Eli, who her S1 self would not have touched with a 30-foot pole!!! And it all seems to stem back to Moon, does it not??? And I think that's pretty neat. Also pretty gay.

Yasmine Nolastname 🫱🏼‍🫲🏼Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz I cry about them when listening to Taylor Swift's "The Archer" because they're both ex-bullies who decided to better themselves because they were gay for their best friend. So true of them tbh!!

I went with dusky lavender-ish themes for this moodboard because idk, it just felt right. Something something the sun setting on Mean Yasmine and rising on New and Improved Yasmine, etc etc. It's also such a soft, contemplative, and kind of bittersweet color to me. Like it has a certain sadness to it, but an understated hopefulness, too??? Idk, I'm just going off Vibes here. But anyways, mix that with kind of a sunset/spring flower soft pink, and I think you get a pretty good picture of Yasmine's general S3 energy. Like she was trying!!! She was struggling, but damn, if she wasn't trying!!! Just wish they hadn't rushed the poor thing's redemption arc so much that the drastic change in her in S4 is legitimately kind of unsettling.

Yes, I DO fully believe Moon would make cherry-blossom-and-lilac (at least I think that's what those flowers are???) milk tea for her girlfriend, thank you for asking 💗💜💗💜 You can pry my headcanon that Moon makes fancy, soothing herbal teas for her loved ones out of my cold, dead hands. I just hope she doesn't use them as a substitute for modern medicine. Also, these two would be THE most obnoxious Boba Bitches™️, I just know it.

Tbh I've been looking for an excuse to use the top right corner pic because I am enamored with it ;_____; Like that's literally just Yasmine??? And the thought of her having moon-themed jewelry to always kinda keep a piece of her girlfriend with her is making me Feel Things ;_____; Also, wearing a sweater-but-slutty is painfully Yasmine XD Like how else will you brave those brutal SoCal winters??? To be fair, it DOES tend to get Just Cold Enough that a crop-top sweater might actually keep you at the right temperature ajasdhkuyg. Slutty yet practical fashion choice???

ALSO the bottom left pic is yet another outfit I NEED to see Moon in, like!!! It's so cute and EXACTLY her style. Right down to the tree of life and crystal-looking necklaces!!! Please, Cobra Kai showrunners, I just want Moon to take her girlfriend on tranquil nature walks in long, flowy, comfortable skirts and feel at peace with herself and with the world ;______; It's what she deserves!!! It's what both these home of sexuals deserve!!!

YasMoon tag list 🩷💛🩷💛 @multifandom-lesbian09 @karatecaulfield @themasterusersblog @ficusin @gemini-sensei @elisiassideb1tch

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request :3