#probs won’t do this challenge every day

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needy jealousy

yeonjun x fem!reader x kai

synopsis: your boyfriends decide to join nonutnovember.

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, established realtionship, no mxm, no protection, mentions of cum eating, creampie(s),she/her used prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.4k

an: not proofread pls have mercy im so sleepy, I told myself I would keep these under 2k and im a liar bc as soon as this came in I knew I wouldn't be able to make it short ;-; hopefully it’s good lol thank you so much for the request @apeachty ily and you know exactly what I want to write next without even trying lol our minds are linked. also peep the reference to busy signal! anyways I have a whole bunch of other yeonkai x reader fics so check them out if you want!

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“no,”

“what do you mean by no?” yeonjun asks, “You can’t or won’t?” He's leaning back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone when he gets the message in his group chat. 

“I won’t,” you shrug, snuggling closer to Kai. He's half asleep, nose pressed to the back of your neck, arms loosely wrapped around you. 

“It's only one month, you’re saying you can’t go one month without sex?” 

“Not that I can’t, just that I won’t. It’s so stupid if I want to cum I will, with or without you,” you pat the back of huenings hand resting against your stomach. “I do have two boys to take care of me,” 

kai chuckles, sleep ridden in the rumble on your back, “I’m going to try it,” 

“I cannot believe both of you are falling into peer pressure, just cause the other boys are doing it doesn’t mean you have to,” 

“I was told if I hold out longer than beomgyu I get a free coffee for every day I last,” yeonjun flips his phone for you to see his chat, and sure enough everyone is bragging about how they could make it till the end of November without getting off. 

“Fine, do what you want. I’m not going to sit and beg you,” holding up two fingers you wave them in his face, “I can do it myself,” 

“You don't even know how to use these,” he grabs at your wrist, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. 

“I'll spend the month learning, or I'll just use the vibrator and the two of you will just have to sit and watch,” 

It seemed like such a light threat at the time. Not one that you would hold to but it wasn't as if you needed to hold it in the first place. Only two days in and it felt like both of them would fail. Neither of them brought this up to you, but it wasn't like they needed to, the signs were everywhere. 

Yeonjun had taken to spending time in the office when studying, all of his school work done with no time left for cuddling on the couch with you. More time spent working out with taehyun and less flirty texts in between sessions like he usually sent. Huening on the other hand was slowly closing off. His tight responses ended in silence, hardly answering in your group chat. Even in bed at night both of their backs turned to you as you lay there looking up at the ceiling. 

It wasn't as if you all were sex addicts, what the challenge really was, was knowing that you couldn't do something vs. just not being in the mood. It was the forbidden fruit effect spread out before them. Everything you did now was hot even if it was the most mundane thing imaginable. The season was changing and now even just watching you take off your coat after coming in from outside was enough to get them hard. Just the idea of taking your clothes off, even just one layer, was enough to send them on their way to their respective avoidance programs. 

You could be laying on the couch, half asleep, and answering a question with a hum and they were done for. Even worse at night when you would change, or come fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, leaving your shirt spotted with wet dots, the fabric getting cold enough to make your nipples hard. It was a curse to witness you walk out into the living room with your shorts showing so much skin. 

And you could see it on their faces, the way their jaws tightened, throats bobbing as they swallowed. You had never seen Kai look so expressionless. Every little thing is pent up inside him, the negative aura radiating off of him as you sit down between them. Even just seeing your bare thigh sent them into the other room. 

A week in is around the time you think they are going to break. Yeonjun coming home from his workout, hair still sweaty and sticking to his forehead as he wraps his arms around you from behind. His soft kisses on your neck as you prepare a cup of tea. “Want one?” 

“No, I'm good,” his hands traveling under and up your shirt. It was the first time since that conversation in the bed that he's put his hands on you in any way besides helping to guide you by the small of your lower back. You melted into his hold, head rolling back, letting him feel over your skin. 

Neither of you hear Kai's feet padding across the apartment's floor. Don't notice him standing right in the doorway until he clears his throat, “so you've given up already?” The accusation sounds more like a warning. It's like he's thrown a bucket of ice water over yeonjun, the realization crushing his forgetfulness. He tugs his hands away from you like you're a hot stove he's gotten too close to. “Jjunie-” 

He doesn't even look up, hand over his eyes as he turns away, “No, I'm going to take a very cold shower,” 

“I'll join!” it's mostly a joke, your giggle making them both scowl. 

“No, stop talking about being naked around me right now,” 

“Why?” you ask, leaning against the counter, tilting your head as he tries to wave away the word. Your smile stuck as he walked away. 

“You're evil,” he tosses over his shoulder leaving you alone with huening. You can feel him standing there watching you. His hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie while he leaned against the door frame. 

“Do you want some?” you ask, pouring a spoonful of honey into your mug. He watches the way it dribbles and sees a dot drop to the counter, your fingers scooping it up and taking it to your mouth. 

He watches you suck the honey off, not even caring that he's right there watching, hands tightening into fists as he thinks about the way your tongue would feel. He thinks he's hiding it well, that you can’t tell he's struggling so much. But he's so obvious, shaking his head and muttering that he's going to bed early. He swears he is never this horny, the two of you have gone well past a few weeks without having sex before and not even thinking much about it. Only now it’s all he can think about and it's making him feel sick, his stomach tightening every time he sees you in a room, like at any moment it won't be him you go to first to ask to get off. 

Never has he been so jealous in his life, not even about yeonjun for kissing you but over your own fingers. Even if you caved and asked yeonjun to be the one to take care of you he wouldn't mind, he'd give up without question, but the idea that you can just walk around and sit with your own hand down your pants was what was killing him. 

He could see it in his head, could picture that time you were struggling to get off with tears in your eyes, how he helped you just like you needed, yeonjun over the phone telling him to take care of you. He wanted that, he needed that. He wanted to help you again, he wanted you to help him, and yet he also wanted to last longer than yeonjun. 

But you had had enough of watching the two of them being so avoidant. Feeling plagued by kai’s mood and yeonjun absence over something so stupid was annoying. Not caring about your tea you followed after Kai. He was already climbing onto the bed, curling up away from your side, arms crossed and eyes closed as you hopped in after him. 

He doesn't acknowledge you are there even when you sneak your arms under him, wrapping him up and being the big spoon behind him. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his comforting smell, humming right against his ear. 

“Hyuka?” it's rare you use the nickname, only when you really want something, kai associating it the most with your desperate calls for him to touch you. You can feel his body tightening, your leg raising to lay on top of his, tugging him even closer to you. “You're so tense,” Your hand on his stomach rubs in soft circles over the fabric of his hoodie, his breath hitching every time you pass over the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know I could help with that,” 

Kai pulls himself away from you, all the way off the bed as you roll on your back. The little smile on your lips eating him alive. He was hard, painfully so, watching you there softly roll your hips, beckoning him. He can hear the sound of the shower, the beating water, the only other noise in the room, the light under the door fanning out around the floor. He watched you sit up on your knees, right at the edge of the bed, hands reaching out to tug him closer to you. 

He let it happen, caved, and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, eyes pinched closed as he muttered, “You're Killing me,” he could feel your smile when you kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

You had him right where you wanted him, his whimpers between kisses only pushing you on, pulling him back to the bed. He didn't say anything as he laid back against the headboard, your legs straddling him, and your hands already pulling off his top. “I shouldn't-” 

“I won't tell,” you say in between kisses, his erection pressed into your thigh. “We can be quick, yeonjun won't even have to know,” 

“He’ll know,” kai’s not even trying to keep it down, his soft whimpers leaving every time he rolls his hips to try and gain friction against your leg. “And I won't stop after just once, I don't think it will be enough,” 

Both of you jump at the sound of yeonjuns voice, “What is this? My girlfriend in bed with another man?” Neither of you had even heard the water turn off, the steam still wafting out of the bathroom behind yeonjun as he rubbed a towel against his wet hair. 

“Oh no Huening, I think my boyfriend caught us,” sometimes the three of you liked to joke like this, poking fun at the idea of what others thought about your relationship. But Kai wasn't in the mood. He wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was on top pushing you into the mattress. 

“My girlfriend, my bed. I want first,” he leaves no room for argument, his mouth back on your neck, hips grinding into yours. 

“Giving up so early already Huening, I knew you couldn't last,” yeonjun tisks, he sits back in his chair in the corner of the room, his favorite view for moments like this. His towel is draped across his bare shoulders, arms crossed as he looks right at you. “And you, I'm sure you teased him into it,” 

“no, I’d never do something like that,” 

“Liar,” they both say at the same time, kai’s face pressed against your neck, hot mouth working down your throat. You wrap your legs around him pushing him closer, his breathy whimpers right in your ear. Twisting your fingers into kai's hair you pull on the strands, your smile eating yeonjun alive. He could tell himself he wouldn't cave but he knows it's a slim chance when he sees you like this with huening. 

Not when he watches the way your lips fall open when kai pushes into you, the sweet little sounds you're making leaves him hard in seconds. It's worse now too because you're looking at him like you know exactly what he's thinking. And you do know, it's not too hard to guess as he leans back with his arms crossed, knuckles turning white as he readjusts in his seat to try and find some kind of relief. 

Kai didn't even feel the need to strip you, pushing your panties to the side and not worrying about preparing you. The guttural moan he released when he was fully seated inside you reverberated against your whole body. He was a mess of whimpers, arms wrapping around you pulling you as close as he could, shallow thrusts in apology for ever denying himself from you. “Never again- I won't- I can't-”  he's trying to get the words out, broken moans filtering through each breath he takes. 

“He can't even talk, and I'm not even going to judge because if it's anything like how I remember I'd be just as bad,” yeonjun mutters, his jaw so tight he hardly opens his mouth to say it. 

“Jjunie,” you moan, tugging kais hair as his hips stutter against yours, “don't you want to cum for me?”  

Kai won't last hearing the word come from your mouth, every thrust just making you wetter, your warmth pulling him in. He's surprised he even lasted this long before he felt his first orgasm. If it wasn’t for the way he starts to tremble you wouldn't have noticed that he has cum already, not when he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even slow down. 

“Don't give me that look,” yeonjun warns, but it is not like you can help it when kai is pulling one of your legs up by the back of your knee, his hips sinking deeper, your eyes rolling back at the new depth. 

Yeonjun doesn't even notice how his own hips are moving, leaning back just enough in his chair so that each roll gives him the just right amount of friction against his oversized sweatpants. He's trying not to make it obvious just how hard he is but he's finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off himself and away from you when the headboard starts to creek against the wall. 

Huenings lets out a mix of grunts and whimpers, his cum making you so much easier to slip in and out of, the soft slapping sound of his thighs against yours drowning out any other thought in his mind. “Look at me,” he's gasping, pulling back just enough so that his hand not holding your leg can grasp the headboard, softening the sound for only a second before the bed is back to squeaking. 

You don't deny him, his hair hanging around his eyes, mouth open as he feels the first tingle of overstimulation, thin silver chain necklace dangling just above your chin. His knees are digging into the mattress, the angle pushing him so much deeper. You reach down with one hand to rub on your clit, the other scratching at the back of his neck. 

He's finding it hard to keep his eyes open as he tried not to cum again, “God you look so pretty like this,” 

“Did you miss me?” 

“Fuck yes, I missed this- I missed your pussy so- so much,” he trails off in a whimper, head tossed back exposing his throat to you. 

Your orgasm is so close, aided by all of his desperate sounds. When all of his little ‘ah-ah’s’ get close together you feel yourself tip over the edge. Kai can’t handle the way you clench around him, the both of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the way yeonjun has to close his eyes. He's begging and praying that he could be stronger than he is but this is too much for him. 

Worst still is how you look over at him at just the last second, a taunt caught right in your creased brow. He can't even take the pressure of his pants anymore, he tugs them down, cock hitting his stomach, heavy and aching. It does little to cure him of this need. 

Kai lets go of the headboard, arms pulling you closer as he peppers your face in kisses, his happy giggle pressed right to your pulse. “Do you feel better?” 

“So much,” he sighs, “I don't even care about losing anymore I just wanted- no I needed you so bad,”

“You know who else needs to forget the stupid bet?” your eyes are trained on the way yeonjun is trying and failing not to move his hips. Every micro-movement brushing his red tip against his skin gives the smallest amount of relief but not enough. 

“Don't talk like I'm not right here,” his eyes are closed, fingers leaving imprints on his biceps. 

“You should help him,” Kai continues, nose sliding down your cheek before he gives a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. He pulls away, leaning back on his heels as he pulls out of you, quick to move your panties into place to catch any of your combined release in place to not spill on the sheets. 

Standing on shaking legs you stand, stumbling until yeonjun pulls you on top of him. He's groaning as soon as you straddle him, his hands on your hips like a vise. “Why torture me?” 

“No one said you had to watch, I was content with not letting you know but you sat down and didn't look away,” your nails lightly scratch over his chest, his humming response matches the subtle way he's trying to grind up into your clothed clit, panties wet and warm against him. 

“I'll just put it in, I won't even move, I just- I need something,” it's like he's asking permission, wondering if this will mean he's failed, if you'll tell on him. Huening chuckles from the bed, knowing the truth because the second yeonjun slips in he won't be able to help himself. 

“Okay, I won't move either,” you slip your hand down to pull your underwear to the side, the dribbles of your slick and kais cum leak all over. Dripping onto yeonjuns veiny cock and stomach. You try to wipe it away, your fingers on him making his ads flex, cock jumping when you put your fingers to your mouth, sucking away the saltiness. You barely get your fingers away from your mouth before yeonjuns kiss you. His favorite taste is you mixed with cum. 

When you sink down on him both of you moan, the sound caught right in the back of your throat, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to thrust up into you. He's devastated to find that you feel even better than he remembered, his hold on your hips almost bruising as you clench around him.  

“This was a horrible idea,” he’s gasping, “oh shit- i-,” he's cut off by your first attempt at moving up and down. “No, don’t, I won't be able to last-” 

“But jjunie-” you whine, hand pushing into your lower stomach, right over where you can feel him pressing so deep into you. “I wanna cum again,” 

“She's so greedy,” Kai adds, your hips rocking back and forth enough to leave yeonjun speechless. 

Clit grinding onto his pelvis, you don't even care about bouncing anymore, the perfect friction to get you off, the tip of his cock pressed right against your g-spot bumping over and over with each movement of your hips. “You're going to have to get off, I can't lose- I won't-” 

But it's not like he's letting you get off of him, he's actively helping you grind down on him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, “faster-” he's moaning, your hands on his shoulders for leverage before you're falling apart, your toes curling, every noise pressed right to his ear. The way your walls are fluttering around him makes his balls tighten, “I just won'tcum I just won't- I won't - I- fuck -oh fuuuckk,” He's not even stopping now, thrusting up into you to ride out his high, shoving all his cum as far as he can get it, not worried anymore when it feels this good. 

“You're the worst,” yeonjun chuckles after the two of you have caught your breath, “I love you so much, but actually you're evil and I love it,” 

“It's not my fault you couldn't help yourself, I told you it was stupid,” 

“I just won't tell anyone this happened,” he shrugs but kai laughs from the bed. 

“I already told everyone you lost,”

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dutiful evenings

Aemond Targaryen x Arryn wife!Reader

Summary: after drifting apart suddenly, you started hating your husband. now bound only by duty, he must bed you until you fall pregnant with his child. but feeling are difficult and unpredictable, and all consuming.

Warnings: arguing over nothing, PinV, unprotected sex (this is fiction, use protection), enemies to lovers (?), table sex, bathtub sex, tiddy sucking and pinching, fingering, groping, creampiessssssssss, bit of dirty talk, idk i prob missing some things

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You and Aemond’s wedding had been grand. Married to an Arryn, a great ally and an even prettier lady. He did his duty, as expected, but he supposed your loveliness did help.

But just three weeks after the wedding, Aemond started pulling back. He would claim he was too busy for you, that training and studying and matters of state were taking up all of his time. But when you saw him sometimes just walking around the Red Keep, or sitting in the library reading a book you knew he had finished before, things started going downhill.

You had commented on it, which in turn made him defensive. 

“Why can’t you just spend one night with me?” you had complained. Aemond just shook his head, sighing as if you had said one of the stupidest things he had ever heard. 

“You married a prince of the realm,” he replied coolly, “you must realise that I am a busy man.”

Argument after argument followed, completely tearing you two apart. You moved into separate bedchambers, avoiding him for an entire week when your septa calmly reminded you of your duties.

So you found yourself face to face with your husband again, making up rules so you could become with child. You would try for a babe, in the best case scenario every single evening. During the week both of you could deny the other once, some sort of veto. 

It was crude in a way, having to make these rules together just so you could become pregnant, but it was important. He needed--wanted--an heir. And it was your duty to give him one. 

At least you didn't need to be near him afterwards.

Dinner that evening was awfully quiet again. You were both seated at the grand table, almost a comical distance between you two. You ate silently, gritting your teeth when you heard his knife scrape obnoxiously loud against his plate. You looked up to stare at him, his lone gaze focused on cutting the meat on his plate. 

“Well? You won’t even talk to me this eve?” you said annoyed, finally breaking the heavy silence between you both.

Aemond sighed deeply, glancing up at you from his meal. “What is there to discuss?” he asked drily, setting his cutlery back down. “The weather? The state of the realm? We have already exhausted all of these… pleasant topics already.” 

His words were sarcastic, more barbed than he probably intended. He was growing tired of the bickering, of having the same argument every single night. Yet he never backed down. 

You scoff, looking into your husband’s eye. “Have we already?” you replied, “Funny, I do not recall you even speaking to me today.”

There was a challenge in your eyes, a clear invitation for him to dare rebuke you. Aemond was quiet for a moment, taking a sip of his wine. He clearly needed it to steady himself.

He finally looked back at you, regarding you with his one eye. “You know my duties keep me busy during the day,” he replied, his finger tracing the rim of his cup. 

“What would you have me do? Hover over your shoulder from dawn to dusk? I think you have made your desire for space abundantly clear.”

His voice was steady, confident. Though inwards, he sometimes wondered if distance was truly what you desired. He remembered the honeymoon as if it was yesterday, remembered the way you had smiled at him.

One look at you made reality crash down on him. His marriage was proving more difficult than tactics of war, but his pride would never allow him to show any weakness in front of you. Especially now, when you were acting up again.

Your eyes had narrowed at his words, anger bubbling hot and ugly inside of you.

“Have I really?” you replied to him, your chair scraping loudly when you stood up. You walked over to where he was sitting, his eye following your every move with caution. “Because I remember it very differently,” you spoke as you walked. 

“I believe it was you who shrugged me off a mere three weeks after our wedding, avoiding me as if I were a disease.” 

You stood in front of him, glaring daggers. “Don't you dare blame me.”

Aemond met your glare boldly, even though he felt a bit of unease at the truth of your words. He had started avoiding you, your touch stirring up things in him he had never felt before, and it had shaken him to the core. He took a deep breath.

“I did what I thought best at the time,” he replied calmly, “married you out of duty instead of desire, as is the lot of our kind-”

“So you do not desire me?” you said, cutting his words off. “Is that what you are saying?”

He stared at you, his frustration mounting. “You know that is not what I meant,” he almost hissed,” I am saying that desire and duty are two different things, as you surely must know.”

His anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, his fiery gaze meeting yours.

“All I wanted to do was fulfill my duties to my house,” he started, working hard to keep his voice measured. “Yet every single word coming from you is picking me apart-- criticising my every move, acting as if everything I do is to wrong you personally.”

He stood up himself, towering over you. “Do you despise me so? Or only wish to?”

You stared up at him, seeing the fire in his one eye. “I have tried my best to be a good husband to you,” he murmured, “to understand you, to listen to you-”

You just laughed drily, shaking your head. “Understand me? You have never tried to understand me.”

You didn’t back away, jotting a finger into the leather of his tunic. “You,” you hissed, “are what ruined this union.”

Aemond’s eye narrowed, grabbing your wrist tightly in his hand. His patience was coming to an end. 

“Don’t you dare…” he warned you. “From the moment we wed, you have done nothing but scorn me. Nothing is ever good for you, is it? Not even the title of princess.”

“It was never about the title for me-!” you tried to retaliate, but his voice was already raising.

“I should have known a lady like you would never be pleased. I am still your prince, and you will show me respect.”

He tightened his hold on your wrist, his face hovering inches from yours. A heavy silence fell between the both of you, only the crackling of the fire being heard. 

You swallowed heavily as you stared up at him. You wanted to stay angry, to shout more at him, but you didn’t. 

“So you wish to veto this night?” you said simply, your gaze meeting his. You saw his one eye widen almost imperceptibly, the reminder of your duties almost making the rage draining away, making space for something else. 

Beneath the anger and frustration, he still felt a spark of… attraction for his wife in name alone. He stared at you for a moment, noticing your pulse fluttering rapidly at the base of your throat.

He let go of your wrist, instead tilting your face up towards his. 

“No,” he said, “I do not. Do you, however, wish to deny me again?”

Your eyes narrow at his fighting words, him clearly trying to get a rise out of you. You almost bite, wanting to say you haven’t denied him in a week’s time. But actions speak louder than words. 

You tug him closer by his tunic, smashing your lips against his. Aemond recovered quickly, kissing you back just as fiercely. His hands grab at your waist, pressing you back against the dining table and sending dishes clattering everywhere. 

His lips move down to your throat, kissing and licking and biting. He savors your taste, your moans, his hands eagerly tugging up the seemingly hundred layers of your skirts. 

His hands found your soft thighs, grazing and squeezing the skin. He paused for a moment, taking in your dilated pupils, the way your lips were parted. 

“What?” you hissed out when he stopped for a split second, making him growl in annoyance at your bratty tone. 

He moved quicker now, lifting your skirts fully up and pressing you further down onto the table. The moment he started spreading your thighs wide for him and fumbling with his belt, the servants started scattering out of the dining hall. Both of your knights closed the heavy doors of the dining hall to give you both some privacy, looking awkwardly away as they kept hearing moans and more plates falling down. 

Aemond kissed you again, silencing any further snide comments you may wished to say. He had no more patience for arguments tonight, not when your thighs were spread for him and he could see how the fabric of your smallclothes were soaked. 

Both you and Aemond hadn’t noticed the servants fleeing the scene, both of you too focused on Aemond slipping his fingers down and pushing your underwear to the side. 

“You’re awfully wet for an angry woman, princess..” he purred, making you glare at him.

“You talk too much for a man in front of a soaked cunt, my prince-” you retaliated, making him angrily shove his breeches down. He stroked himself twice, then slid inside of your heat.

Your head fell back, the stretch making you moan and gasp. Aemond hissed when he finally bottomed out in your slick heat, his lips and teeth finding the tops of your breasts peeking out from your gown. 

He moved slowly at first, pulling out until just his tip was left inside of you, before slamming back in. Every single moan that left your lips inflated his ego, made him feel like the most powerful man in the realm. 

He grabbed tighter onto your hips, his pace speeding up until he was hammering into you. The wooden table creaked under you, the spilled wine staining the expensive fabric of your dress, but all you could focus on was him.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for another deep, sloppy kiss. “More,” you managed to pant out, Aemond’s lone eye boring into yours. 

He leaned in for another deep kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and sliding it against yours. He didn't say anything, just starting to fuck harder into you. He made you suck on two of his fingers, his eye watching eagerly as your cheeks hollowed wantonly around them. 

He removed them with a pop, then slid the wet digits between your legs, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You whined, your thighs started to shake and your hold on him tightening. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the dining room, his wet fingers against your cunt making obscene wet noises. Aemond groaned against your throat, his cock slamming into you. 

Your moans grew higher in pitch, until finally, you came with a cry of his name. Aemond groaned deeply, his hips stilling deep inside you as he came. 

You pant heavily, your eyes opening after a moment to see him already looking at you. He leaned down for a soft kiss, and you answered it slowly. It was soft, gentle, almost a glimpse into what could be, when you suddenly pulled your head back. 

“Get off,” you said, eyes no longer meeting his. Aemond rolled his eyes, pulling his member out of you and straightening out his clothing. He watched you get off the table, a slight limp in your step which filled him with pride. He watched you straighten your dress out, not bothering to help.

“I will see you tomorrow eve,” you said dismissively, “maybe.” 

And then you left the dining hall.

Aemond stared at your retreating figure, his earlier irritation flaring up again. Gods, you were insufferable. What man could endure such a wife without seeking pleasures elsewhere? Easy ones, silent ones.

He let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he poured himself a cup of wine. Annoying as you were, you were still his wife. And he was not his brother.

He was loyal. A dragon. And he would keep his vows, difficult as you may be.

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More days passed like this between you. Never talking during the day, and when you did, it was the usual bickering and complaining. In the evenings you would have each other, preferably anywhere but in bed. You couldn't even remember the last time you two had slept together in bed--probably before you started drifting apart. 

It was already late, and your husband had missed dinner. You had been irritated, to say the least, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. You had a nice dinner alone, now actually having the time to enjoy the food.

Afterwards, you went to your bedchamber, undressing for the day.

“Where is he?” you asked your maid, the woman looking up. 

“In his chambers, I believe, princess,” she replied, helping you undo the tight dress.

You just hummed, undressing completely before covering your now exposed skin with a cloak.

You just nodded once to your maid, before exiting the chamber and walking towards his.

You entered without knocking, walking through his larger chamber to where he was bathing. His eye was closed, his eyepatch removed. 

“It is evening,” you said simply, the servant that had been readying his soaps nearly tripping over himself as he ran out. 

Aemond’s one eye opened as you dropped your cloak to the floor, his gaze taking in your nudity. 

“So it is,” he just murmured, watching as you stepped into the warm water, joining him. Silently he made more room for you, his hands finding your waist when you settled on top of him. 

His eye was lidded as he watched you, your skin soft underneath his fingertips. You looked at him, too, noticing the tired look in his eyes. 

You wanted to ask him about his day, about the hardships and the struggles that had seemingly made him so tired, but your voice caught in your throat.

So you just leaned in, kissing him deeply. 

He met the kiss eagerly, his arms moving to encircle your waist. He pulled you closer, feeling the greediness in your kisses, your touches. The way your hands moved over his chest made him groan, water spilling out of the bathtub with your eager movements.

He easily lifted you up, positioning you above his heavy cock before thrusting up. You moaned at the stretch, both of you sitting still in the warm water. 

He looked up at your face, a proud grin spreading on his lips when he saw the sheer bliss on your face. And then he started moving.

He slowly thrust up, reaching all sorts of spots inside of you. You mewled softly, grinding down on his cock with eager movements. 

You looked perfect like this. 

He leaned his head down, eagerly taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth grazed over one, and he swore he could feel you clench around his cock. 

You rested your forehead against his, an electric feeling passing between you. 

“Aemond,” you whispered, him just responding with a deep kiss. He held you close, thrusting harder into you, his bath nearly half empty now. He lifted a hand to squeeze your breast, pinching a nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“You get tighter when I do this,” he purred against your lips, and for once, you didn't have a sharp reply. You just moaned eagerly, starting to bounce harder on him.

“Wanna come,” you managed to pant out, and he immediately listened, moving his other hand between your legs.  

He looked right into your eyes, not wanting to miss the bliss that would soon contort your face. He loved seeing you come, the sight of your pleasure making you look even more beautiful to him. 

“Come,” he commanded against your lips, and his tone made you topple right over the edge. 

He groaned deeply when he felt your wet, velvet walls clench around his cock, his own release hitting him like a brick. He thrust a final time into you, before his thick cum coated your insides. 

“Fuck-” he gasped, your name leaving his lips like a prayer. He held you close as both of you came down from your high, the sloshing water slowly calming down around you.

And then there was a pleasant silence.

His arms wrapped back around your waist, keeping you close to him. And you rested against him, head buried in the crook of his neck. 

His fingers traced random figures on your back, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to be with you like this all the time. You fitted so perfectly in his arms, your body molding against his.

There were no cutting words, no barbed insults, just… tranquility. 

You lifted your head up, your tired eyes meeting his. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a second too long. 

Your eyes closed for a moment, before you gathered yourself. You moved off of him, feeling his soft cock slip out of you. You stood up in the bathtub, wobbling a bit before finding your footing and stepping out of the now cooled down water. You grabbed your cloak, not bothering to dry off. 

“I…” you start, trying to read his expression, but unable to. “I must go. Perhaps I will… perhaps I'll see you soon.”

And then you left quickly, a knot in your stomach. 

Aemond watched you leave, in no rush himself to exit the bath just yet. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew something in your heart had changed. The slightest crack in your tough exterior, the walls you had put up after his misdoings. 

And he smiled.

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The next two days between you had been… odd, to say the least. You didn't argue as often, but that was mostly because you had started avoiding him all together. That last night between you, the soft kiss he had placed on your forehead afterwards, the way he had held you close…

It was confusing. It made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t want it to. So the next two days had been vetoed. The first time by him, and the second time by you. And then the third day arrived.

You were still deeply asleep when your bedchamber door slammed open. You sat up groggily, eyes squinting against the morning light when you watched your husband storm in. you had never seen him in your bedchamber before, both of you sleeping in separate beds, but now…

“It is a new day,” he said, and before you could even register his words, he was already kissing you deeply. 

All morning Aemond had been restless, the two days of barely seeing each other, him not even touching you once had driven him crazy. 

He knew you both usually had your ‘duties’ planned in the evenings, but he couldn't wait. Not a second longer. 

He parted from the kiss just long enough to look at you for a moment, noticing the way the slivers of sunlight that peeked behind the curtain played along your skin. The way your cheeks were still flushed and warm from sleep and the way your lips were slightly parted. You had a dazed look in your eyes, and he groaned before kissing you again, and again, and again. 

His kisses were filled with passion and need, his tongue sliding against yours and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. When he finally parted for air, he just stared at you.

“Say it,” he growled softly as his lips moved towards your throat, “say you want me. Say you need me.”

You were only able to moan, your hands sliding over his back, nails slightly digging into his skin.

“Say it,” he repeated as he pulled back to stare down at you, “admit you want this as much as I do, every waking moment. Just us--as the Gods intended.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine, his claiming words making you anxious and aroused at the same time. 

So you didn't answer. 

“Undress,” you replied instead, and luckily he listened. You watched with eager eyes as he started undressing, taking his sweet time in teasing you. Inch by inch his skin was revealed, a smirk playing on his lips at the way you stared at him. When he was finally naked, his arousal already hard and heavy, he stared hungrily at your form dressed in only a thin nightshift.

He helped you out of it, drinking in every inch of skin now revealed. 

And you were divine.

He threw the shift somewhere onto the floor, his gaze never leaving your body. He watched the way you were breathing heavily, your breasts rising and falling. He looked at your taut nipples, his hands moving on their own accord as they brushed over them. The softest mewl escaped you, making him pinch them for just a second before moving towards your abdomen.

Your skin was so soft, so warm from sleep, he had to press his lips against it. He pressed kisses around your navel, biting down on the soft flesh for a second.

“Say it,” he moaned again, moving back up your body until he was looking into your eyes. “I am yours, and yours alone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, one you reciprocated eagerly. Your hands slid into his long hair, making him grind his cock against your thigh. 

“Say you are mine, and nothing shall part us again.”

It all felt so different. 

Being in an actual bed, the fact that it was morning, it felt so… domestic. 

“Aemond-” you were barely able to whisper before his hands were on you again.  

He groaned at the way you moaned his name, his control slipping further and further. You would be the death of him, and he would die a happy man.

Your eyes closed as his hand slid in between your thighs, his fingers gathering your slick before pressing deep inside.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. He slid them out to wrap his hand around his own aching cock, stroking himself a few times.

“You are mine now,” he said lowly, his tip teasing your entrance. 

“Say it.”

“I’m yours!” you finally whine, your arms wrapping around his neck and your thighs around his waist. “I’m yours, only yours, please-”

Aemond just groaned at your words, sinking deep inside of you in one thrust. When he began to move, he made sure to set a slow, deep pace, wanting to savor every single little moment.

He gazed down at your face, watching the way your eyes were closing in pleasure, your lips glossy and parted from his eager kisses.

“Look at me,” he whispered again, his eye on yours when you opened them again.

He smiled, noticing the way your own lips curved up slightly as well.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, before expertly taking you over the edge with a few quick swipes of his thumb over your pearl. He groaned at the sensation, filling your womb up to the brim.

You were breathing heavily, your eyes lidded with pleasure and the lingering remnants of your sleep. You looked a mess, and he couldn’t get enough. 

He slowly pulled out, watching with a sense of pride as his cum dripped out of you.

“Mine,” he whispered, holding you close. You could feel yourself beginning to drift off again, his lips pressing against your cheek, then your forehead. 

You had never felt like this. This safe. This… loved. It was frightening. 

Sleep finally took you, your body growing heavy in his arms. He looked down fondly at you, the early morning light making you look like an angel. He felt your warmth against him, heard the gentle sound of your breathing. He had never felt the domesticity, the rightness, of having a person he cared for so much safe in his arms. 

But with you, it felt natural. It felt right. Like you were meant to be in his arms, now and always. And that thought sent a flicker of unease through him. He wasn't a man filled with tenderness, with gentleness, and yet… when he looked down at your sleeping face…

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You wake up some hours later, alone. 

He had probably left to attend to his duties, yet you couldn't control the feeling of sadness overcoming you. You were supposed to be used to his lack of attention, should be thankful for it. But now, after what you had just shared… it felt wrong. 

After getting ready for the day with the help of your maids, you go through the same motions of your everyday life, not seeing him anywhere. Until dinner. 

He entered the dining hall after you were already seated, his gaze not meeting yours. He sat at his regular seat at the other end of the table, watching impassively as a servant filled up his wine cup. 

The memory of you clinging onto him was still fresh on his mind, but he was good at not showing it. He yearned to hold you again, to make love to you until your body grew tired and you fell asleep in his arms again. 

But things were still tense. And he didn't miss how you had struggled to say you were his, how he had to ask you time and time again just to say it.

It had been clear, he knew, that you weren’t his. Not really. 

No words were spoken during dinner. And when the last course had been eaten, he got up. His eye finally caught yours, and in that split second, he felt everything. 

He felt longing, and sadness, and love.

He nodded once, before exiting the dining hall in long strides. 

You watched him leave in silence, rooted to the chair you were sitting on. Your hands fidgeted with your cup, your lower lip caught between your teeth, until you finally decided to rush after him.

You lifted your skirts, almost running out of the grand dining hall to try and catch up with him. 

Only when you had rushed up the stairs, you saw him again. Aemond had halted when he heard light footsteps rushing towards him, turning to see you.

You were panting, clearly out of breath and something clearly bothering you.

He frowned, wondering if something had happened in the time he had left you alone, watching as you came to a halt in front of him.

Aemond reached out to touch your arm, his touch soft, sweet, gentle.

“What is it, my lady? You seem distraught.” he said gently, his brows furrowed.

“I love you,” you breathed out, your wide eyes staring into his. “I do not want rules and duties and obligations that tie our time together, I want you. I don’t want to argue, I don't want to sleep alone-”

You finally admitted the truth to him, your heart pounding. This was how you felt, the feeling overwhelming and consuming.

“I do not wish to hide it anymore. So if you truly despise me, tell me now and I shall never bother you again-”

You stared at your husband, trying to read his expression. You felt sick to your stomach, the silence stretching on and on.

Until he gently cupped your face in his warm hands, your name leaving his lips in a breathless whisper.

“You are my heart, the very blood in my veins,” he whispered against your lips, “and I could no sooner despise you than stop my own breath.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours, his single eye closing. “I am yours,” he said again, “forevermore.”

He leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your lips. You let out a choked sob, your arms wrapping tightly around him, scared as if he may leave.

He held you even closer, pressing kisses against your temple and cheek. 

“I love you,” you whispered again. 

“And I you, more.”

[sunsguilt]

SMASH OR PASS WITHOUT THE SMASH !┊ft: all nrc characters!

warnings: none! contains: gn reader

notes: this is essentially a dateability ranking in terms of pure survival and living your best life. i love all the characters dearly, and this is just for fun!

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts: don’t get me started on him. hypothetically, let’s say he has a single romantical bone in his body. he would probably (definitely) want to date someone his mother would approve of, so someone who’s super studious and thinking about becoming a lawyer type of thing. even then, his mother would be the overbearing MIL stereotype, and riddle would just bend to her every whim, so it wouldn’t work. would probably divorce you if his mom said to. 

overall rating: 2/10, could be a nice cushy life if he took his penchant for memorizing rules into a lawyer profession and became a rich husband, but still the MIL…. you would end up on r/relationshipadvice within weeks, i’m afraid. 

ace trappola: he’s like a frat boy to me, honestly. I think you could be friends with him within reason, but if you actually date him… he’s the kind of guy who would pursue you and then get bored once u start dating. whoops, he had a consensual workplace relationship. he canonically ghosted his ex, guys. 

overall rating: 3/10, you would be dating a frat boy. you don’t want that for yourself, trust me, speaking from second-hand experience here. 

deuce spade: deuce is actually normal. like he’s no rich boy, but his family is respectful and his mother would adore you if he brought you home. he’s a little slow, but he’s got the spirit, y’know? 

overall rating: 6/10, very nice in-laws, very cool husband. you may end up being the primary breadwinner. 

cater diamond: with cater, it’s probably a bromance that turns into a real romance. mostly because he didn’t want to confess and ruin the whole thing you had going on together. likely a guy who needs a lot of validation from his partner. like he’ll say he hates pickles if you don’t like pickles. will not let a pickle pass his lips. will try his very hardest to convince you to do silly couple challenges.

overall rating: 8/10, he’s sooooo cute but he’s got unresolved mental instability like you wouldn’t believe. personally, i love that in a man. call me fix-it felix.

trey clover: trey is. trey. average guy whose family runs a bakery. he’s cute though!

overall rating: 5/10, he’s probably a freak in terms of intimate relations! teehee! no further comment.

SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar: leona is a nice guy, respectful etc. but after a while, he’s not putting the same energy into the relationship as you are. the added layer of dating a literal prince…. no matter how disregarded he is by his family, he is second in line for the throne. the pressure from that sounds crazy, i won’t lie. you might be able to ignore the pressure of him bringing you home to straight up royalty ! overall rating: 5/10, he’s so dreamy and gorjus but he wears uncle sandals. jack howl: oh he’s so bf material, like you don’t understand. him being really firm on the fact that beastmen choose a life partner? wanting to fall in love and be committed to someone until his dying day? this is Romance. he's probs a good guy to bring to the gym for support if you’re just starting to work out regularly! might accidentally push you past your limits bc he’s thinking beastmen standards and not human. overall rating: 7/10, he’s so cute and i love him, but he’s a gym bro and does daily early morning jogs and such. cannot accept it. ruggie bucchi: he’s actually another really normal guy to date! he’s shown to do anything to provide for his loved ones (bringing food home from school to provide for his friends and family). very much an acts of service guy! 

overall rating: 4/10, the chances are high that he’ll do that thing that broke dudes do when they get all touchy and hug their partner when the partner pulls out their card to pay for something. 

OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto: he would be nice to you ONLY if he had something to gain. would actually play the long game in order to sweet-talk you into signing some contract that totally screws you over forever. he is a capitalist at heart, i fear. he’s gonna get you in some get-rich-quick scheme. also, he can’t kiss and it would be weird and a lot more drool than necessary.  overall rating: 6/10, i love octopus.

jade leech: oh god. he’s like visually appealing but the longer he's talking, the worse it gets. his hobby would literally be getting your heart rate up. you’d be lucky if you don’t get high blood pressure from his desire to see your face twist in an ugly expression. he has a penchant for learning, so he’ll want to research the topic of his interest to the fullest to get the desired results.  overall rating: 3/10, the moment he’s tired of you, he’ll never speak to you again outside of a professional setting. floyd leech: he wants to have fun every day he can. which is fine, nothing wrong with that. the problem lies when he wants to rope you into it. and his idea of fun is….. questionable. he would call you up in the middle of the night and ask if you wanna go for a joyride that takes you over state lines. and you would only get like three minutes notice. he would also invite himself into your dorm and sleep in your bed. no, he’s not making the bed either, the guy canonically has to be forced into ironing his own shirt.  overall rating: 3/10, he looks like he bites unironically. would you get rabies if a humanized eel bit you?

SCARABIA

kalim al-asim: oh he’s so sweet, but the only problem is literally the fact that he’s rich. he frequently talks about multiple attempts on his life in his youth up until the present day. if people outside of your circle found out you were with him, word would surely spread to unwanted ears, and your life would be at risk because of that immediate association.  overall rating: 6/10, a total sweetheart, but i don’t think i’d be able to eat breakfast with him without wondering if something’s in our food. jamil viper: he has too many underlying issues that include but are not limited to: an inferiority complex that exists due to his forced proximity to kalim. as much as i’d love to say i could fix him, jamil almost killed kalim. Plus, jamil is literally kalim’s servant. association with kalim = will probably die. overall rating: 5/10, he’s got issues, but he’s so cute and probably just needs that reassurance or whatever. my silly guy!

POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit: vil is like my fav so i’d love to say that because he’s so nice and rich and pretty that he would be a perfect ten. WRONG. he’s famous. bad! what if he has crazy stans who go after you bc you’re dating him? for your own safety, you would never be able to go public with your relationship, that is if the tabloids don't get to you.  overall rating: 7/10, you’ll have to listen to him go on tangents about neige. 

rook hunt: if you’re thinking “yeah no he’s probably a safe bet, he’s rich and i could be his trophy wife/husband”, you like french people and you’re lying to yourself !!!!! ive never met a normal rich person in my life, and rook is no exception. he would know your shoe size before you even know his last name. 

overall rating: 0/10, he’s weird AND french.

epel felmier: he lives in a small town where everyone tends to know each other and their business. there’s no hiding your relationship from them. downside is, he would have a crazy inferior complex if you were taller than him. He needs to be a Man’s man, yknow??? overall rating: 6/10, he’s a good cook, an incredible one, even. if you can’t cook and you can deal with a man who desperately wants to show you how cool he is, then this is the one for you. 

IGNIHYDE

idia shroud: he wouldn’t date, like he’s a NEET guys, i don’t see it at all. He would marry someone if it was for tax reasons, or just to tell people he isn’t bitchless. you'd just go to a courthouse real quick and pop by an ihop after.  

overall rating: 6/10, he would be an incredible overwatch carry. would bully you for sucking super hard in any type of pvp game. 

ortho shroud: he’s like a child, so he is not included! 

overall rating: 0/10, in terms of dateability, he’s silly tho

DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia: you would be perfectly safe with him. yeah, he’s not fully clear on the norms of human society, but he treats you well! problem is, he'd be a little too obssessed and its going to very quickly turn into "he's going to keep u in this tower bc hes scared abt u dying"

overall rating: 7/10, wouldn’t you love a loser man who is obsessed with gargoyles?!  silver: objectively, the world’s most perfect man. he’s super cute and can cook! everything you would want in a man. he's also got his wacky little sitcom type family like step brothers who are Not human and a dad who is Not human but like they care for him he cares for them! 

overall rating: 9/10, no real drama and they'd probably be elated if he brought someone home.  sebek zigvolt: he would choose malleus over you every time, i’m so sorry. like “sorry babe malleus needs help shining his sword or whatever, you can start the movie without me.” realistically the only time sebek could be in a relationship is if he finds someone whos as obsessed with malleus as he is so they can be hyperfixated on him together or something. like how kpop stans marry each other, but with malleus the dragon prince. 

overall rating: 2/10, he would use you has a human dishrag to clean shoes for malleus.  lilia vanrouge: everyone loves a fictional old man, but this particular old man comes with trauma and emotional baggage spanning centuries. You can only fix-it felix your way out of so many things. he’s cute, though. 

overall rating: 4/10, canonically picks his nose, i fear.

— ☆

[aventurineswife]

haiiii ☆! hoping this reaches u in good health!! the idea of hsr characters (dr ratio/sunday/blade) with a gyaru reader has been shaking in my mind like a snow globe φ(≧ω≦*)♪ i super wonder what the dynamic would be! would they think readers personality is too rowdy? would they enjoy her fashion sense? maybe they’d even consider letting reader do their makeup~! ♡ anywho, feel free to ignore, it’s not a prob! thanks sm for ur time & love ur work!! xx 💖

Hiiiii! 💖 Your idea is so cute, and I think the contrast between these characters and Gyaru!Reader would be pretty cute! 🤭✨

Ratio is definitely the type to raise a brow at first. He prides himself on intellect and refinement, so your bubbly, expressive nature might make him assume you’re a bit... frivolous. But oh, how quickly he learns otherwise. The way you effortlessly command attention, your confidence, and the way you own your aesthetic? It intrigues him. You’re someone who defies expectations, and he respects that.

Would he let you do his makeup? At first, he scoffs at the idea—but then he catches you pouting (an undeniable weapon), and after a very dramatic sigh, he relents. He sits still, eyes half-lidded as you carefully paint his features, occasionally throwing in quips like, “Do not make me regret this.” But the moment he sees himself in the mirror? His lips twitch. "Hmph. Not bad.” He won’t admit it, but he leaves a little smudge of shimmer on his face for the rest of the day.

He may act unbothered, but deep down? He loves your energy. Your ability to brighten any space makes him feel at ease, even if he won’t outright say it. And when people judge you unfairly? Oh, he will cut them down with the sharpest, most eloquent retort.

Sunday is a dreamer, and you? You’re a dazzling force of nature. Your high-energy presence is like a burst of sunlight against his melancholic disposition, and it both soothes and unsettles him. He’s used to quiet contemplation, to conversations laced with philosophy—but then you come along, laughing freely, twirling strands of your perfectly styled hair, and calling him “Sundy-kun” just to watch his wings flutter in flustered confusion.

He’d definitely be fascinated by your makeup and fashion sense. The way you adorn yourself so unapologetically is a form of self-expression he deeply admires. He might trace the patterns of your nail art with a thoughtful hum, murmuring, “Every detail tells a story, doesn’t it?” And when you offer to do his makeup, he closes his eyes and allows you to paint over his worries for a little while. The soft brush of your fingers against his skin? It’s grounding.

You challenge him in ways he never expects. You refuse to let him get lost in his own head, pulling him back to the present with playful pokes and affectionate teasing. And despite his initial reservations, he adores it. You remind him that life isn’t just about philosophy—it’s about living.

Oh, Blade. He is so tired. So broody. And then here you come, a whirlwind of glitter and energy, calling him “Bladie~” in a singsong voice and insisting he needs a wardrobe upgrade. He side-eyes you so hard.

At first, he thinks you’re way too much. Too loud, too flashy, too alive—but he doesn’t push you away. There’s something magnetic about you, the way you throw yourself so wholeheartedly into joy. It’s a stark contrast to his self-destructive tendencies, and maybe, just maybe, he finds himself lingering in your presence more than he intends to.

Would he let you do his makeup? It would take a lot of convincing (and maybe a wager he loses). He sits there, arms crossed, grumbling under his breath, “This is pointless.” But as you carefully blend soft red eyeshadow to match his scarlet gaze, his expression softens. Maybe, for once, it feels nice to be touched without pain.

You’re the kind of person who drags him out of his own storm. You don’t care that he’s got a dark past—you see him, and you refuse to let him wallow. And honestly? That terrifies him a little. But it also makes him want to stay by your side just a little longer.

They all find something comforting in your presence. You remind them that life isn’t just about knowledge, philosophy, or vengeance—sometimes, it’s about having fun and embracing yourself fully.

Also, I definitely think at least one of them secretly keeps a tiny rhinestone on their person as a reminder of you. Just saying.

Thank you for this super cute idea!! I had so much fun with it ♡(｡- ω -)

[ovaruling]

no secrets!

so, foremost, nutritionally, im vegan, and i get lots of protein and carbs/fiber. i won’t bore you w the details of my diet (i will, if you want… i love talking abt the food i make and eat…) but i will say that diet is a majority player in muscle building, obv. especially if you have autoimmune issues/chronic fatigue/chronic pain like i do. you can do all the lifting you like and not see a difference (beyond severe injury prob) if you’re not paying attention to nutrition. and, tbh, if you’re not nurturing your gut microbiome. huge difference in my stamina after focusing on gut bacteria! maybe my absorption of nutrients improved. either way, plants are ya friend, especially beans! finding the sweet spot for your macros based on your activity level takes a bit of time, but that time will pass anyway.

exercise-wise—i have never set foot in a traditional gym, never worked with a trainer. not yet, anyway.

for about 1-2 years (i can’t even remember anymore) i did Pahla B Fitness workouts on youtube, which are low-impact but high-intensity. that was perfect for what i needed for my disabilities. i began with her seated workouts and progressed to her standing workouts. i can’t recommend her workouts enough. they’re free, they’re 20 minutes, and they gave me my life and my strength back.

then i started crossfit last spring, 3x a week. that in itself was a game changer. olympic lifts and plyometrics put more muscle on me in a few months than i’ve ever had in my life.

and then on non-crossfit days i do workouts at home. i actually don’t think i’d be fit enough to do crossfit if not for my home workout routine. bc i’m still technically disabled from a long history of damaging cosmetic surgery, i’m not able to sustain crossfit lifting every single day (i would if i could tho). i do conditioning workout programs at home that challenge me and keep taking me to the next level in fitness.

my favorite so far is Jillian Michaels’s 90 Day Body Revolution series (i have all the episodes on my google drive—drop me a msg if you’d like a link!). i’ve done it twice all the way through and i’m on my third round. she has you using 3, 5, and 8lb dumbbells for the program, but by my second round i upgraded to my 10, 15, and 20lb dumbbells and so i use those now. you just keep progressing according to your level of fitness.

i also like to mix it up with her other workouts too. i’ve been very happy w her Killer Arms & Back series and her Lift & Shred series. those 2 are where my latest upper body gains have come from, using my heaviest dumbbells with both.

i like that she provides modifications, both for beginners and for more advanced exercisers. and if there’s a move i can’t do—i recently injured my back and right side of my abdomen so i’ve had to stay away from targeted ab work—i substitute with something of hers i know i can do (in my case i do jumping lunges or single leg squats anytime there’s something i can’t do).

i also HIGHLY recommend isometric exercises. i was just talking about this to someone yesterday—bodyweight resistance and stability is extremely underrated but so, so, so effective. it’s very simple to modify moves. i suggest looking up “isometric workouts” on youtube to get a taste of where you personally are at as far as stability. if you can’t hold a lunge, modify by decreasing your range of motion—bring your legs in closer together, and don’t sink down as low into the lunge. hold on to furniture to steady yourself if you need to.

if you can’t plank, modify the plank, and rest on your knees so that you’re on all fours. practice holding your shoulders and back and neck in a straight line position, keep your butt low. try one or two seconds of a full plank and then go back to your modified knee plank. do this again. and again. and again. increase into a full plank on your toes as you get stronger.

same with push-ups—start on your knees. practice the proper form again and again and again until it becomes easy to do on your knees. eventually, try one on your feet. if it’s still too hard, stay on your knees. you can do knee push-ups forever and still see serious gains. you don’t ever have to do a “real” push-up to see gains. play around with your arm position while you’re on your knees—can you do a “wide” push-up, with your hands placed outside of your shoulder width? can you do a narrow push-up, with your hands closer together than shoulder width? can you do a tricep push-up, with your hands positioned at your ribcage, and elbows kept close to your body as you lower down? can you do a one-handed push-up? if not, how far down can you go on one hand? even if it’s only half an inch, do it, and remember that range of motion. work within that safe space. you can endlessly challenge yourself with push-ups on your knees.

ok now i’m getting off track! sorry, i get swept away babbling about all this stuff. there’s just so much information to convey! anyway. i’m happy to answer any specific questions, please don’t hesitate!

i started from less than zero, with muscle atrophy and osteoporosis and cosmetic surgery complications and no fitness whatsoever, so i’ve had a long journey of trials and errors and am happy to share any details that might help others.

oh p.s. electrolytes after each workout! my favorite brand is Dr. Berg’s, in the cherry-pomegranate flavor. i think potassium and other electrolytes are seriously ignored in favor of the cheaper sodium-heavy electrolytes like Gatorade or Liquid IV or whatever the trendy brands are now etc. electrolytes depend very much on a proper ratio of sodium to potassium, etc. the ideal ratio of sodium to potassium intake is roughly 1:3—per day, your potassium intake should ideally be around 3x your sodium intake. invest in a good oral electrolyte solution that has a balance of potassium, magnesium, calcium, and chloride, wrt to sodium. it will help you recover and reduce cramping, fatigue, and soreness.

also, of course, water. for my (substantial) height and my weight, and for the amount that i sweat, i drink 128oz of water per day and find that i feel very good on that, as long as i keep up with my balance of electrolytes from food and from my post-workout Dr. Berg powder.

not quite ripped but perhaps a little torn

[allisonrw96]

Whumptober No. 1

“You have to let go” / Barbed Wire / Bound

***

The two men were ambling through the apparatus bay like they were on a museum tour. Hands in pockets. Eyes scanning every corner of the garage space. Their posture was casual but their expressions as they looked around were anything but.

“Can I help you guys with something?” Eddie asked, stepping into their view from where he’d been watching from behind the out of service ambulance. Because, despite the chill running down his spine, there was always a chance that they needed help. A chance that they thought the station was deserted and would take off once they saw it wasn’t. No chance that Eddie was going to hide while they skulked around his house.

The men startled at the sight of Eddie, but recovered quickly, exchanging glances with each other before continuing their slow saunter forward. Eddie tried to hide it as he looked around for anything he could put between them. “If you’d taken my side when I told Bobby we should get a dog, then the dog could stay behind instead of you,” Buck had teased before leaving on the run with the rest of the crew, leaving Eddie alone. Eddie had never wanted a dog more in his life.

“We just always wanted to see the inside of a firehouse,” the taller one said. “And we happened to be in the neighborhood.”

“Well, we’re closed for tours today, but if you want to stop by around Halloween, we’ll be having an open house.”

They both smiled.

There were no options. They weren’t backing down. Eddie didn’t have anything in his hands. The two men took a step forward and Eddie didn’t step back. He could take them, both of them, in a fair fight. Even in an unfair one. Unless they had more than wallets in their pockets.

“Isn’t that why they left you behind? Tour guide? All we need is a quickie.” His teeth were unnervingly straight when he smiled and winked.

“Yeah. We’d settle for just a peek in that ambulance.”

Nothing in this truck is worth your life, Eddie could hear Bobby saying. The most important thing, always, is that we make it home alive.

They were just two garden variety criminals. Probably got drunk watching the ball game and one of them said “You know where they keep the drugs, right?” and then they egged each other on until they ended up here. They were expecting him to back down. He should. Should head back to the office and lock the door behind him.

Even as he made notes in his mind on their appearances for later (white, 40s, 6 ft maybe and 5’10”, one blond with stubble and a decent size mole on his neck, one greying brown with a hunch to his shoulders and a tattoo snaking out from under his shirt sleeves), Eddie was thinking of what he’d have to do to restrain them until the police arrived.

His window of opportunity was sliding shut with every step forward they took. He needed room to preserve his options and make sure the first move was his.

“Not much to see,” he said, taking a step back as though he might actually open the door of the ambulance. “We transferred all the supplies to a backup rig this morning while we wait for this one to get serviced.”

“We came all this way,” the shorter one said. “We’ll take a look any-”

The straight right sent pain splintering through Eddie’s knuckles but it sent the bearded man sprawling to the ground. He looked like he was out but it wouldn’t be for long and Eddie couldn’t spare him a glance as the tattooed one jumped into a guard position before telegraphing a wild haymaker that Eddie was easily going to be able to sidestep and then-

Then Eddie’s entire body went rigid with pain. It radiated from the back of his neck, down his spine and through every one of his limbs. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t scream. He felt like a marionette, every extremity stretched taut at the whim of whoever had seized the strings. Then all at once the strings were cut and Eddie crumpled.

His head cracked hard against the bumper of the ambulance as he went down, but there was so much pain, he was overflowing with pain, his brain couldn’t hold the idea of any more. When he hit the cement floor, the air punched out of his lungs and Eddie gasped helplessly like a fish thrown suddenly to the deck.

“Wake him up,” an annoyed voice from behind Eddie called to his accomplice. “I’m not hauling his ass to the car.”

Move, Eddie’s brain whispered from beneath the haze of pain. His desperate breath wheezed into his lungs as if through a straw and he needed to focus, needed to get it together. Slow deep breaths. He couldn’t do anything until he could breathe.

As he struggled against his spasming diaphragm, the burn of pain began to fade from his muscles, no longer quite so blinding. Eddie could feel the separate throb in his head, could feel the blood wet on his face. He knew if he looked up, the world would have the blurred lines of a double exposure, but that was at least three steps down the road. First was to get off the ground. Once Eddie found that he had control of his arms, he crept them closer to his body with the idea of pressing himself upright.

Then the electric shock of pain stabbed into the small of his back and if he thought speech was impossible before, it was unthinkable now. His jaw clamped down over a building scream.

“Easy, hero,” the third man said conversationally as he held the stun gun to Eddie’s bare skin. “Tour’s not over yet.”

The weapon was pulled away but the pain didn’t dissipate and when Eddie’s arm’s were yanked behind his back it was through the near lock of rigor, finally drawing a groan from his lips. There was no hope of moving as the zip-tie encircled his wrists with a stuttering swwwwipp, nearly embedding the tie into his skin. Instincts screamed at him to fight back as a second band of plastic joined the first, cinching his elbows closer to touching than they’d ever been in his life. He pulled against them and ligature was pulled tighter, biting hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to cut when they used it to haul him up and onto his knees.

The world spun. Hands dug into his pockets, removing his phone, his keys, his knife, objects he couldn’t reach anyway. Eddie’s thoughts flowed slow and thick. He didn’t think to crash his head against his attacker’s face until the man was out of range again.

The keys were dangled in front of his face, a fuzzy mass as they swayed like a hypnotist’s watch and the intruder said, “Why don’t we see what these go to, huh?”

For the first time, Eddie wished he’d taken cover when he had the chance.

[kathrynalicemc]

✨Updates✨

Heyyy I’ve got two little updates to say and I thought I would combine these into one post. As to the first one: I’ll be starting Uni soon! I’m moving into my dorm on the 26th so I’ll prob be unavailable most of that day. My first class is on the 31st so I won’t be busy until then. I hope to stay active but I cannot promise. However I will prob be more active on the weekends starting then. But who knows, maybe nothing will change. After all, I’m not super active every day anyway 😂. I may or may not do the back to school challenge.

For the second update: I’ve put the offer out to a few friends already but since it’s been one year since PR started, I’ve been wanting to make a sort of set of bonus chapters. If anyone missed PR while it was happening but still wanted to be apart of it, I’d love if you wanted to write a one shot stand alone chapter that I could fit inbetween the PR chaps. Shoot me a message if you have an idea for a story that connects in any way to the PR!

Rules are: Only for people who haven’t written for the PR yet, you can’t change canon for the original story that’s already written, and you can do more than one chapter if your story needs it but it has to fit in the time between whatever chapters you like. You’ll have full custody of my kids if you want them to show up. If you would like to use other characters, you’ll have to ask my co-writers to whom they belong. The story is up to you, however I’ll have to approve it first and it has to connect to the PR in some way. (Does your oc own a safehouse? Do they work as a paper courier or muggleborn escort? Maybe they have a chance run in with a PR member during a death eater fight and save them? Are they an informant that sends messages to Devon? If there’s any point in the canon story that I was vague and didn’t specifically name something, like that one time a safehouse falls to Eme and is burned, you can totally steal it!) Can’t wait to see what you come up with! 😌

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some *physical affection and Bakugou* thoughts:

- alright,, first things first, this is about teenage katsuki- bc i fully fully believe he would be a vEry different partner as an experienced adult,, but for fluff’s sake lets say this is like first-relationship stuff during U.A

-alright okay moving on

-to begin,, just how touch starved is lil katsuki?? at this point, well, the answer is simple. on a scale from 1-10 ?? bakugou is loudly-sobbing-if-you-even-look-like-u-might-pet-his-hair/10. so very. very touch starved.

- bc of this he will not ask you to touch him in early relationship,, but mostly bc he just doesn’t know how to ask. he’s been touch-starved for so long that he doesn’t even realize what it is he wants. pooR BABY

- start slow. if y’all date during U.A. u gotta start really simple or he flusters and gets mad bc he’s embarrassed. this means:

you doing a lot of pinkie swears so he gets used to you touching him

pretending to pick lint off of him until he stops going red every single time

letting your hands brush his every time you hand him something/vice versa

-once he���s used to u though??? once he realizes that showing physical affection is so much easier than having to say embarrassing words?? man’s is aLL physical “affection” and quite literally nothing else

-will 100% kiss u to get u to stop talking. or to get ur attention. or to just be annoying. any time really- he’ll just lean in and plant one whether ur prepared for it or not

-not necessarily clingy,, but just constant?? he’s not smothering with like hugs or full on cuddling, but if ur in the same room as him ?? then he’s sitting right next to u and poking and prodding and being annoying until ur tearing ur hair out- man’s just likes to watch the world burn okay, and if ur his world than nothing is hotter to him than when u get mad soz ur prob gonna be mad a lot

-likes to lift u up when he passes by you. tbh it’s 100% an ego thing- he has muscles, okay, and he works hard for them so obviously he’s gonna use them to annoy u. he sorta feels like it’s his god-given gift to be irritating almost as much as his quirk is

-if ur ticklish than oh my god run,, his hands are always gonna be at ur sides,, and if just u keep laughing?? just keep crying out and begging him for mercy?? baby he’s a sadist ruN

-mans is a biG fan of back scratches. if you have nails, of quite literally any length, he just turns into an absolute puddle. just melts into the floor or bed or wherever he’s laying and cannot help himself

-likes when you touch his hands. since they’re where all his power comes from, Bakugou is super proud of them and likes when you’re proud of them too. only kiss them if ur rlly prepared for an event tho (it’s the surest way to get him going 0 to 60 in 3.5)

-likes if you place a hand on his shoulder while you pass him. it’s pretty much the only pda he can stand without getting super flustered about it, but he likes it bc it shows you’re there for him and paying attention to him without making him look soft

-will absolutely go soft for hand holding in private tho. just like,, if you’re sitting and doing homework ??? grab his hand. just do it. mans will complain that you’re clingy and won’t make eye contact ,, but will also rub his thumb over the back of ur hand the entire time. this little bitch i sweaR

-will untie ur shoes,, just to be irritating and bc he thinks it’s funny when u glare at him

-bakugou’s ego straight swells if you cuddle into him while you’re asleep. man’s head’ll get so biG bc ur at ur most vulnerable and still choosing him for protection. will 100% give u shit for it in the morning though. bc he’s an asshole obvi

-doesn’t say ‘i love u’ out loud much bc words=hard,, but he 100% will trace it into ur skin if he thinks ur asleep.

-when you’re away and he misses u he’ll cuddle the pillow that you use close to his chest. for this reason u are ~not allowed~ to come back from ur trips at night so u can’t find out about what he thinks is an embarrassing behavior. u still find out anyway.

-if you’re wearing a hoodie, he likes to drop pencils or slips of paper or anything into your hood when u walk by. doesn’t matter how many times u pass him or tell him to stop either,, little asshole’ll just keep doing it, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face the entire time. he does this shit so that a few hours later, when u somehow still have something in ur hood, he can pull it out,, his hand ghosting across ur neck just enough to make u jump, and then he’ll look at u and smirk and “jesus, idiot. where’d this fuckin’ come from? how fuckin’ oblivious are u?”

-will not tell u, not for all the money and fame in the entire world, but he actually likes when u try to annoy him back. if u poke at him and prod and generally needle the same way he does to u,, challenging him and like u just can’t keep ur hands to urself- baby he’s goNE

-so, in conclusion, he will do all of this asinine, annoying shit to touch u- just the most ridiculous childish garbage and still have the audacity to look at u and call u clingy??? to pull an act like ur annoying him when u so much as ask for a hug ??

just more proof that at the end of the day, even if we all love him, he’s still just a ridiculous man🤮 and nothing’ll ever describe his flaws better than that :/

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omg another bakugou brain-dump from me,, so super surprising right?? totally unexpected??

[yourfavouritelaundry]

i just had this idea omg what would it look like if the summer dream gang or the my day gang had their on minecraft servers they played on with each other ,,,,, 👀

Pikklii, you got my mind ran away from me. Here’s two giant wall of texts for you along with doodles.

My day: The server invite prob came from either Flynn or Rio at school. Just typical mess you can expect when you invited classmates you messed around with to messed around in minecraft: total chaos and ugly buildings. Vivia’s suck at playing, so they just hit other people all day and run. Mint learns the mechanics terrifyingly fast and automatically include Vivia to her house by default (“Do you have any gunpowde- oh, is that my bed? Thanks!”). Satin’s indecisive so they just walk around calmly and make increasingly stupid theoretical debates with Ton-or (somehow decked in all gears) who’s enabling them. Someone suggest a tree house in the juggle and everyone agree, one of them won’t stop pushing other to their death and it turn into every man for themselves, Ton-or lit up the juggle while everyone’s distracted (Satin’s also enabling them), someone get their hand on creative mode mid fight, later they have to make a new server.

Summerdream: Either the most beautiful, high effort server with intricate buildings on earth, or they just get bored and left it barren after 2 hours. Quinn’s not much of a gamer so he’s mostly there for others sake but will prob enjoy the pets aspects a lot. If they didn’t get bored after 2 hours, Quinn’ll start an entire basement of dogs(not including the one he bring on journey, 2 more on his bed, and 3 more in the mine), still sucks at gaming but +animals. Malee know more than Quinn at least from being terminally online but is too afraid to go mine or nether herself so she’s turning every buildings they have pretty and ask others for supplies. At one point, Malee got so determined with her cottagecore mansion that she went mine and nether in one single swoop while everyone’s offline just ‘cuz she want to see it finished so badly. Surprisingly, Hann doesn’t burn everyone house down the moment she got flint, instead she took it as a challenge to complete the game before anyone (no one challenged her in the 1st place), kill the dragon (Malee doesn’t need anything there for her cottage) got the elytra (Quinn doesn’t even know what that is), then promptly got bored. As for Anna, she mysteriously disappeared since the first 2 in-game days but stay in vc. Hann later discovered that Anna’s been grinding a massive stocks of everything to a scary degree and got the netherite gears first. Anna’s just love grinding. She help supplied Hann’s pranks and make an aquarium together with Malee as a gift for Quinn

[switch-arooni]

I’m in another simping mood nevermind the blog description so some ring headcannons I have from the proposal event based on rings I own that I never posted bc I’m ✨shy✨

Lucifer

Man is simple, reserved, and heavily traditional, but I also think he would be a bit possessive. Makes me think he prob wouldn’t want a diamond ring, but something classy like it.

Garnet or ruby for the center stone set into a silver ring base. Cut would vary based on your preferences bc this ring is FOR YOU, the LOVE of his LIFE.

Proposal would be succinct and quiet, possibly at Ristorante Six, and be followed by a passionate night should you say yes. “MC, you are everything I hold dear in this world. Your strength and compassion have given me something new to strive for, and I know this feeling only comes once in a lifetime. Be mine; be my spouse and I will give you everything I am.”

Mammon

Baby boy is so nervous. There’s a right way to do these things, but what way is it? He probably struggles a lot to find a good ring bc it needs to be perfect for his beautiful, wonderful human.

His first instinct (and mine) was yellow topaz in a gold ring base, but he’s sensitive to your style so he goes with something a little less provacative instead.

Mammon’s proposal wouldn’t be planned, particularly, because he’s more of a gut-driven kind of guy. Will have the ring in his pocket constantly until the moment is right. When it is, he stammers a bit about how he’s a greedy demon and he was your first and he rambles before catching himself and pulling out the ring. Confesses that he wants whatever time you have together. And how could you say no to those pretty blue eyes?

Leviathan

Hooooooooo boy. Fact of the matter is, if Levi comes to the decision to propose to you, he’s gonna need everything to be perfect and within his safe zone.

Finding a ring for you will be a challenge because he wants something special and not so normie-ish. He WILL try to have a ring that looks like the ring from that shoujo anime you both like. When he finds a beautiful blue opal teardrop stone set in silver, he knows it’s the one.

The proposal will be within the privacy of his room, in front of Henry 2.0 as his witness. He channels his confidence as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, but he sputters a bit when describing your romantic journey. “I want all your smiles and tears to be with me; for us to have way more adventures together with you as my Player 2. You’re my Henry.” Say yes to snek boy pls. He’s too sweet.

Satan

Mr. Cheese Meister himself, he will try to find the most beautiful ring. While he may also love tradition, he knows your relationship is not quite so traditional.

When he lays eyes on a silver dragonfly ring that’s dainty and strong with rainbow topaz wings, he knows that’s the ring he’s going for. The dragonfly represents courage, prosperity, strength, and harmony; all the things he wants for the both of you and more.

His proposal is highly romantic and sentimental. The picture book he makes for you in the event is part of it, but I think he would take you to a park instead under the guise of your regular afternoon readings on your anniversary. “I want to continue to share these moments with you, for better or for worse. Let me love you until the end of days and I promise I will make you happy.”

Asmodeus

Asmo-baby loves love, and he knows that he needs to find a stylish ring for you that will make you want to wear it every day. No outfit clashings, ever. Finding such a versatile ring ended up being harder than he thought.

Then, it hit him. It doesn’t need to be flashy or large or overly visible. It doesn’t need to make or break an outfit. So he decides to go with something simple.

His proposal does begin with flowers and a letter, and the scavenger hunt still happens. Making it playful, he leads you through different settings of your relationship without actually being there through his writings. The ending place is where he first confessed to you and you became a couple. “You see me for who I really am, and always have. I want to be by your side for all eternity so that I can be here to catch you if you fall and lift you back into your feet as you have done for me. I love you.”

Beelzebub

Our resident sweetheart is sincere and simple, always saying what he wants and never backing down. However, just asking you for your hand without a ring won’t do at all. He wants to find something just right for you; something he knows you’ll love.

He honestly didn’t know ring shopping could be this hard. There are so many settings and cuts of stones and it’s a bit overwhelming. He’s about to give up hope when he sees it. Shining brightly and with two looping hearts, it conveys the feeling he gets when you love him so completely.

His proposal isn’t terribly extravagant and he doesn’t need it to be. He just knows that he wants to be yours. The day after he gets the ring, he’s an excited puppy that can’t sleep (annoying his oh so sleepy twin). He takes the time to make breakfast in the morning and decides that’s how he wants to start his day: proposing to the love of his life in front of the rest of the people he loves. He hopes that somewhere, Lilith is watching and shining down on the two of you.

Belphegor

A secret sweetie, this man doesn’t really know what to do. Picking out a ring for someone? He has to go shopping? Fuck. But he wants to find you something that’s fitting.

Starts his search online. Maybe he can have something custom made and shipped to HoL? He’s browsing websites and is about to give up hope when he spots a picture. Clicking the link, he’s sold on the spot when he imagines the ring on your finger. The raw rainbow stone cut feels very personal for him; his jagged edges smoothed by your compassion.

His proposal isn’t lazy, in contrast to his sin. Instead, he plans a picnic date in the planetarium under the stars, specifically under the star he gave you. A blanket on the ground with pillows galore, you both are laying on the ground when he hands you the box. He gets a little shy when you look over in surprise, but his smile is soft as he proposes. “I think I know what it is that Lilith felt when she fell for a human. I know what it’s like to have things go unsaid and have regrets regarding the people I hold dear. I want you to know that I will love and protect you, a promise I make on this ring and on my star.”

I know these vary a bit from the proposal event, but I hope you enjoyed reading none the less 💕

*All of these rings are cubic zirconia or lab created stones. I found them all over the years. It doesn’t have to be a Diamond to convey how much you love someone. 💕

[inkedtae]

golden gills ⇾ jjk. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ goldfish!hybrid jungkook x bratty!reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ e2l, smut with a sprinkle of fluff and a waterfall of filth 

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ Reader taunts Jungkook for being the new Teacher’s Assistant for her history class. She simply can’t stand a teacher’s pet. Jungkook can’t help but make her one. 

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 7k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ a shit ton of flith, hate-love sex, office sex, super bratty reader, thigh riding, hair pulling, spit play, pube play, panty sniffing, a tad bit of edging, oral (f. receiving), dom!jk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), lots of spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names, a dash of puns here and there, lowkey crack, probs gonna need some (un)holy water.

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ extremely unedited. please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. currently on a kookie kick so get ready for some filthy (and occasionally fluffy) kookie content. if you have any request, please send them my way (i might consider another member). enjoy!

><> le playlist 

He strut into class, a little notebook clutched in his large hands. You couldn’t help but notice how his veins popped out. Was he flexing or was that just simply always the state of his hands. His sharp nails, tips tinged orange, dug into the leather binding of the notebook while he spoke with your professor. You glared at him from your seat at the front. He must’ve felt the heat of your gaze as he rubbed the nape of his, looking over at you. 

There, right there was the reason why you hate that man so much. That shit-eating smirk tugged on his pink lips, brownish-yellow eyes flickering between you and the professor. An annoyed sigh escaped you. He was too cocky for his own good. He may have radiated golden rays wherever he went. The yellowish-orange tint of his hair layered with strands of pink was undeniably eye-catching. You figured that if he was full fish and not just a hybrid, then that might be the colour of his scales. But, when that golden image was paired with his arrogant personality, you reminded yourself as your eyes bounced up and down his frame, he was insufferable.

Despite the golden hues of his species, Jungkook felt most comfortable in black. It was a trend you noticed immediately on him. His flowy, golden fin would stick out his shirt, lined along his spine, and tiny golden gills would rest in the hollows of his cheeks but he would only wear black. You hated how you knew that he only liked to wear loose fitted clothing because it looked great on him. It was all he wore so how could you not notice it, you tried to reason. That fact didn’t soothe your rage one bit, however, since it meant that you indirectly admitted to yourself that he always looked good. 

That man is dangerous, you thought to yourself before turning back to your notes. You didn’t have much to write just yet, but you weren’t going to waste your last moments before class staring at Jeon Jungkook. You opted for doodling, gently scratching your orange pen within the margins.

“How come whenever I walk in I always catch you staring?” He asked, sitting a couple of seats to your right. 

“Glaring,” you correct, not bothering to look up. 

He chuckles to himself, the breathy sound confusing your heart and stunting your rage for a minute. “You’re giving me your attention either way, hun,” he replied. “And I barely had to do a thing.”

You stopped mid-stroke, looking up at him with that same glare before your eyes scanned across the classroom. You noticed empty seats peppered between others who were lucky enough to enjoy some peace before the lesson began.  “There are other seats,” you muttered, turning back to your notebook. 

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, tossing his notebook down on the table with a light thud. “I like this one,” he sighed as he pulled out a black pen from his pants. “I can see everything from here, and everyone can see me.”

You furrowed your brows at his words. What a cocky little shit; always needing to be the center of attention. “You’re an idiot,” you hissed, making the mistake of looking up at him again. 

He met your annoyed gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. He had his tongue poking at his cheek, and a single brow raised as if asking if you truly meant that, as if warning you to try again. “Am I?” he challenged. “Or are you too busy concerned with me to realize how wrong that statement was?”

Your face scrunched with confusion as you tried your best to decipher his words.Why did he have to be so cryptic? Why couldn’t he just tell you what the hell he meant? Giving up, you were about to tell him how stupid he sounded when the professor began his lecture. 

He welcomed the class, introduced himself and went over the course syllabus before turning to look at Jungkook. “And, if you have any other questions, please feel free to contact me or my TA this semester, Jungkook.” He then gestured for Jungkook to stand. 

Fuck no. 

Your face fell as he rose from his seat. Before he could even catch a glimpse of your pure shock and devastation, you schooled your features and looked back towards your professor. It all began to click now, why he spoke with the professor before class and why he sat at the front. He even tried to warn you, in his own stupid, idiotic, cryptic way. Did you really insult your TA? He was going to be grading your work for the next four months. You wanted to believe Jungkook wasn’t a total asshole but with the way he taunted you with that look in his eyes before the lecture started gave you pause. 

Your face must’ve been revealing bits and pieces of your panic, despite your efforts, because you soon heard little breathy chuckles to your right. “Relax, hun. I won’t let it affect your final grade,” he whispered as the professor dived into his lecture. “This time.”

That little shit. 

You had written your essay two weeks prior to the due date, which is a lot coming from you since you’re more of a pull an all-nighter the night before kind of girl. You had researched thoroughly about the topic provided, giving your own analysis on the wars and political practises of the West. You even quoted Karl Marx a few times, and this little shit only just passed you? You had an average to maintain and you knew your paper was not merely worth a passing grade. You even had your best friend, Namjoon, read it over and approve of the analysis, citations and writing style. 

So the moment his office hours were available you made your way over. They were running during another one of your classes but fuck him if he thought you were going to let this slide. You weren’t sure what he was thinking but if this was all some power play, you were about to show him who the fuck was in charge. 

“Jeon, you motherfucker,” you huffed in a way of greeting as you walked into his office. 

Jungkook peeked up at you from his bowl, noodles hanging out of mouth. His eyes were a bit wider, cheeks puffed all too cutely as they were filled with food. He finished slurping his noodles as you shut the door. Though still completely furious, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring at his mouth. Something about those pouty, spice stained lips lit up your core and caused arousal to pool into your panties. 

You let out a shaky breath, seating yourself across his desk as he pushed his meal away, directing his full attention on you. He sat back in his seat, that stupid smirk over taking his features. 

“Yes?” He practically purred his response causing you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. 

You tossed your graded paper on his desk, eyes unforgivingly boring into his. “What the fuck is this?” You asked in a calmer voice, but the anger was still ponet in your tone. 

“You’re crappy paper I had the misfortune of reading,” he answered casually, like you just asked him about his day. 

The original fire in your eyes, you somehow were able to maintain since entering this office, dimmed into disappointment. Was it really that bad? But, you worked on it relentlessly. You had at least hoped it would pique his interest. Even Namjoon told you the approach you took was unique and well-thought out. For Jungkook to say it was a misfortune to read wasn’t just a shot at your grade but a blow to your intelligence, your pride. 

He must’ve noticed your change in demeanor as he sat up and sighed. He picked it up to look over it once again, but you ripped it out of his hand, crumpling it with, what you hated to recognize as, shame. “Don’t do me any favours, Jeon,” you all but warned through gritted teeth. “The grade speaks for itself. I can’t believe I thought someone as stupid as you would be able to understand something as layered and complex as this paper. The only thing crappy about any of this is the fact that I have a useless TA.”

Jungkook watched you with an unwavering gaze. “Watch your tone,” he grumbled, voice carrying more edge than those words ever did. 

You’ll admit, it stunted you for a moment, but the pain still lingered. You released the creased assignment on his desk lazily, treating it like the afterthought he believed it was. “Or what?” You taunted, tilting your head slightly. “You’ll fail me?” Your voice dipped in and out of feigned sadness, sarcasm dripping with every word. “You’ll go tell your precious professor? Hmm, little pet?”

Jungkook shifted in his seat, inhaling sharply from his nose before standing up. Even from across the desk, he towered over you. “Behave, (Y/N),” he warned, poking at his cheek with his tongue. 

His words meant nothing. You ignored the inner voice that reminded you that your behaviour was only getting this bad because his words actually meant more than you even wanted to acknowledge. 

“You’re just a useless pet, a stupid little goldfish trying so desperately to look tough in those all black clothes,” you pressed on, gesturing to his shirt that sat atop his chest and biceps all too well. He circled around the desk as you continued, “you can’t even get me to treat you with respect. Better yet, I bet you can’t even get me off. You’re that fucking useless.” 

How or why that sexual sentence slipped in was beyond you. You didn’t really have much time to think about anything, your mouth running on its own and leaving your mind to catch up. All you could see is him, him and those orange hues that lit around his muscular frame like a halo. You noticed him avoiding your gaze and you couldn’t help the teasing giggle that left your lips. 

A brow quirked up as he looked at you through his lashes. You only just realized that they were tipped with bits of gold. “There’s nothing you can do,” you said, standing up for the sole purpose of leaning in and whispering, “little pet.”

Those two words triggered something dark inside him. He groaned out, in frustration or excitement - you weren’t sure, and crashed his lips into yours. You wished you could say you resisted at first, but you were melting into his touch immediately. All logic left you and the only thing you can recall from that moment was another rush of lust and desire soaking your panties. You knew you lost your better judgement when you shamelessly moaned into the kiss at the fact that his lips tasted like freshwater and whatever flavour of spicy noodles he was previously eating.  

A rough hand tangled in your hair, tugging on it to pull you off his lips. You whined at the lost contact, surprising even yourself. You only caught a glimpse of his hooded eyes before he latched his lips onto your neck, setting fire to every inch of skin his mouth graced. Those eyes of his held a degree of rage and lusty fury all while little flicks of orange and gold swam within them. Had they always been like that? You never really got time to think about it before Jungkook bit at your flesh, unforgivingly nibbling and tugging only to slobber sweet kisses to soothe the sting. 

Your hands clutched onto his shirt, desperate to recompose even an ounce of your dignity. As if he knew what you were up to, his chuckled, warm breath fanning your skin, prickling you all over with goosebumps. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the sensation, and you were thankful you opted for a skirt rather than jeans this morning, knowing very well that there would’ve been a wet stain near your crotch. 

Jungkook inhaled deeply, parting from your neck to lick the shell of your ear. “You always smell so fucking sexy when you’re horny for me,” he raved. 

“I’m never horny for you,” your pride answered all too quickly. You wanted to add that he was mediocre at best right now, no matter how big of a lie that was too, but couldn’t find the courage after he bit harshly on your collar bone then lapped his tongue over the sting. 

“Don’t lie, pet,” he warned, smugly throwing your word back at you. 

“I’m not your pe- shit!” You gasped when his lips landed on the shallow hollow of your collar bone. You tugged on his shirt once more, tilting your head back as he began to attack it. His kisses were absolutely sinful and you found yourself wanting them all over you as you rolled your hips into his.

Once he was satisfied with the dark mark he left, he slightly pulled back. He opted for moving you around by the grip he had on your hair. It earned him little blissful whines from you that he couldn’t help but laugh at. He yanked your body closer to his chest, your hands now resting on his shoulders as you somehow positioned your crotch over one of his thighs and quickly, shamelessly moved against it. Your actions surprised you as well; you didn’t realize you were this hot for him.

“What were you saying before, my precious pet?” He teased, hovering his pouty lips over yours. His free hand rested upon your ass, gripping and kneading the flesh like he was coaxing the answer out of you. 

You bit your lip in denial of making a single sound. The notion wasn’t lost on him and he used his grip on your ass to halt your movements on his thigh. While you struggled to defy his silent orders, he held your body flush against his, keeping your clothed pussy trapped over his thigh with a single hand. You could feel his semi-hard against your lower belly as he smirked down at you. Had you not been in his grasp or too stubborn, you would’ve smacked that smirk off… with your lips. 

Jungkook yanked at your hair so that you were looking up at him with lips slightly parted and eyes undoubtedly desperate. That was the thing with your eyes; you could never hide your true feelings from them. 

His hot breath fanned over your chin as he muttered, “What happened to those cute little sounds, pet?” It took the last ounce of self control left in you to not to moan at his words. He continued to stare at you for a moment, admiring how, though you’re trying so hard not to show it, needy you were. 

“Open your mouth, baby,” he cooed. 

His voice was gentle enough for you to immediately comply. You parted your lips, looking up at him innocently. Though you knew what was coming next, your pussy clenching around nothing out of mere excitement, you did not pull away. In fact, you stuck your tongue out as he hovered his lips over yours and spat a stringy dollop of saliva into your mouth. It didn’t taste fishy at all, but simply, what you recognized as, him. You gazed into his eyes with lust-charged hate as you swallowed it without a second though. 

He smiled, satisfied, and released your hair to let his hand slide down to your other asscheeks, moving both hands under your skirt now. A little hiss left him as he felt your wetness reach the back of your panties too. “You really are this horny for me, aren’t you, baby?” He questioned as he guided your clothed pusssy against his thigh once more. 

“N-none of this is for you,” you stuttered. You tried to sound annoyed but the little moan in your tone hinted otherwise. 

He nudged his nose on yours, mannerisms shockingly softer than his grips on your ass. “Want another?” He raised a brow. 

When you remained silent, not wanting to admit that you most definitely wanted another wad of his spit in your mouth, he laughed. The corner of his wondrous eyes crinkled and he threw his head back, laughing at your silence. When his gaze met yours again, he bit his lip to subside the rest of his laughter, taking note of your furrowed brows and pouty lips. 

Jungkook seemed to like the challenges you were offering. He slightly tilted his head, eyes suddenly seeming unreadable. It wasn’t like you were paying much attention to his logic anyway, yours long gone by now. No, you were focused on the pleasure, the built up arousal twisting in your lower belly just desperate to be released. You knew your pussy wasn’t usually that sensitive, sometimes finding that you needed to tug on your skin to really get yourself off. But, holy fuck- 

“Jungkook!” You whined all too loudly as he flexed his thigh beneath you. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, tone reaching dangerously cocky levels. You loved it. 

Meek moans and whines poured out of your lips, like his name was the damn that held them back. Your grip on his shirt was sure to leave creases now, as you looked up at him, holding his gaze while you got yourself. You were passed pride now, ready to admit to yourself that you wanted to stare into those golden-brown eyes because, fuck, the simple sight was enough to make you cum.

Jungkook knew it. He knew you were close and squeezed your ass to let you know that. “Does my pretty pet wanna cum?” He lazily asked. The indifference in his tone was strangely enough to make you a slut for him; as if you weren’t already. 

You couldn’t give him the satisfaction, however. You were far too stubborn for that. Breaking your gaze, you threw your head back and shut your eyes. The pleasure was all you wanted to focus on as you got so fucking clo-

“No!” The cry tore from your throat, breaking as it fell from your lips. He took advantage of the grip he had on your ass once more, trapping your pussy on his flexed, muscular thigh. 

“Open,” he ordered.

You glared at him, sticking your tongue out with a huff. He spat another wad in your mouth, smacking your ass as you swallowed. The force jolted your body closer against his, now completely flush against his chest. Fuck, that chest. So strong and firm. You ran your hands up and down his pecs as he spoke. 

“You close your eyes again, and I’ll have you on your knees,” he threatened. You moaned at his words, earned a quirk of his brow. “Fuck, baby, you’re such a slut for me.” 

“When are you going to tell off that shirt?” You asked, the helplessness in your voice surprising you.

“When you ask nicely,” he teased, bringing his hand back down on your ass.

You leaned back just enough to tug on the hem of the loose shirt. He looked at you expectedly, actually believing you’d ask. A smirk found its way on your lips as your hands snuck beneath the cotton to rub up and down his skin. His breath hitched a bit at the contact, making you silently giggle to yourself. It was nice to know you weren’t the only one coming undone to soft touches. 

He kept your hips locked in place, but began to move his thigh under you. You gasped feeling the pleasure build itself back up in your lower belly. Digging your nails gently into his skin, you scratched at his nipples. It seemed you were both rewarding the other for a tease well done as he returned the blissful gesture by quickening the pace of his thigh. 

“J-Jungkook,” you whined, slowly bringing his shirt up higher and higher. His hands left your ass long enough for you to pull his shirt off and you took it as a sign to also be allowed to move again.

Giddy giggles left you as you got what you wanted and more, and you barely had to play nice at all. He was too consumed with getting you off to care, or so you thought. His hands came down on your ass with a force your pussy couldn’t ignore and you were sent into your first orgasm of the hour. 

Jungkook chuckled to himself, watching your jaw clench as high-pitched squeals escaped you and your pussy released all over his pants. The wet mess emitted filthy, slouchy sounds, further imprinting the fabric and filling the space between you two wonderfully. You held his gaze all the same, riding out your high as your nails dug into his pecs. He hissed at the sensation but did nothing to stop it. 

Your rapid rolls over his thigh stuttered against the friction, the pleasure starting to become too much for you. You halted your movement and quivered the last bits of our orgasm out. He peppered your face with little kisses all throughout, and you let him, whimpering for more. 

Jungkook pulled back at your sounds just to flash you a smug smile. He helped you off him, standing you up again. You bit your lip to keep from whining at the loss of contact. Though you did get your release, you were hoping for more. Your eyes, too obviously, flickered between his abs and the bulge in his pants. 

“If you want more, little pet, you’re going to have to strip for me,” he informed you. Jungkook held your fucked out gaze as he swiped a finger over the drenched spot of his pants to scoop up some of your release. You swallowed thickly at the action, watching as he sucked your cum off his finger. 

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” you all but whine as his adam’s apple bobbed. 

His once playful teasing eyes seemed to be getting annoyed. The softness within them switched into something a bit darker. He was done with playing, and it only made you want to play with him even more. 

“I’m waitin- ah,” you gasped as he ripped the buttons off your thin, tight sweater off, exposing that yellow bra of yours that cupped your tits all too well. 

Jungkook towered his slender frame over you. “I don’t have to do anything,” he whispered, hovering his lips over yours. “Strip, little pet.”

You pulled your sweater off. A part of you wanted to reach up and just kiss him again. He was so close you could feel his breath against your parted lips. But, you knew better than to fully challenge that dangerous look in his eye. Your skirt was pushed down next, but you kept your panties on, slightly too embarrassed by the fact that they were sticking to your pussy. Reaching back behind you, you fumbled to unclasp your bra. Jungkook remained silent as he reached a single hand back there and undid it easily. 

You thought it must have regained his composure, the thought slightly pissing you off since you were becoming more and more of a mess by the second. But, the moment your bra fell, he attacked your breasts, burying his face between them. His lips latched onto one of your nipples, tonguing, biting, sucking away at it. One of his hands rested on your hip to keep you steady, while his other gripped at your other tit, massaging the fuck out of it. 

Your hands were lost somewhere in his orange-yellow hair, tugging at the long strands. You moaned his name repeatedly. Shameless and horny, you were loving his attention. “Oh, god, just fuck me,” you sighed. 

He hummed against your nipple. “In a minute, babe,” he muttered between alternating tits, now latching his lips onto your other nipple. 

From his slightly bent over position, you could see his fin lined along his spine. You wondered how it looked in the water, if it flowed within the waves like it did out of them. A hand reached over, gently grazing the ripped, but soft fin with the tips of your fingers. He shuddered against your touch, rolling his shoulders back but didn’t stop his tongue’s attack on your tits. 

You whimpered against him, lightly scratching his scalp with one hand and rubbed up his fin with the other. “Jungkook,” you breathed. You were desperate, needy and in total need of another orgasm. And that was what you kept telling yourself as you stuttered, “p-please, kookie.”

Jungkook froze, mid-suck and looked up at you slowly. “My, my,” he smirked, abandoning your tits and straightening up to his full height once again. Your hand on his fin slid up to his shoulder once more, an action that disappointed him too, his eyes flashing something too needy to be masked by his cocky demeanor. “Begging already, baby?”

You pressed your thighs together, granting yourself the smidgen of friction he was hell-bent on denying you. “That was barely a beg,” you scoffed. 

He shook his head at your words. “Shall we change that?” He lifted your hips before you could even respond and placed you on his desk. You were surprised he could lift you being that you were a grown ass woman and all. 

He spread your legs, groaning quietly to himself at the sight of your cum slick thighs and sticky panties clinging to your folds. Placing a hand to his forehead, he lowered his head and took a deep breath. 

You hated the sudden fear and panic of insecurity that shot through you. However, you couldn’t help but weakly ask, “s-something the matter?”

He nodded, meeting your gaze once more. “Yeah,” he sighed. You felt your heart drop, ready to close your legs when he continued, “those ruined panties haven’t come off yet.” A sigh of relief left you, your momentary panic bringing down all your walls with it as a blush tinted your cheeks. 

Jungkook must’ve liked that sight too because he was proudly smiling to himself. “Let me help you with that, little pet.” He dipped his head between your legs, lapping up the cum that stained your inner thighs too, not too bothered by the slight discolouration of them. 

Your legs were already trembling at the warmth of his mouth. He hooked his arms under both your legs, pulling your pussy closer to his face. Nudging his nose against your clothed clit, he inhaled your sinful scent. “God, this must be a fucking dream,” he muttered more to himself than to you in particular. “You smell even sexier when you fucking cum, babygirl.”

A whimper trickled out of your lips at his words as you gripped onto the edge of the desk. Little did you know that was merely the start of his filth. His mouth engulfed your clothed pussy in a single motion, licking and sucking the cum out of your panties. The hungry groans he made against your heat were boarderline pronographic. You were living for them, rolling your hips into his face relentlessly chasing after your next high. 

Jungkook tsked against your panties as if warning you to behave again, then sunk his teeth into them, catching a bit of your folds too. You cried out his name, your nails scratching at the dark wood beneath you. He watched you intently as he pulled those ruined panties off. You lifted your ass for him a bit and brought your legs together as he leaned back. 

He stood over you once they were off, the piece of clothing still locked in his jaw. Taking them out, he sniffed at them again. You pressed your thighs together once more, mesmerized by the sight before you. “Beautiful,” he rasped. Then he stuffed the wet, balled up panties in his pocket. “Mine now,” he explained, noticing the shock in your eyes. “Just like this pussy.” 

Grabbing your ankles, he pulled you closer to the edge of the desk and spread your legs apart once more. A little blush crept up his neck as the mess before him. He moaned to himself, getting on his knees. You never knew you needed to see a shirtless Jungkook on his knees before. He looked heavenly but his tongue was hellish, licking a clean strip up your folds. You threw your head back as he sucked on your clit. 

“Kookie,” you whimpered, having a lazy hand get lost in his hair again. You weren’t sure how or why you fell into that nickname, but you did and you weren’t planning on stopping. 

He hummed up at you, also accepting the nickname like you’ve been calling him that forever. His tongue swirled around your entrance, teasing - always fucking teasing you. He’d poke the tip of his tongue in only to watch you shudder and immediately clench your walls. His mouth traveled a bit higher halfway through another assault on your clit. 

“Can’t help it,” he muttered before licking at the short hairs a top your pussy. You blushed deeply at his actions. You had hoped he didn’t notice, but now seeing him practically lose himself over it, you felt a bit of pride swell in your chest. 

Jungkook bit at the flesh, tugging the hair with him as he pulled back. He spat on your pubes just to lick it up against the hair again. You gasped, looking down at his filthy actions with pure lust in your eyes. He repeated this action a couple of times, noting how excited it made you then returned to the wetness between your folds. 

“That really turned you on, huh baby?” He questioned watching as more of your wetness pooled out of your entrance. Diving right back in, he lapped up all the new arousal repeating the same flicks of his tongue over and over again. You couldn’t really grasp what the pattern was at first, but then it hit you all at once, forcing you to cry out in approval. He was licking his name against your entrance in Korean and English, poking his tongue into you with the dots of his js. 

“M-marking your territory?” you questioned, trying to sound as confident and composed as he did but your moans kept getting in the way. 

“I’d be drowning in it too if I wasn’t part fish,” he chuckled, fanning his warm breath against you. “Why don’t you prove me wrong, little pet?” His tone hinted that it was more of a suggestion rather than a challenge. “Cum for me.”

You were up for it either way, rolling your hips into his face. Nothing felt as sexy as when the little gills in the hollows of his cheeks brushed up against your inner thighs, slightly quivering at the contact. That unexpected sensation and the way Jungkook began to devour your pussy was enough to shock you into your second orgasm. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” you cried out, moans tumbling out of you endlessly. Your eyes rolled back, head falling back with them as you quivered against his face. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you squealed as you rode your release to the end. 

Jungkook flattened his tongue, letting you get yourself off on him. Once he was sure you finished spasming on his tongue, noting how your thighs started to squeeze his face as they came together, he flicked his tongue back into action. He lapped up your cum, swallowing every ounce of what you’d given him. 

Sensitive and gasping for air, you attempted to weakly push his face off of you. It was an impossible task. He was too strong and too consumed with the task at hand, slurping your juices, unfazed and unbothered. 

“Kookie… I… fuck,” you squealed, closing your legs around his face. He was practically suffocating against your pussy as he drank you up.

He suddenly, and very easily, pushed your legs apart as if you hadn’t just been using all your strength to close them. He got up, face glistening with a mixture of his saliva and your cum. He looked like a fucking goldfish god with his hair all tossel from your grip and face all smeared of your cunt. You wanted to clean it all up for him, but he wouldn’t give you a chance yet. 

His thumbs slid into his waistband about to push his pants down when he caught a glimpse of you. You were looking all fucked out, trembling from the remnants of your last orgasm, legs curled up into your chest. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he whispered, all hints of playfulness and teasing threats gone from his tone. He almost sounded sincere, almost sounded like he actually meant all those things he said, like it wasn’t all just words thrown in the heat of the moment. 

You were panting quietly, not exactly sure what to say to that. You felt like you were saved by the exposure of his cock (on many levels) and pushed all thoughts away until you were back to your normal, rational state of mind. 

His cock was huge, veiny, and leaking precum, desperate for some contact. You shakily slid off the desk, fully prepared to get on your knees for him and give his heavenly cock the attention it deserved. But Jungkook tsked at you, nodding his head back to the desk. 

“Back on the desk, babygirl,” he grunted as he began to pump himself using the precum collected on his pink tip. 

You leaned against the edge of the desk for some stability, swallowing thickly at the sight of his veiny hand around his veiny cock. Licking your lips, you met his gaze shyly as if silently asking him to reconsider. 

Jungkook smirked, slightly buckling his hips into his hand. He gave himself a couple more pumps then set his hands on your hips to lift you back up on the desk again. “Be a good girl and I might consider letting you wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock next time,” he promised with a smile all too sweet for you to challenge. 

“Next time?” You meekly questioned. 

He positioned himself between your legs, that giddy smile still etched on his lips. He slapped his cock against your wet pussy a couple of times, making you whimper his name, before replying, “just behave, little pet, and you can have my cock down your throat anytime you want.” He then, without much further warning, sunk his cock into your entrance, hissing at the tightness. 

“J-Jungkook,” you sighed, only now just realizing how fucking badly you really needed him to fill you up. Tears pricked your eyes at the pure blissful sensation of his cock stretching you out so fucking good. 

Noticing your tears, he halted all movement. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, concern laced in his tone.

You shook your head immediately, all but begging, “keep going, please. Fuck, please kookie.” 

He let out a sigh of relief and continued to sink into you until he bottomed out. You gasped, holding his gaze while your nails dug into his shoulders. He flashed you a golden smile before pulling out and ramming back into you at a sinful pace. 

 “S-so b-ig,” you choked out between harsh thrusts. 

His face was contoured with pleasure, nose scrunched and brows furrowed in too cute of a way that you would’ve never even guessed he liked it this rough. “Ah-yah,” he gasped, overtaken by the clench of your cunt’s walls. “Tightest cunt I’ve had.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He complied with little complaints and you leaned your forehead against his. Noses brushing, breath exchanging, Jungkook fucked you into the desk with such force, he jolted it back a bit with each thrust. You tilted your head enough to kiss his gills and whine against them. A smile graced his lips at the contact and he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. You peppered each gill with kitten licks, then soft kisses despite how rough he was fucking you. 

Your arms moved around his back, practically hugging him. Shaky hands found his fin again and tightly gripped onto it. He buried his face in your hair, evading his senses with the floral scent of your hair, and groaned out little praises in your ear. You bit at his shoulder, subsiding your moans into his skin. You knew you weren’t exactly behaving, leaving little marks on his shoulder, but you also knew Jungkook was too engrossed with how your cunt gripped on his cock to care too much. 

All rough kisses and bites  on his shoulder came to a crashing halt, however, when he hit that spot deep within you. “Jungkook!” You shreeched, throwing your head back. He hit it again and again. Each time he hit it harder and rougher, coaxing you closer and closer to your release. 

You rested your forehead against his again, wanting to stare into his eyes when you came all over his cock this time. “There, there,” you encouraged, moving your hips up to meet his. The entire room returned the quick slaps of skin on skin in faint echoes, reminding you just how filthy this was. 

“Your close, aren’t you, little pet?” Jungkook asked as your cunt tightened around him. “Wanna cum, babygirl?”

You nodded your head eagerly, toes curling as that knot in your lower abdomen twisted in ways you weren’t completely familiar with. 

“Beg.”

“W-what?”

He chuckled and smacked your ass. You gasped, gawking at him in disbelief. “Beg.” he ordered. “I won’t repeat myself again.”

You squealed in frustration. “P-please Jungkook,” you started. “Your cock is so big… just wanna cum all over it. I- ah, I need to cum. Please, just please let me cum, kookie. Please!” 

“Cream on this cock, babygirl,” he growled in approval. 

You unraveled all you had to give him, cumming on his cock as he continued to ram into you in an unforgiving pace. You held his gaze all the while, shrieking moans and trembling whines escaping you. Your eyes slightly rolled back, mouth hung open as you tried your best to maintain eye contact. 

“Ah, fuck! You- you’re so fucking sexy when you cum, baby.” He gasped, thrusts getting sloppier. 

Though you were being overstimulated once again and felt the blissful burning of your after-high start to creep up on you, you still talked Jungkook into his orgasm. “Please fill me up, kookie,” you started, but never really got to finish as that was all it took for him to release ropes of white within you. 

You ground your hips into his as he buried himself deep in you. His brows knitted together, eyes just as needy as yours, cumming deep inside you. You knew he was cumming a lot just from how full you felt, but his cock was so huge, fitting your cunt just right, that it plugged all his cum in you, no remove for leaks. 

You circled your hips into his as he gasped for air, panting his hot breath over your face. “You’re so handsome when you cum,” you whispered, filter completely gone by now. 

Jungkook huffed a little smirk. He nudged his nose against yours before placing a gentle kiss against your lips. It was all over, the heat of the moment, the need for a release. Still, you kissed him back like it was a normal pastime. His tongue played with yours and you let him. It was like you two already had a routine of rough sex and intimate aftercare. And, shockingly enough, you didn’t find that off-putting at all. In fact, you realized you could actually get used to this, used to him like this. 

He pulled away, gasping once again. You joined him this time, slowly untangling yourself from him. You hadn’t even felt him soften inside you, practically just as big as when he was hard. You both gazed down at his cock, watching as he pulled it out to find it coated in a mixture of your cum, completely creamed. The cum plugged within your cunt came pouring out in thick glopes all over your graded paper. 

“Shit,” you whispered, watching your paper being ruined. “Now, that’s never going to the professor,” you huffed, looking up at him again. 

He bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck. “About that,” he began. “That’s actually not your real grade.”

A mixture of confusion and rage clouded your once sex-blown gaze. “What?”

“I may have given you another copy of your paper with a crappy grade just to get under your skin,” he confessed. He rested his hands on your thighs, rubbing them gently as if trying to calm you down. 

It worked. 

You raised a brow up at him. “Were you trying to get me naked?” 

Jungkook blushed, softly chuckling. “That was just as wonderful a surprise to me as it was to you.”

You held his gaze for a moment, finding comfort in the silence and his cute smile. “It was wonderful,” you muttered. 

“No one has touched my fin or gills like that,” he suddenly said, a blush tinting the tips of his ears. 

“Like this?” You asked as you leaned in to stroke his fin and kiss his gills once more. 

His hands found their place on your bruised hips and he hummed, “mhm,” before peppering your neck with sloppy kisses again. “Now get that pretty ass of yours off my desk.” He lifted you up only for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He laughed at your childish antics, holding you up by a newfound grip on your ass. “Come on, (Y/N),” he chuckled. 

You pulled back only a bit with a pouty smile playing on your lips. “Make me,” you whined. 

Jungkook smirked. “As you wish, little pet.”

[shinjaeha]

ipytm ep 3 (thoughts + spoilers)

this is going to be a tough post for me to do bc honestly...this ep just left me feeling so run down. i know that the cast and crew have always strived for realism and authenticity with this series, but this one was just a lot to take in :/ my thoughts are gonna be even more all over the place than usual but idec at this point. having to rewatch this ep again is really fucking hard (even harder than itsay ep 4 bc even though that makes my heart ache, i still feel some sense of satisfaction from the development we get...this just leaves me feeling defeated in every way).

you know the drill: not an analysis, just me ranting as usual bc free therapy (and boy do i need it after this one)!! i had so many feelings watching this ep (esp towards teh but what’s new), so here goes.

we begin with the drama students rehearsing for jai’s new play, and the introduction of the plum wine which will be the recurring motif in this whole ep. the use of the plum wine in this also kind of reminds me of how teh initially disliked coconuts until he started falling in love with oh-aew and started to like them instead...i’m guessing that’s the parallel they’re trying to draw with the plum wine comparison in this.

teh’s having a hard time getting into character (which we already know from last ep was always going to be one of the toughest challenges for him as an actor). his character in the play is supposed to have a sex scene, but he’s struggling with this bc he can’t put himself in his character (akin’s) shoes, so jai ends rehearsals early.

jai gives them all logbooks which he basically wants them to treat as diaries where they’ll write everything they feel/learn and hand it back to him (he’ll be the only one reading them). ngl this already had me feeling kind of yikes (esp now as i rewatch this knowing how everything went down) since jai already has inside knowledge about teh’s feelings on his relationship with oh-aew which he can take advantage of :/ more on that later though...

it’s sad to me that so much time has passed since teh’s argument with khim and he's STILL avoiding her. khim was someone that he respected immensely (and was such a great mentor for him) so it just sucks to see that their relationship has deteriorated so much since the first two eps. teh might have had his reconciliation moment with oh-aew last ep, but there’s still a lot that he’s not ready or willing to address yet.

i understand that teh’s just encouraging jai about his work when he tells him to stop having others comment on it, but at the same time, i disagree with him bc i think it IS important to get other peoples’ opinion about your work. how else will you ever be able to see things from other perspectives if you don’t?

anyway, teh tells jai he’s seeing a play, and jai asks teh if he’s bringing oh-aew...the look on teh’s face is telling enough that things aren’t going great between them (at least on his end). this brings us to the logbook scene, where teh’s homework for the day is to write about the similarities and differences between himself and his character in the play. this gets teh to reflect on how he feels his relationship with oh-aew is changing, or specifically, how oh-aew seems to be changing so much that teh feels like he’s becoming someone else entirely...and does that mean that he still loves him the same?

i feel like this is a fairly common issue with people that have been in a relationship for a while (and this is their third year together now), so i understand how teh might start having doubts. it’s nothing that oh-aew’s done, it’s just that sometimes all these small changes can keep mounting up to the point that they feel much bigger than they actually are. oh-aew’s really just doing what everyone else does, which is grow and change as they get older, but teh’s still stuck in the past trying to hold onto what they used to have instead of evolving with oh-aew. the way teh picks at all these little changes of oh-aew does make me think that he’s self-sabotaging himself. he’s just so afraid and insecure that oh-aew will change so much he leaves him, that he has to nitpick at reasons why oh-aew’s the one that’s growing away from him (though when we watch the whole ep we know that that’s not the case at all). it’s like a ‘if i push him away first, then he won’t push me away’ sort of self-defence mechanism. either way, teh’s a constant overthinker...and he’s always been his own biggest enemy since the start, so it makes perfect sense to me that he would do this to himself here too.

i know that they’ve been together for years at this point, so things are not quite as exciting as they used to be, but it hurts to see oh-aew be so happy about getting an A for his class, and teh be so unenthused about it. oh-aew has to basically beg teh to give him attention and praise. remember when teh used to get so worried when oh-aew did badly in chinese class...and now it’s like whatever to him just bc he’s not tutoring him/they’re not in the same major anymore :((( i know it’s prob both bc teh’s still hurting that oh-aew transferred majors, and from seeing oh-aew succeed while he feels like he’s failing, but still...

also, not inviting him to see the play with him bc he thought oh-aew wouldn’t be interested/oh-aew kept falling asleep whenever they saw plays together ;;; i get the reasoning from both povs, but it still is nice to be asked :(

so one thing i have to say about the progression of their relationship here is that i just feel this huge disconnect from last ep and this ep?? i know it’s bc of the time skip (since it’s a year later basically), but to go from the end of ep 2, where they’re promising to love each other forever, and then to teh feeling disillusioned/as though he’s falling out of love with oh-aew basically right after that?? it’s so jarring. i feel like we lose so much with these time skips bc the transition from ep 2 to ep 3 is never really shown, so there’s this lack of flow there. like we’ve skipped a step entirely and something’s missing. this is the disadvantage of only focussing on one year per ep since there’s not enough time to explore as much character and relationship development when we’re only seeing an hour long snippet of an entire year. it just makes things feel superficial since so much of what we should be seeing is missing...and we basically have to fill in all the gaps ourselves.

okay, back to oh-aew ranting to his friends about how he feels like his relationship with teh is fading away bc they don’t have the same interests anymore, but also wondering if that’s just normal for long-term relationships. bless that boy that came to ask oh-aew for his ig :’) at least he knows that he’s wanted and has options, even if he obv turns him down bc of teh (for now).

plug and mangpong are dating!!!!!!! and mangpong does a horrible job of trying to hide it 😂 sidenote, but i love the way pp delivers lines sometimes (like the “just shocked”), he’s so cute. plug and mangpong’s legs touching...and the wave of nostalgia that came over me (and oh-aew) during that ;;; oh-aew seeing their blossoming relationship would make him reminisce back to his own experience of falling in love with teh...when everything was still so fluttery and new. so when teh texts him about using his car to help jai move, he looks happy. like he wants to rekindle those feelings again too.

that being said, it’s kind of sad to me how even jai shows more interest in oh-aew’s major than teh (when he asks him for his opinion on how to get people interested in his play). oh-aew’s got some good ideas and is more than willing to help (esp since he wants to connect and find a common interest with teh again). also, just bc oh-aew doesn’t want to be an actor anymore doesn’t mean that he’s completely uninterested in it. god, watching this part again hurts bc oh-aew looks so happy and optimistic. he worked so hard to help teh (and jai) only for them to betray him like that. it made me mad originally, but now it just breaks my heart :(

jai’s running acting classes again for his play, and this time it’s a workshop to help them tap into their feelings. it’s like an intimacy exercise where they give one another consent to touch certain body parts. teh is still struggling a lot with this. i think teh craves intimacy, but as he doesn’t feel that connection in his personal life to oh-aew anymore, so it’s difficult for him to draw on his experiences. he can’t even remember the first time he had sex with oh-aew properly anymore. as usual, teh’s too in his own head to just go with the flow and ~feel things (which isn’t new since teh’s had problems with this since itsay), but it’s def something that he’ll need to learn how to do if he wants to become an actor. he’s trying, but the fact that he can’t get to that place makes him feel even more insecure than ever that he might never be able to get there. imo one of the reasons teh works so hard, and is as driven and ambitious as he is, is that he’s afraid that he’ll never be good enough. he puts so much pressure on himself, and the issue with that is that he’ll never be able to live up to his expectations that way.

teh is also very much alone now. oh-aew has his group of friends to talk to about his relationship with teh, but teh just has jai at this point. he’s pushed khim away...and he and oh-aew aren’t communicating effectively (which is also why they’re on SUCH different wavelengths in terms of where their relationship is at), so there’s literally only jai for him to talk to about all his relationship issues. and to me at least, jai seems to have ulterior motives (particularly when you consider that the subject matter of his play is pretty much the same thing that teh’s going through rn). it’s times like this when i do feel kind of bad for teh, but then again, he brought this upon himself the way that he almost always does...and it leaves me frustrated instead.

jai kissing his professor though...also their conversation?? i have QUESTIONS...

that whole interaction with teh when jai catches him spying on him and the professor was SO awkward. idk what it is about teh but i have never encountered a character that has given me as much secondhand embarrassment as he does. when he starts touching the bars and avoiding eye contact i just- why, teh why?????

moving on, i’m thinking there’s prob more to that scene that we don’t know about bc jai’s shifty like that...but it’s purpose is also to shift teh’s perception of jai. before this, he pretty much just saw jai as his friend and mentor, but seeing him kiss someone else pushes him to think of jai in another less platonic light. like the first spark of attraction.

the both of them go to see the mime show (babymime), and i know that the point of this is so teh can learn to just feel and let go the way that the mimes in this play do, but idk it’s just kind of funny to me the contrast between the last scene and this one. 

the leg touching scene again but this time with teh and jai...thanks, i hate it :/// 

teh’s already feeling like he and oh-aew’s interests are making them drift apart, so by connecting with jai, it’s that initial feeling of attraction that he used to feel with oh-aew all those years ago. jai is that cool senior that he respects...he’s goal-oriented and has so much in common with him (in a way that he feels that oh-aew doesn’t anymore), so it doesn’t altogether surprise me that teh latches onto jai in this way. esp when all their conversations revolve around what teh’s most passionate about, and what dreams they’re striving towards in the future.

it doesn’t surprise me bc teh’s affections shifted in a similar way from tarn to oh-aew when he was first starting to realise his feelings for oh-aew too (though at least he and tarn were never officially dating during that time...)

there’s a genuineness to the way teh praises and encourages jai that isn’t there when he’s doing the same to oh-aew :( and that coupled with teh lying to oh-aew about him having dinner with jai while oh-aew is at home, completely oblivious, painstakingly photoshopping his boyfriend’s face on the poster of the play TO HELP TEH instead of doing his own uni work, makes me so fucking upset for oh-aew.

it’s interesting to see how different their personalities are even when it comes to something as simple as the way they read their texts. oh-aew is so ready to accept whatever teh tells him at face value, but teh overthinks everything to the point where he jumps to a certain conclusion in his head about it instead.

but yeah, it’s just really tough to see oh-aew try so hard for teh, only to see teh do nothing back for oh-aew in return. there’s only so much one side can give. it’s the absolute lack of effort on teh’s part to even try to make things work with oh-aew that is the most frustrating thing of all. oh-aew is carrying their entire relationship rn and it makes me feel all “and for what?? why should he even bother??” about it.

sneaking to sit at the river with jai is like this forbidden, new experience, so it just enhances that feeling of attraction that teh is already feeling towards jai. and esp when he starts telling him about his previous relationship with james, the significance of the plum wine, and how jai ended up breaking up with him. since it’s reflective of teh’s own experiences atm (even in how he kind of self-sabotages himself to push people/oh-aew away first), he clearly takes it to heart. and it makes him want to do an even better job since the play is an autobiographical one for jai. not to mention, teh supposedly being the only one that jai told his story to makes him feel ‘special’......and we all know how teh likes feeling as though he’s special to someone. you can see it in how dejected he is when he thinks jai only told him his story bc he wanted him to get into character better, but perks up the moment jai says he actually told him bc teh’s been doing such a good job (and to encourage him). like i mentioned before, teh’s already feeling vulnerable and isolated from everybody else, so hearing any sort of praise (and esp when it’s from someone that he looks up to as much as jai), is going to pull him in.

when they were hiding from the security guard i was like ughhh i know where this is heading and i. don’t. like. it........

the problem is that i know where teh stands on this. like i know that there’s some attraction on his end. but i don’t know where jai stands. is he intentionally manipulating teh’s feelings for his play? is there any sincerity there? i think it’s obvious that he can tell teh is attracted to him from the glance that they share in this scene, but i can’t get a handle on what he actually wants (which i guess is the point of making his character as mysterious as it is but still). and if he can tell, and he doesn’t actually like teh back in that way, it makes the end scene even more yikes imo.

hmmm teh lying in the pool trying to recreate that feeling right before their first kiss when the both of them just let everything go and sank down into the water. that’s how you KNOW the next scene is supposed to be angsty...bc just like how their first underwater kiss had a sense of sadness to it bc they were hiding, their first (on screen) sex scene has that same sense of sadness, only this time it’s bc teh’s using his attraction to jai/his method actor desire to get into character to fuel the sex instead of bc he genuinely just wants to have sex with oh-aew. and if his reasoning for the sex is bc of that, then his task to recreate their first sexual experience will never live up to the actual first time they had sex (when they BOTH wanted it, and there were no other factors involved).

that’s not to say i don’t think teh doesn’t love oh-aew anymore. i think that there HAS to be some level of love still there amidst all of the confusion, but it feels a lot more like he’s testing his love/attraction to oh-aew during this scene (sort of like how he did with tarn in itsay) than a proper ‘love scene’. like he’s trying to reconfirm his feelings, whilst using oh-aew as inspiration for his role at the same time. it makes my heart ache that this is the first love scene we get from them this series, and it’s marred by the context of what we know is going on in teh’s head. like i said, it’s this permeating sadness throughout...and just knowing that oh-aew has absolutely NO IDEA what’s going on with teh and why he suddenly wants to have sex makes it worse. oh-aew’s been trying to make things work, and in his mind, teh spontaneously coming over like this prob makes him think that things are getting better between them since this is also the closest thing to teh showing any sort of initiative to work on their relationship in this ep so far...

and that’s not also taking away how beautifully this whole scene is shot. i’ve always loved the way that teh and oh-aew play and flirt with each other (bkpp’s chemistry is honestly unparalleled!!) so it was nice to see them be kind of playful before they started kissing again (if you ignore how sad this scene really is). i LOVE the inter-splicing between their first time on the beach and the present. the way the score swells, and little moments where you can see their feet and fingers interlocked on the beach. it gives you such a visceral visual (and totally takes me back to itsay days when that sort of imagery was used a lot more). i just hate that since we know the truth, this scene is more uncomfortable than satisfying despite how nicely shot it is.

i wish we got more domestic moments from them. i know their relationship has sort of grown past those initial moments of flirtation, but it truly makes me sad that we don’t get to see more of them as a couple in general in ipytm. moments like this where they’re lying in bed cuddling each other are so few and far between that i always feel like i have to cherish every little fleeting piece of fluff that i can get. even if idek if this can really be called fluff since the context sort of ruins it.

oh-aew’s still got his heart attack bag :’)))

he was soooooo happy when he met up with his friends 😭 but also, how the hell is it possible for teachers to move deadlines up like that. i FEEL that panic... poor oh-aew...

teh’s in rehearsals again and this time he’s wearing his moon shirt which...i do NOT need those ep 3 itsay vibes rn when i was already dreading this last ten minutes with everything i have in me :((( but anyway, jai’s brought plum wine to class and we know that teh doesn’t usually drink, but he does this time. he tells teh that the taste will change over time (it symbolises the ageing of the relationship process), and teh says it’s a pity he won’t get to taste it next time since jai wants to go abroad to study. then teh tells him he’s worked on the acting exercise and wants to try it out with jai, and i feel like we all knew where it was going to go from here.........

they really had to hammer it in with him missing oh-aew’s call too huh :/

as soon as they started the touching/intimacy exercise again i was just waiting for the catch. even on this rewatch i’m still sitting here chanting “don’t do it teh don’t do it” knowing full well that he kisses jai and there’s no changing that. but then when they cut to oh-aew walking up the stairs with the posters and you hear just how much time he’s sacrificed to help teh/jai on this...sacrificing time EVEN NOW just to go over to their uni to give them the posters when he has a presentation due tomorrow that he and his friends still haven’t finished working on...it’s just heartbreaking knowing what he’s going to end up walking in on.

whether it’s itsay or ipytm, teh’s default state is confusion. so while i think that there’s a certain amount of attraction towards jai there of course, i kind of get the feeling that he’s confusing his feelings of connection with jai (bc of their shared interests and passion) with him falling in love with jai. i feel like his attraction to jai reminds him of what it was like when he was first attracted to oh-aew, and since things have changed so much between him and oh-aew, it’s like he wants to recreate and capture that feeling again with jai (which is also why he wears the moon shirt...he wore that during itsay ep 3 beach scene, which was the moment when the attraction really started to burn between him and oh-aew). he can’t feel that same spark with oh-aew anymore, so he transfers his feelings to jai since, at this point in time, he feels closer to jai than anyone else. instead of growing alongside oh-aew, it’s like he’s choosing to revert back to a time when he was happier.

we know that teh has always been the type of person that will act on his impulses when he feels them. that’s WHY it was so hard to watch...bc i knew while watching that last scene, he was never going to restrain himself or put a stop to those feelings bleeding over into action. and esp not when it could benefit him in some way with his acting too.

in the end, it just makes me so devastated for oh-aew. and i really hope that he doesn’t let this go bc he thinks it’s just teh method acting or getting into character or whatever...i know that teh’s feeling a lot of conflicting things rn, but that’s not an excuse. he really fucked this one up.

the thing is, it’s not that i don’t think teh is capable of acting this way (i’ve seen a few people say that this is ooc for him, but it really isn’t? this confusion and impulsiveness has always been a part of his character from the very start...he was always the one that had the most trouble dealing with his feelings out of the two of them), but the time skips don’t do him any favours bc we lose all those moments that take him to what he’s currently feeling. when we don’t have those moments, then it’s a lot harder to sympathise with him. in itsay, bc we always knew how teh got from point a to point b, even if he did frustrating/silly things, i always understood where he was coming from. i always felt for him. i GOT his struggles, which was why i was always able to empathise with what he was going through. in ipytm, he just comes off as unlikeable bc of how superficial his feelings seem (from what we’re being shown on screen at least).

falling out of love with your significant other/starting to feel things for someone else is obv a fairly common experience, so i don’t blame teh for FEELING like this, but it’s how he treats oh-aew throughout this that doesn’t sit right with me. even if you feel like you’re falling out of love with someone, or that they’ve changed since the first time you fell in love with them, you’d think there’d be some motivation to at least TRY to make things work with them before giving up. we never see that from teh at all. instead, he just see him becoming infatuated with jai (so we barely see teh/oh-aew together in the first place). and while i can see now that a lot of this is due to his own insecurities and inadequacies, it’s also just so disrespectful to oh-aew who's the one that we see putting in all this time and effort (it calls back to their whole “don’t give my time to others” scene in itsay bc we see oh-aew giving so much of his time to teh through helping him out with his play, while teh’s giving that time that should be for oh-aew to jai now). no matter his reasoning, watching teh act that way towards oh-aew does make it increasingly hard to root for him. there’s just too big a disparity in how the two of them choose to act and devote their time to their relationship.

what’s frustrating is that in itsay, teh would fuck up but he would always try to make amends with oh-aew in some way. he would always come forward to try to sort things out after...but there’s nothing here. even after their dinner fight in ep 2, it’s OH-AEW that reaches out to him first (even though it’s teh’s fault that they fought in the first place). where’s that boy that dressed up in his old school uniform in order to talk to oh-aew at his school? or made a whole chinese idioms scrapbook for oh-aew? or gave up his uni admission for oh-aew? i understand that characters and motivations change (and he was obv hopped up on his first love with oh-aew at the time), but it’s just really, really sad to see teh keep messing up and not even try to meet oh-aew halfway with this. yes, you can fuck up, but there are only so many times you can keep fucking up before it starts to look more like a pattern of shitty behaviour than a few forgivable missteps.

another issue is that there’s been so much focus on teh and his flaws that a lot of the time oh-aew comes off as a side character to teh’s story. previously, i understood that since teh was grappling with his sexuality. it made sense that his journey was the primary focus of the plot and character development. but i always felt that there was more room to explore oh-aew’s story (and i thought that we would get a lot more of that in ipytm...esp after ep 1), but it just feels like we kind of skimmed past all of oh-aew’s growth and struggles adjusting to bangkok/uni life so we could turn the attention back to teh again. i just hate that we never get to see more of how oh-aew’s changed in teh’s eyes (other than the surface level things like his hair, new car and major), and that we never get to see more of oh-aew’s life when it’s not related to teh in general. i hope that we’ll get more of oh-aew in the last two eps, but i really don’t know what they’ll give us anymore.

at this point, i don’t even want them as endgame anymore given everything that’s happened in the recent ep. and it pains me so much to say that bc teh/oh-aew are so immensely important to me, but they’re just in such different places in life. and teh esp has so much more growing to do (i think i said this last week too? teh...). oh-aew deserves to be with someone that can see his worth as he is (that won’t cheat on him for one!!). i just want him to be with someone that can make him happy. what i wanted most for them out of this was for the two of them to grow to a better place (together and as individuals), and while i still want that for them as individuals, it’s hard for me to want them to be happy together anymore. at least for the time being.

i’m kind of at a loss for how they’re gonna work through this (and i genuinely want oh-aew to be able to explore his options too...particularly with someone that will actually treat him better than teh’s treating him atm). so at this point it’s kind of looking to me like a break up is inevitable? but i do think it’s necessary  for both of them rn. i feel so heartbroken about it though...like ipytm is actually making ME go through the breakup...breaking up with all my beloved itsay teh/oh-aew memories :((( anyway, i think a break up is also conveniently the best time to put a time skip tbh...so we’ll see if that does end up happening now in future eps.

this one took such a long time to write up bc i wrote like a quarter of this RIGHT after i finished watching the ep (so you can clearly tell which parts were me right after the ep, and which parts were me after i had some time to sit on what happened 😂), but i thought it was best to take a bit of a break. i didn’t rewatch it again until i calmed down a little and sorted out my thoughts some more (though i know this is still pretty messy). but yeah, i’m still very much interested in watching how they things are going to progress from here...but i can’t deny how sad i’ve been feeling after this.

[jellyluchi]

La Squadra x Desi (South Asian) Reader (gender neutral)

A/N: I thought this would be cute and funny since I don’t see a lot of south asian centered content about jojo in general! I hope desi and non-desi jojo fans alike enjoy these hcs and if there’s something about desi culture you’d like to know more about I’d love to answer!

Risotto

- My first thought with him was that he starts wearing a lungi around the house as soon as he finds out what they are

- starts using gamucha for his workouts! they’re really convenient

- Loves to hear you sing in your language! Desi ballad music sounds beautiful to him especially coming from you!

- Is willing to try desi food and will not complain about the curry smell at all, won’t mind that you eat with your hands

- He loves spicy food so he most likely enjoys any curry but especially loves how spicy vindaloo

- willing to watch bollywood movies with you just to spend time together

- If you ask him to learn your language he’ll be happy to, won’t even ask you to learn his unless you really want to

- your family would probably be scared as hell of him and the aunties might talk behind your back but he pays no mind. They eventually like how polite and helpful he is.

- overall, indulges in your culture as much as you want him to! He’d also be happy to share his culture should you be interested

Prosciutto

- He probably asked you to learn Italian so he thinks it’s only fair he learns some of your language as well

- gets suuuper into the cuisine, he loves the beef curry and even though it’s a bit basic he loves biriyani lol (especially kacchi! the beef is so tender)

- gets into desi hair oils lol

- might judge you just a bit at first when you eat with your hands but not for long

- he loves classic noir films and that means in any language so he’d enjoy bengali noir but not much bollywood

- complains that curry stained his finger nails yellow lol also might complain about the house smelling like curry too so he makes sure there’s a lot of ventilation

- like to learn desi recipes with you! finds the flavors intriguing and may even help you cook your fav desi food

- fits in with you family the most out of them all, he is THE typical desi auntie already criticizing everything and everyone all the time lol so he’d get along with them fine. They’d like how good he is with house chores and how he always tells you to be responsible. Smokes with the uncles and gets into their heated political debates

- will buy you traditional clothing that you like, probs likes to see you in panjabi, saree whatever you prefer 

- asks you to ask your family about skincare, especially anti aging remedies lmaooo

Pesci

- is actually quite excited to learn your language! in fact, he might bring it up first because he thinks it’s a great bonding activity and he’s intrigued

- lovesss the fish curry dishes the most and wants to learn about fishing culture from your country

- doesn’t mind you eating with your hands and gets you to teach him as well

- loves mishti!! rasgolla, rasmalai, barfi, sandesh, lassi you name it as a milk lover he’d like almost any desi sweets since they’re all made from milk

- doesn’t much understand bollywood and finds it a bit ridiculous but will watch it if you like it

- another person who likes desi ballads, if you sing to him he’ll melt and thinks your voice is the sweetest! is also into just vibing with the music on

- I hate to say it, but aunties will most likely judge him for how he looks : ( but they’ll soon realize he’s actually super sweet and might dote on him. Probably gets intimidated by uncles but it’s alright he gets along with your cousins the best!

- also uses gamucha when working out and uses it during hot days when fishing as well!

Formaggio

- only wants to learn swear words in your language LOL and only teaches you italian swear words

- desi cuisine is pretty good to him but he absolutely LOVES the street food the most

- fuchka, pani puri, chatpati, whatever it is he’ll eat it, the spicier the better. Will challenge you to fuchka eating contest lol

- also likes paneer! hey he’s gonna like cheese in every culture lol

- at last, a person who actually gets into bollywood for real. He loves the drama, comedy, ridiculous action, even the songs!

- gets into bollywood dancing too like literally will go off in the living room dancing to the Dhoom soundtrack with you

- loudly comments when watching bollywood and sometimes enjoys the cheesy romance lmfao

- Your family will know he’s the thug immediately I’m sorry, but my be able to charm them with how much spirit he has when enjoying a good desi function

- another one who smokes with the uncles and also another one who enjoyes wearing lungi at home

- may want to hear your language slip out in bed haha

Melone

- absolutely intrigued by your culture and asks you the most questions about it out of all of them!

- gets into desi astrology lol he probably didn’t know a lot of modern astrology is borrowed from a history of astrology in south asia

- another one who wants to learn how to eat with his hands! He thinks it’s fun and different and likes it better than using utensils

- another person who also likes the sweets! but he gets into desserts like pitha, patishapta, kheer the most

- Also like biriyani quite a lot when it comes to savory food

- doesn’t get into bollywood films but loves the music a whole lot! catch him dancing to saki saki in your living room lol

- another one who also loves traditional wear and thinks you look sexy in it

- gets into desi natural skincare products and remedies, he’s got a bunch of vicks vapo rub and inidian healing clay bottles lmfaoo

- at first your family might get creeped out by him but then finds out his background in biology and immediately asks why didn’t you also become a doctor KJBSDSD chats with the aunties the most!

- asks your grandma and aunties for their skincare secrets

Illuso

- Probably thinks you speaking your language is beautiful and would get into how poetic it is, probably believes it’s a language of love just as much as any European language

- Also likes the spicy food! but mostly loves paratha because of how versatile it is and because it’s like a pastry that you can eat with anything

- might need to get used to eating with hands but eventually likes it more than he realized he would

- actually appreciates bollywood for what it is, genuinely gets into the drama an might even get secretly emotional at the sad stories

- actually has favorite bollywood movies too

- immediately goes to gossip with the aunties they’re surprised at how tall he is but also how much he already knows??

- he’s also polite with your family and they really like his height and compliments him on it that boosts his ego lmfao

- another one that gets into desi hair oils, probably swears by coconut and amla oil now

- also gets into desi fashion himself along with you he genuinely thinks its stylish

Ghiaccio

- demands to know your language and also demands you learn perfect italian, if you’re looking for a linguistic debate buddy in your partner he’s right there

- actually not that partial to desi food and may think italian food is better but he indulges in lentil type dishes (probably like daal makhni a lot)

- yeah he’s another one who would look at you strange for eating with hands but doesn’t mind it eventually when you tell him your culture

- WILL scream at how ridiculous some bollywood films are and how he doesn’t get the humor it’ll get even funnier if you watch desi soap operas and he starts talking about the gfx and sound effects

- but actually loves watching whatever with you because he likes spending time like that

- will listen to you rant in your language without understanding anything but still nod along and agree, you’ll probs do it when he’s ranting in italian lolol

- likes to play desi music out loud when you’re going for a long drive he likes how it creates a serene ambiance it helps him calm down

- yet another gamucha user, he’s skeptical about using it at first but loves how it feels on his skin after a goo workout

- don’t let him hear the aunties gossip he might quip back something rude and absolutely do NOT let him debate with the uncles it’ll turn ugly fast, just try to keep him calm in a desi function lol he might get along with cousins as well!

[sorry I couldn’t add sorbet and gelato i’m not yet sure about their characteristics :( ]

[hongism]

ateez kinks - all members (s)

compiled list of ateez kinks here woot woot

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Park Seonghwa

definite kinks

sir/master kink - for sure for sure for sure hands down i am here to spread the dom seonghwa agenda. ahem. mans has a sir/master kink for sure. would call you kitten any day of the week, say stuff like “does kitten like being a needy little mess for sir?”, “kitten, you need to use your words for master” and more. would ask to get you chokers and collars. that’s all. thank you.

breath play (giving) - going along with the chokers, i think seonghwa would be super into a bit of choking here and there as well, esp when he’s feeling hard dom (bc i think he switches between hard and soft dom depending on the occasion and such) yea so breath play yes

finger sucking (giving) - lowkey a size kink/dominance thing for him, i think he’d love to see his fingers filling up your mouth especially if you’re on your knees too it would just turn him on sO much

ice play (giving) - i said it before in my mtl for this and seonghwa was all the way into it and i stand by that. i think he would LOVE ice play especially during a makeout or oral sex, he’s gonna be super into it. seeing chills on your skin and you squirm under him is a big major plus for him and he’s here for it.

maybe kinks

light bondage (giving/receiving) - receiving huh? on dom hwa? yes actually, i think he would be kinda into it bc he would see it as a challenge/competition to get out of it and put you in it instead. he wouldn’t mind cuffing you or tying you to the bed here and there but i think he would have a lot of fun with a “i’ll get out of this bondage and put you in them’ scenario

edging (giving/receiving) - more into giving i think bc of his dom tendencies but i think he wouldn’t be opposed to the occasional edging from you as well. it wouldn’t be something he’d do a TON bc i think he leans more towards soft dom most of the time, but if he’s in a hard dom mood, then hell yea edging

definitely not

definitely not toys. i don’t think seonghwa would enjoy the use of toys in the bedroom, maybe (and i really really mean maybe) he might use a vibrator in public on you but that’s IT. he won’t wanna use toys at all outside of that bc i think he would rather wanna focus on pleasing you without them.

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other members under the cut

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Kim Hongjoong

definite kinks

sir/master kink - whOoPs sorry not sorry bc i seriously believe both seonghwa and hongjoong have this kink, maybe bc they’re the oldest, maybe bc their personalities, maybe stage presence idek i can’t explain why i think it buT i do. i think hongjoong is a dom (more of a hard dom than soft dom) and he would love being called sir, maybe master as well, but definitely sir. i have further reasoning in the next kink

power kink - yep i think he has a power kink to some extent. i think being the leader might be why i say this, but also the way the other members say he acts as the leader. i think with his partner in the bedroom, he would love having power and control, which is why i’m so adamant about a sir kink as well

thigh riding (receiving) - this may be a surprise bc i’m sure some of you are like but?? he’s small?? compared to the others?? yes he is but he has good thighs and i think that’s something he probs likes about himself, and he would love love LOVE to see you come undone off his thigh alone. but like,,,,can you imagine riding his thigh in the studio while he’s composing? i’m- O.o

marking (giving/receiving) - i debated putting this in the maybe section but thought about it again and went nope, yea, definite. i think that he would love to mark your inner thighs and collarbone and neck for sure, but i also think that he would love holding your hips while fucking you to the point where there are bruises on your hips. he would probs love having hickeys here and there on himself as well

maybe kinks

edging (giving) - i think he would be pretty salty and petty if he received edging, but he would love to tease the fuck out of you and edge you like no tomorrow. again, further reasoning in the next kink

begging (receiving) - part of the power/sir/dom agenda here again, but he would love it if you begged for him. that’s something i think he would really be after when teasing you. especially when edging you too

definitely not

bondage - even though i think he’s a hard dom most of the time, i think he would not want to tie you up and tease you like that. i see him as a person who would rather let both of you be free to move around as you please and as much as you can without restraints from cuffs, ropes, and the like.

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Jeong Yunho

definite kinks

size kink - big boy loves feeling big and seeing how small you are under/on top of him.

biting (giving) - he wants to mark every inch of you simple as that.

finger sucking (giving) - again with the size related thing, he loves seeing how big his fingers are in your mouth.

edging (giving/receiving) - something about this would be so hot to him, he would love receiving it if you edge him while sucking his dick or jerking him off, and he would love returning the favor.

maybe kinks

sir/daddy kink - since yunho is a soft baby boy i think he would really need to be in the mood for a sir/daddy kink. if he’s feeling particularly kinky one day then hell yea bet on it.

spanking (giving) - again, a very circumstantial and in the mood kinda thing, especially considering he never wants to hurt you.

overstimulation (giving/receiving) - he would much rather edge you/be edged, but he would love to see you writhing under him after orgasm after orgasm hits you. he would also wanna experience it himself and ask you to do it to him a few times to know what it feels like.

definitely not

sadism/masochism - this big baby doesn’t want to hurt you. ever. sure he’s down for some nibbling and biting but only as long as you feel good. and mAYBE a bit of spanking but he would never want to hurt you either.

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Kang Yeosang

definite kinks

sir/daddy/master kink - hi hello it’s your #1 yeosang dom/switch leaning dom enthusiast here to say i believe yeosang would loVE being called any one of these names in the bedroom. i think that despite his quiet nature and seemingly shy/introverted personality, he would be dominant and forward in the bedroom. i see him as the type to not give you what you want unless you call him by one of those names, otherwise he’s going to be petty and just ignore you altogether

wax play (giving/receiving) - perhaps another surprise choice, but i kinda covered this in my mtl of this a lil bit. i think he would enjoy the dominance aspect of dripping wax over you and seeing your reaction to it. i think he wouldn’t be opposed to receiving either (i see him as a soft dom so he would let you do some things you wanna try too). his main preference would to be giving though

light bondage (giving/receiving) - another surprise? maybe. as much as i think he would adore tying you up, i think he would equally enjoying being blindfolded and tied up himself. kinda a mystery “i don’t know what’ll happen next” vibe that would arose him imo.

maybe kinks

lingerie - i think yeosang would aDORE seeing you all dressed up and pretty in some lingerie for him. he may pick out what you wear and such, then fuck you while you’re still wearing it because he finds it hot and arousing

cum play (i’m so sorry idek why i got chills typing it out) - so i said before in a mtl that i think yeosang would be into cumming on your stomach, but not opposed to cumming in you. either way, i think he would really enjoy playing with it afterwards, either smearing it all over you, fucking it back into you with his cock or fingers, or making you clean it off his fingers.

definitely not

voyeurism/exhibitionism - since he’s shy/reserved/most likely introverted, i think yeosang wants to keep sex well out of the public eye. he wouldn’t even want it to be a risk or a possibility of being caught. just no. never. not happening. he doesn’t want to do that to either of you. he respects other people’s privacy, and would expect the same in return.

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Choi San

definite kinks

sir/daddy/master kink - i think san is hardcore definitely a dom. i know i say this with sO many of them but on god i seriously get so many dom vibes from so many of them that i ain’t even sorry about it. so yes definitely into sir, probs into a bit of daddy/master on occasion

power exchange - again, i think san would be a hardcore dom in the bedroom, so he would want you to give the power and control over to him and just trust that he’s going to take good care of you if you’ve been good that is

edging (giving/receiving) - san would def like to give, i think that’s certain, but i think he would enjoy playing around and making you think you have some semblance of control during sex. so he may let you edge him here and there, but if he gets fed up with it then you’re doomed basically

exhibitionism - san hit the top of my list for public sex, and i stand by that. i think he would love the rush and thrill of possibly being caught, and he would have no shame in being caught because he knows he fucks you well. i think he’d really enjoy the aspect of mirror sex bc he would be able to see you and make you watch him fuck you

maybe kinks

overstimulation (giving) - more of a give than receive for certain, i think if san was in the mood for some punishment he would definitely put you through it and overstimulate the HELL out of you until you’re crying under him

breath play (giving/receiving) - for this portion of my ted talk i would like to say this. choke him while you ride him. thank you, good night. in all seriousness tho, i think he’d love some breath play, especially giving while he’s rough fucking you like in the dance studio up against the mirror

deepthroating - hell yea san would love this. i think he has somewhat of an oral fixation but like for his partner, so he would love seeing things in your mouth, especially if it’s his cock, and i think he’d love the feeling of your throat tightening around him while you’re sucking him off

definitely not

honestly i don’t think much is off the table for san. i see him as experimental, so he would wanna try everything at least once unless his partner just isn’t into it. he would take his partner’s opinions and feelings into consideration of course, i think they all would, but i don’t think he would have anything that he says a firm no to

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Song Mingi

definite kinks

size kink - mingi, like yunho, is a big boi. and i think he loves that. i do think he forgets about his size from time to time and plays around too much, but other than that he’s gonna get a rise out of using his size against you.

thigh riding (receiving) - he would think it’s so so hot to see you riding his thigh. i think he could probs cum untouched just watching you ride his thigh like damn.

deepthroating (receiving) - i think he adores blowjobs and he would probs love deepthroating a ton. he would wanna fuck your mouth too but it would be super hot to him to have your throat around his cock.

maybe kinks

edging (receiving/giving) - i think he would enjoy giving more than receiving bUT he may be down for some edging if you’re giving him a blowjob.

orgasm control (giving) - kinda related to edging, i think mingi would be super into telling you and controlling when you orgasm. just a dominance sorta thing.

definitely not

any sort of bondage - he wants both of you to be free to move around as best you can and doesn’t want to tie you up or gag you and collar you at all. he just isn’t into it and doesn’t like the thought of it.

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Jung Wooyoung

definite kinks

creampie - starting strong, i think wooyoung would be super into creampie-ing(? idek the proper terminology welp). he would love the warmth first and foremost, but he would also adore seeing you filled to the brim with cum and really get off on seeing that

thigh riding (receiving) - wooyoung has amazing incredible godly thighs, and i could write a whole ass essay about them and them alone bUT i won’t, i will just say that i think wooyoung would love love love to see you ride his thighs, especially if he’s feeling lazy one day, seeing you use his thigh to get off would be so hot to him

ice play (giving/receiving) - i lowkey covered this earlier in my mtl, but i think wooyoung would love seeing chills across your skin and watching the ice melt as he drags it across you, that would just be super hot to him. i think he would enjoy receiving as well, especially if he’s under you and you’re dragging it down his chest

marking (giving/receiving) - he would love showing a bit of possessiveness with you, so he would wanna mark you all over for everyone to see and would not be shy about showing off any marks you leave on him. i see him  as the type to be kinda cocky about marking, whether it be bragging about the marks on you or on him.

maybe kinks

edging (giving/receiving) - as for receiving, i think wooyoung would be super into you edging him during a blowjob or handjob, he would want to pass that bit of control over to you and let you do as you please, but he may secretly be hoping for you to take your time. as for giving, he would do to you exactly what he wants done to himself. he would take his time when giving head and that’s also where the next kink comes into play

toys - he would rather use them on you, and he would def love using them to edge you and tease you. maybe a bit of “oh i bet you wish my hands were on you right now” “such a shame you can only get off with toys”, things like that. i think using toys would really pull out the dom in him

face sitting - i have a mtl in my inbox regarding face sitting, so this is a little spoiler about who is gonna be at the top. he will encourage it too. you don’t have to ask because he will suggest it. i think he would love to look up at you from that position and watch you come undone over him

light bondage (receiving) - a nod to the sub in him, i believe wooyoung would enjoy being cuffed to the bed or tied down to some extent. i don’t think he would ever want to tie you up because he would be too worried about accidentally hurting you, but he would love it if you tied him down. he might see it as a bit of a challenge to get out and win dominance, but depending on his mood, he may just sit back and enjoy himself a bit

definitely not

pain play (giving) - unlike san, i think wooyoung does have his limits. as kinky and sexual as i think he is, i think he would want to draw the line at pain play because he really really just does not wanna hurt his partner. i think, even if you asked for it, wooyoung wouldn’t really want to but he would still want to please you so he may try to be rough, but still end up being gentle instead

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Choi Jongho

definite kinks

angry sex - can this be considered a kink? yes? no? maybe? we’re going with yes today bc yes. jongho would be so into angry sex, he would love to fuck it out of his system and just fuck you senseless tbh check out my angry sex jongho blurb here (shameless plug) bc that’s that on my thoughts sorry not sorry NEXT

strength/power kink - baby boy jongho is strong, there’s no doubt about that. he wants to flaunt it too. he wants to show off how strong he is, especially during sex, whether it be the strength of his thrusts or what position he puts you in. he will want the power during sex. mans is a dom, and that’s that.

finger sucking (giving) - going along with the power kink, jongho would love to have his fingers in your mouth. especially if he just fucked your mouth and came on your lips, he would love to fuck it back into your mouth with his fingers for sure that would really get him going i think

maybe kinks

titty fucking (lol i hate typing this im so sorry) - jongho i think likes boobs a lot so he would love to fuck your boobs for sure or maybe just leave hickeys all over your boobs idek i think he has a boob fixation so he would love to do anything related to them

marking (giving) - i think he would love marking you anywhere and everywhere really but mostly on your chest or inner thighs. a show of dominance really, but he wants to show that you are his and his only

definitely not

public sex/exhibitionism - i think jongho would consider sex a very private and intimate thing and he would never want to put either of you in a position where you might be caught or seen. he wants it to be something special between the two of you and the two of you alone. that’s all.

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[kookie-doughs]

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader -Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 7: FIRST DAY OF CAMP

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever we went, campers pointed at us and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet. She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough. Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. "I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall." "Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." "Whatever." "It wasn't my fault." She looked at us skeptically, and I realized it might've been my fault. I may have made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures and made the ground shake. I didn't understand how. "You need to talk to the Oracle, both of you." Annabeth said. "Who?" "Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." Percy stared into the lake, I rested my head on his shoulder wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once. I wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend. I didn't know what else to do. I waved back. "Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts." "Naiads," Percy repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now." Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us." "You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" "I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human." "Half-human and half-what?" "I think you know." "God," I said. "Half-god." Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. And one of your parent isn't your parent, Y/N. You are both a child of one of the Olympians. " "That's... crazy." "Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?" "But those are just— But if all the kids here are half-gods—" "Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods." "Then who's your dad?" Her hands tightened around the pier railing. I got the feeling we'd just trespassed on a sensitive subject. "My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history." "He's human." "What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?" "Who's your mom, then?" "Cabin six." "Meaning?" Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle." Okay, I thought. Why not? "And who's mine?" "You grew up with both a mother and a father. So only your Olympian parent knows." "And my dad?" "Undetermined," Annabeth said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows." "Except my mother. She knew." "Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities." "My dad would have. He loved her." Annabeth gave me a cautious look. She didn't want to burst my bubble. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send a sign. That's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens." "You mean sometimes it doesn't?" Annabeth ran her palm along the rail. "The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always... Well, sometimes they don't care about us, Percy. They ignore us." I thought about some of the kids I'd seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a call that would never come. But gods should behave better. Whoever my Olympian parent better suck up and claim me or I will show him. "So I'm stuck here," Percy said. "That's it? For the rest of my life?" "It depends," Annabeth said. "Some campers only stay the summer. If you're a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble—about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that." "So monsters can't get in here?" Annabeth shook her head. "Not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside." "Why would anybody want to summon a monster?" "Practice fights. Practical jokes." "Practical jokes?" "The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm." "So... you're a year-rounder?" Annabeth nodded. From under the collar of her T-shirt she pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Luke's, except Annabeth's also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring. "I've been here since I was seven," she said. "Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. I've been here longer than most of the counselors, and they're all in college." "Why did you come so young?" She twisted the ring on her necklace. "None of your business." "Oh." I stood there for a minute in uncomfortable silence. "So... I could just walk out of here right now if I wanted to?" "It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. D's or Chiron's permission." "I've never had anything weird going on. I had a perfectly normal life." "It's because you don't give much of a half-blood scent. Even Grover didn't knew you were one of us until you came here. Even now they still don't smell you." "I just... want to go somewhere... else." I could see that Percy was guilty. "They wouldn't give permission until the end of the summer session unless..." "Unless?" "You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time..."

Her voice trailed off. I could tell from her tone that the last time hadn't gone well. "Back in the sick room," Percy said, "when you were feeding me that stuff—" "Ambrosia." "Yeah. You asked me something about the summer solstice." Annabeth's shoulders tensed. "So you do know something?" "Well... no. Back at my old school, I overheard Grover and Chiron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice. He said something like we didn't have much time, because of the deadline. What did that mean?" She clenched her fists. "I wish I knew. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they won't tell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal." "You've been to Olympus?" "Some of us year-rounders—Luke and Clarisse and I and a few others—we took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council." "But... how did you get there?" "The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor." She looked at us like she was sure I must know this already. "You are a New Yorker, right?" "Oh, sure." As far as I knew, there were only a hundred and two floors in the Empire State Building, but I decided not to point that out. "Right after we visited," Annabeth continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, I've overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping... I mean— Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something." I shook my head. I wished I could help her, but I felt too hungry and tired and mentally overloaded to ask any more questions. "I've got to get a quest," Annabeth muttered to herself. "I'm not too young. If they would just tell me the problem..." I could smell barbecue smoke coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth must've heard my stomach growl. She told me to go on, she'd catch me later. I left her on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing a battle plan. Back at cabin eleven, everybody was talking and horsing around, waiting for dinner. For the first time, I noticed that a lot of the campers had similar features: sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, mischievous smiles. They were the kind of kids that teachers would peg as troublemakers. Thankfully, nobody paid much attention to us as we walked in. Percy left me to settle at his spot while I sat at mine. Luke, came over. He had the Hermes family resemblance, too. It was marred by that scar on his right cheek, but his smile was intact. "I hope you settle in just fine," he said. "And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp store." He had a very friendly and welcoming aura around him, I couldn't help but giggle, "Thanks." "No prob." Luke sat next to me. "Tough first day?" "I don't belong here," I said. "From what I've heard about other campers. I had a perfectly normal life. Nothing weird... I-I don't even believe in Gods..." "Yeah," he said. "That's how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn't get any easier." The bitterness in his voice surprised me, because Luke seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. He looked like he could handle just about anything. "So your dad is Hermes?" I asked. He pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sandal. "Yeah. Hermes." "The wing-footed messenger guy." "That's him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors." I figured Luke didn't mean to call me a nobody. He just had a lot on his mind. "You ever meet your dad?" I asked. "Once." I waited, thinking that if he wanted to tell me, he'd tell me. Apparently, he didn't. I wondered if the story had anything to do with how he got his scar. Luke looked up and managed a smile. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. The campers here, they're mostly good people. After all, we're extended family, right? We take care of each other." He seemed to understand how lost I felt, and I was grateful for that, because an older guy like him—even if he was a counselor—should've steered clear of an uncool middle-schooler like me. But Luke had welcomed me into the cabin. He'd even stolen me some toiletries, which was the nicest thing anybody had done for me all day keeping Percy's works. I decided to ask him my last big question, the one that had been bothering me all afternoon. "Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me and Percy being 'Big Three' material. Then Annabeth... twice, she said I might be 'the one.' She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?" Luke folded his knife. "I hate prophecies." "What do you mean?" His face twitched around the scar. "Let's just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of the Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasn't allowed any more quests. Annabeth's been dying to get out into the world. She pestered Chiron so much he finally told her he already knew her fate. He'd had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldn't tell her the whole thing, but he said Annabeth wasn't destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until... somebody special came to the camp." "Somebody special?" "Don't worry about it, kid," Luke said. "Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen she's been waiting for." I didn't know why... but I grabbed his hand, he turned to me surprised. "I-I... Uhm, I want to get to know you better... I... I'm here if you want to talk. A-As a thank you for helping me since I got here! I-I..." He gave a warm smile and ruffled my hair. "Thank you. Now, come on, it's dinnertime." The moment he said it, a horn blew in the distance. Luke yelled, "Eleven, fall in!" The whole cabin, about twenty of us, filed into the commons yard. We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last with Percy. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was now starting to glow silver as the sun went down. "Percy," "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I was about to grip his sleeve when he moved away. "I'm sorry... I'll tell you after dinner." I looked at him sadly while he thought to himself. We marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods— and when I say out of the woods, I mean straight out of the woods. I saw one girl, about nine or ten years old, melt from the side of a maple tree and come skipping up the hill. In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads. At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was way overcrowded. I had to squeeze on to the edge of a bench with half my butt hanging off. I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur. Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes and honey-blond hair. Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's table. She'd apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends. Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!" Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!" Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue! Percy sat beside other kids of the Hermes cabin. My glass was empty, but Luke said, "Speak to it. Whatever you want—nonalcoholic, of course." I said, "(Favorite Drink; F/D)." The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid. Then I had an idea. "F/C F/D." The drink turned a violent shade of F/C. I took a cautious sip. Perfect.. . . . . I drank a toast to my loved ones. They're not gone, I told myself. I felt like I was forgetting something. Like I know I will get too them all soon. "Here you go," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket. I loaded my plate and was about to take a big bite when I noticed everybody getting up, carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. I wondered if they were going for dessert or something. "Come on," Luke told me. As I got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll. Luke murmured in my ear, "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell." "You're kidding." His look warned me not to take this lightly, but I couldn't help wondering why an immortal, all-powerful being would like the smell of burning food. Luke approached the fire, bowed his head, and tossed in a cluster of fat red grapes. "Hermes." I was next. I wished I knew what god's name to say. Finally, I made a silent plea. Whoever you better claim me, or I will come for you and you won't like what I'll do. I scraped a big slice of brisket into the flames. When I caught a whiff of the smoke, I didn't gag. It smelled nothing like burning food. It smelled of hot chocolate and fresh-baked brownies, hamburgers on the grill and wildflowers, and a hundred other good things that shouldn't have gone well together, but did. I could almost believe the gods could live off that smoke. When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention. Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels." A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table. "Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new campers today. Peter Johnson and (Wrong Name)." Chiron murmured something. "Er, Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N," Mr. D corrected. "That's right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on." Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin led a sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores and joked around, and the funny thing was, I didn't feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. I went up to Percy. "What's wrong?" He sighed. "I... I feel like everything... All of this," He signaled at everything, "happened because you met me. When you told Annabeth about your life and how nothing had been going wrong, while I had trouble following me every step... I couldn't help but feel guilty." I knew it... He felt at fault. Taking his hand I looked at him, "I chose to be with you at the beach. I wanted to follow you. I wanted to stay with you. Yeah, troubles came and I lost everything... I would rather have you with me through that. Please?" He rested his head on my shoulder, "Yeah..." Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins. It was late at night some were asleep, while some were screaming around. I stayed up looking out the window since Luke had warned me about going out. "Long day, how was it?" Luke greeted taking the spot beside me. "Almost had my face flushed down on smelly toilets, so real fun I guess." Luke rested his back against the window and looked at the two boys wrestling each other few feet away. "You know how you told me you wanted to get to know me more?" "Yeah... I mean it. You're the first person I met here. From what I heard you helped me after getting here." "So you feel obligated to get closer to me?" He raised a brow at me with a smirk. "No, I think you're interesting. I want us to be friends. I want to be a person you can trust." "Why?" "I... don't know. I guess I just want to. I mean yeah I also low-key kinda have a crush on you but oh well." I joked. Hearing his laugh I was relieved he was a cool guy. "I'll keep you in mind." "Really now? Okay dream of me I guess." "For a 12 year old you're a flirt." He shook his head with a smile. "It's my mom, she told me the best way to make friends is by flirting. If they're cool with you flirting they're perfect candidate for a friend, if they aren't, you'll have an awkward friendship." "I don't know about that." "I know right? Imagine teaching a 5 year old how to flirt." We laughed. We continued to chat about little things until it got quiet in the cabin. Most of them were now asleep. Percy slept as soon as he lied down, after all. "Good night." Luke smiled. "Yeah, good night." I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I collapsed on the bed. When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly. That was my first day at Camp Half-Blood. I already felt like I belong. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all...

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general akaashi keiji hcs

a/n: eyy first post! i adore this beautiful man, this sweetie is doing amazing <3 he’s definitely a lot more than meets the eye and these are just hcs that kinda occured spontaneously

-he may not be expressive, but that boy has got a mouth on him. (kinda like tsukki ig) Once he trusts you enough to know you’re not gonna snitch on him, he’s going to tell you absolutely every single minor annoyance that happened that day. It’s always lighthearted but you’d never have guessed that he could so ruthless sometimes. Has an enormous vocabulary too – like who just throws around the word arcane so casually and what does he mean when he told you those girls that walked passed were ululate???

-he’s honest to a fault. If you ask for his opinion, you’re going to hear it whether you like it or not. Even with bokuto he doesn’t necessarily mince his words, so when you receive a compliment just know that it truly came from the heart

-He’s mentally very strong. With that being said, he is an overthinker, so if you catch wind of this please help him out,, (ノ・ω・)ノ He won’t really tell you that it’s happening though. He kind of expects you to know when he’s tangled in his thoughts. If you ask, he’ll say he’s fine and then when you switch the subject he’ll be all “I just think it’s funny that- “

-ohh my god this guy loves to act like emotions are beneath him. Trust me, he has them. If you vent to him though, just know that he’s probably more concerned about fixing the problem. Dw he’s a great listener, but his empathy will be more cognitive than emotional and it doesn’t mean he cares any less- his advice is just a lot more pragmatic. Plus, you won’t scare him away if you’re a mess of emotions, he def knows how to deal with that (thanks bokuto <3)

-as much as he portrays himself to be this calm and collected academic, I could so see him as being someone who overworks themselves to the brink of exhaustion. Esp when there are deadlines that have to be met and he isn’t nearly finished (or satisfied) with his current project. The master of all-nighters and is probably why he has a horrible caffeine addiction.

-probs the biggest sceptic when it comes to conspiracy theories, aliens and anything paranormal. If you’re into that he’ll probably humor you though and challenge your theories

-he’s a very thoughtful friend – he’ll remember appointments you may have forgotten, tutor you in school if you need it, if you forget a dish on the table, he’ll be the one to wash it (while muttering under his breath how he’s the only one that does the cleaning around here), if he runs to the convenience store, he’ll always bring something for you too and always has an aspirin on hand for when you need it.

-he acts like he keeps you of trouble but akaashi is no prude. Once he hears of your plans, he will reprimand you and list you off all the reasons for why it’s a horrible idea but he joins along every single time without fail while acting like you roped him into this (you didn’t). he’ll probably say how lucky you are that he’s around or else you’d be in serious trouble and how he’s just making sure things don’t escalate (which is partially true) but he’s actually glad he gets to tag along. He’ll humor you all while acting like he wants to be anywhere else but there. Secretly chaotic

-yeah yknow how I said this guy likes to act all calm and collected and proper, well he uses his books as a coaster. He’ll swear up and down this isn’t true, but the coffee stains on the cover of the current novels he’s reading tell otherwise