#sorry for the wild changes in text sizes

[stocious]

how to spot stolen/uncredited gifs + how to work the search function

there's been a lot of talk about not stealing gifs and not supporting people who do, but it might not be easy to spot shady posts for everyone. so i made this little guide with things i personally look out for. at the end there's also a guide on how to work the search function. i hope this will help out there on the wild tumblrmachine!

the gif has a watermark that doesn't match the poster and there's no "gif by @[username]" under the gif. please note that a lot of people don't watermark their gifs at all, but this is one of the biggest give aways to a gif being stolen and reuploaded.

the gif doesn't stretch across the entire post. very seldom does a gif maker go through the entire process of making a gif and not making it cover the entire post space. in the example below, the gif was most likely a part of a set, as a second gif would fit perfectly right next to the one posted.

"theme posts" with gifs of different sizes and/or quality. in the examples below, "mickey smiling" has gifs of different sizes and no "gif by" credit under either of them. "theme posts" can still be made with proper credit to the gif maker, like "road trip" to the right.

new posters and no "my gifs" tag. if you're unsure if the gif is stolen or not, click the top of the post and go the blog and look at the tags attached to the post. if someone made the gif themselves, there's usually a "my gifs" or a similiar tag under the post. this might be a good thing to do if someone is new to the space has started posting gifs. this is not 100% foolproof method, but it can help you give an idea if the gif is stolen or not.

so how do i work the search function? how do i get the gifs i want?

good question! in the example of "mickey smiling", try searching for just that - "mickey milkovich smile" and you should get some good results. in the case of grabbing a specific gif from a specific post, i'll try to make a guide down below. if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

first, find a post you want to use a gif from. we're gonna use this set from @heymacy.

open the post you wanna use and copy the url to it. then make a new post and hit the gif search button. paste the url and it should find you the first gif of the set. click the gif and tumblr brings you back to your post with the gif and the "gif by heymacy" at the bottom.

but say you want the last image in the set. we're gonna use a tiny bit of html but don't fret.

first, do the previous step i just explained above.

click the cog wheel at the top right corner, scroll down and choose "text editor - html". go back to your post and it should be a whole bunch of text instead of an image.

search the text for "img scr" and then delete everything between the two quotation marks following that, it starts with https and ends with gifv.

go back to the post with the gif set and right click the gif you want (in this case the last one of the set), and choose "copy image link" and paste it between the quotation marks where you deleted stuff before. make sure not to delete any quotation marks and that your new link placed between them!

please note: you might get an error message from tumblr that the post contains unsupported html, just ignore that.

then click the cog wheel again, and change the editor back to "rich text". you're new image should be there, with proper credit!

bam, you're done! i'm also including a video below of me doing these steps so you can follow along. sorry my os is in swedish, but the thing i right click on is just "copy image link" as stated above.

here's a more in depth guide to this method, but it can be a little confusing if you're not used to working in html.

as you add more images and text to your post, the amount of text after you change to the html editor will increase. it might be hard to find the exact gif you want to change, but play around with it and try it out. the more you use the method, it'll be easier to work with.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i hope this helps! 🫂

[grogusmum]

IRL

Part 1: @ nickcage_numerouno

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1900ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance, Lucas is a jerk, and that's about it in this chapter. Javi is adorable, be warned.

This is nuts, you think as you get off the plane. 

This isn't your first time either… you thought it after you agreed to fly to Palma. You thought it as you purchased the ticket. You thought it as you took the shuttle to the airport and you lost count of how many times during the almost 10-hour flight… 

You take a breath, you've always wanted to travel, go to a cool film festival, so you're here. Meeting a friend. To go to the festival together. No big deal. You've known him for more than a year… online… you swallowed. Just keep breathing. It's going to be fine.

You find your suitcase and go to find your ride.

It's an international airport, so you are a little overwhelmed.

Then you see a sign with your name. Well, not your name, really, you give in internal chuckle. It’s your handle @han_shot_first. It has a blaster drawn on it, with "pew-pew" written in comic-sans. And you can't help but laugh out loud now. You look expectantly at the face above the sign.

It wasn't him…

You'd never felt nervous or intimidated by “@niccage_numerouno” until you saw him. Because holy moly! Those honeyed curls and warm brown eyes. He sent his photo with zero hesitation. Of course, he did. Why would he… you were a little slower. You had stared at it with the cursor hovering over the send button for what seemed like a lifetime. It was taken at a good angle, of course, angles can only do so much…

Until agreeing to take this trip, you hadn't seen one another's faces. You had decided it was time for you both to exchange photos.

@ nickcage_numerouno: Are you still there? 

@ nickcage_numerouno: not the best photo of me…

Oh my gosh, he thinks I don't like it! Click send you moron, you thought and clicked send, then quickly typed-

@ han_shot_first: I just got distracted by a text. Sorry to keep you hanging

Then you waited. And waited. It said read. The ellipsis dot dot dotting. Shit

@ nickcage_numerouno: I like your shirt

You laughed. Of course he did, it's Spider-Man Noir.

@ han_shot_first: You might not believe this but it *is* a coincidence!

You walk up to the man with the sign.

"Ah… hola?"

"Hola, señora." He tapped the sign, "Han…shot-"

"Um yeah- sí," you laugh and tell him your actual name. He looks at his phone and then at you, presumably looking at the photo you sent. 

"Welcome Mallorca, Señora. The car is just this way."

Okay, intimidated again. He sent a driver. You knew he had money because of his collection and his generosity with paying for the festival tickets … but 'send a driver' money?

You take deep breaths and remind yourself of some of your favorite DMs with him. He likes you. He's seen pics of your very regular apartment. You've talked about your job. He likes you. He's never seen more than one picture. Stop. He. Likes. You.

Suddenly your car door opens, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

"Thank you, um…" you realize you had been so inside your own head you don't know the driver's name. "I am so sorry, I didn't ask you your name-"

"Mateo, señora."

"I apologize again, Mateo thank you so much"

Mateo nods with a small appreciative smile.

"This way to the boat slip"

"A boat-" 

That's when you see him, Javi, in sunglasses (you note they are ones Nick Cage wore in Wild at Heart) linen pants, an orange button-down shirt, and a vast smile.

He calls your name and jogs over.

"You are here! Really here," Javi has you by the arms and gives you a little shake, before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for getting my girl here, Mateo!"

Your cheeks warm at 'my girl' while still getting a bear hug from Javi. You put your arms around him gingerly. 

"Hello Javi, can't believe I'm really here either."

Finally, he pulls away to drink you in, you fluster under imagined scrutiny. You stand tall, remembering your posture, hoping you will somehow be, well, smaller.

"Nice shades, by the way."

Javi laughs, shaking his head. He then leads you to his speedboat, his hand firmly around yours.

"I have so much I want to show you and talk to you about," Javi debates telling you he couldn't sleep last night because he was so excited. You have always matched him in enthusiasm, so he had thought he could tell you without sounding 12 but, maybe it was the long flight, and there’s the jet lag, but he feels like you're somehow keeping your distance. Guarded. 

To be honest, Javi has been anxiously awaiting your arrival since you agreed to come. You are just as cute as your picture- cuter. He saved the photo you sent and only took it off his lock screen this morning for fear of freaking you out.

"Maybe you want to get cleaned up and have a rest," he suggests, as he helps you into the boat. 

"Maybe," you return.

A shower and a change out of your travel clothes does the trick, you are gifted with a second wind. You also feel a little less self-conscious. Since you met Javi on the dock, other than when he was driving the boat he has found reasons to touch you, hold your hand, be close. 

He hugged you again at the door of the guest room, this time his sunglasses off. His warm eyes (oh my gosh you had gazed at them in his picture but it did them little justice) crinkled happily as he looked at you and when you finally shut the door between you, your heart was like a rabbit’s.

Javi looks at himself in the hall mirror, he looks okay, right? When Gabriela enters the hall he jumps and steps away from the mirror.

"Are you alright, Javi?"

"I just, um, you know my tumblfriend-"

"She is here, yes? Did you just get back?" 

"Sure, yeah, she's just - she is getting cleaned up after her flight, you know… maybe get in a little nap or…"

Gabriela looks at the ceiling quizzically.

"Javi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yes… I think."

Javi looks at his dearest friend, "What if she doesn't like me IRL."

"I R L?"

"In real life," Javi leans against the wall, a cloud of worry hanging over him.

"She is going to love you!" 

Javi looks up from examining his sneakers. He wore his lucky ones, they didn't really match too well with what he was wearing but he wanted the extra boost of confidence.

You trot down the stairs and stop short in the hall at the sight of Javi and a gorgeous woman. You move more purposefully getting to the bottom of the stairs, thinking about how you must have looked practically hopping down the stairs… ugh. She is very close to him, which is fine, of course. You are just friends after all, but you just- 

Javi smiles and takes your hand again, and introduces you to his 'BFF and executive assistant extraordinaire- Gabriela.'

Gabriela.

He told you all about her, they had tried being together but ended up feeling they were better as friends.

He also told you she was beautiful and smart. You just didn't realize how beautiful, how willowy. They look amazing together. Right.

Shake it off, you tell yourself, and take a deep breath. You are not in competition with anybody.

"You don't need to lie down?" Javi asks, still holding your hand.

"Nope! Just needed to wash off the traveling dust, I guess," you extend your other hand to Gabriela, "it's so nice to put a face to the name. Javi says you're his left brain."

She takes it with a surprised laugh.

"Well, I know your face, Javi showed me your photo right away, he put-"

Javi looks at Gabriela pleadingly.

"-was so happy you were coming."

“Let me show you around,” Javi moves in quickly and takes your hand again hoping you didn't notice anything. You smile with a nod.

“Have fun!” Gabriela calls after you.

“So what are you showing me first?” 

“My collection, of course, pfft,” Javi rolls his eyes playfully, and he warms when your hand stays on his arm after giving it an excited squeeze. He tries to watch you surreptitiously as you take in the grounds, mumbling, “beautiful,” under your breath. He wants to tell you, you are too… One step at a time, Javi, he thinks to himself. He tells you about the villa and the olive groves. He leaves his family business out of it. Lucas is gone for the week. He is the only one on the compound who Javi is worried about.

He’s feeling more confident, and it just starts to feel like when you would chat for hours online, when he comes face to face with none other than Lucas. It was like just thinking of him summoned his cousin. 

And by the look on his face, he was going to be a problem.

“Lucas, I thought you were away,” Javi starts quickly trying to take hold of the conversation and keep it short. He introduces you by name, and a friend,  “we are - in a writers’ group… online. She’s just arrived, so…” 

You can tell Javi was trying to keep this interaction short, and that this is one of the people who don't know about Tumblr. Lucas is truly intimidating not just because he is handsome and fit, maybe a little like the guys who teased you in school… but also something else - he is hawkish, sharp, and dangerous looking. He says hello and you shiver a little, he smiles wide but it doesn't reach his calculating eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” you say as you reach out to take his hand. He kisses it.

Javi rolls his eyes, and his grip tightens on your hand.

“We will be eating at Roberto’s tonight and then we'll be at a film festival all weekend, so, we’ll see you around,” Javi makes to get you as far from his cousin as soon as possible.

“Such a rush, Javi. ¿Es hora de comer tan pronto?”

Is it feeding time so soon?

You know some Spanish, but only a little. You get the gist, but from the way, Javi's face darkens, and his nostrils flare. You know something in your translation is off. If you have to make a guess, Lucas is just like one of those boys from school, you decide. Knowing you are in some way the butt of a joke your face heats with embarrassment. 

“A delight as always Lucas,” Javi grumbles and pulls you. He is still muttering as he brings you to a door with a pin pad, it’s mostly rapid Spanish, but you recognize ‘pendejo, jerk off.’

You can't help giggling-

“Aliens”

Javi smiles with a huff, but puts both of his warm hands on your arms, gently running them up and down.

“Do not listen to Lucas, he is - well, he is horrible,” Javi types in the code. “I am truly sorry for his rudeness.” 

You shrug, some residual embarrassment casting your eyes at your shoes. 

“You are beautiful, you know.” 

You look up quickly, not believing your ears. He said it like it was the simplest of observations. Like it is the most obvious thing. Maybe you misheard…

“Are you ready?” Javi smiles and opens the door, you try to focus, this is the prized collection he has been telling you about for a year- sharing photos of new acquisitions and-

“Is that the bunny from Con Air?!”

part 2

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

How different is Gallifreyan geography from Earthern one? E.g. do they also have many mountains, seas, lakes etc? Do they have any cities aside from the Capitol? What about villages?

Sorry if it's a lot of questions, just curious!

How is Gallifreyan geography different to Earth?

🌍 Planetary Overview

Gallifrey is approximately three times the diameter of Earth, yet it has similar gravity, orbital radius, pressure, temperature, and oxygen levels, implying there's some tech or natural phenomena keeping it similar despite the difference in size. Gallifrey also has two large moons, one of which is Pazithi Gallifreya, named after the mystic virgin moon goddess.

🏞️ Natural Features

Mountains: Gallifrey is known for its vast and towering mountain ranges. The highest peak is Mount Cadon, which reaches the fringes of the atmosphere, and other notable mountains include Mount Solace and Mount Perdition. These mountains are often covered in unique vegetation and have varied geological formations.

Oceans and Seas: Despite having three small oceans and several seas, less than half of Gallifrey’s surface is water. The lakes and rivers often have unique colours, like gold, reflecting the burnt orange sky. The Sea of Life, near Mount Perdition, has silver water and orange sandy shores.

Deserts and Plains: A lot of Gallifrey is covered in burnt-red rocky deserts and endless mountain ranges. These deserts, such as the Camation Desert and the Arkanian Desert, have distinctive orange and red sands. There are also other arid plains with warm nights and brilliant starry skies.

Forests and Fields: Though they are less common, Gallifrey does have green forests and golden fields. The Lune Forest near Mount Cadon is one.

Atmosphere and Sky: The sky of Gallifrey is famously burnt orange during the day and filled with vibrant colours such as purple, green, and yellow lights. The sky’s appearance can change, sometimes showing a cerulean blue during the day.

🏙️ Cities and Settlements

The Capitol: The primary city and the heart of Gallifreyan civilisation, the Capitol, is located in the northern hemisphere of the continent of Wild Endeavor. It's surrounded by mountains and situated in a region that's known for harsh winds and arid conditions. The Capitol isn't too far from the red grass-covered hillsides of Mount Perdition.

Arcadia: Gallifrey’s second city, Arcadia, lies to the southeast of the Capitol in the Arcadian Sector. It's separated from the Capitol by the Myridian Mountains and is known for its beauty.

Prydos City: Located in the Prydonian sector, Prydos City is at the northern base of Mount Cadon. This city is significant for housing the Prydonian Academy and is known for its ancient, fortress-like architecture.

Other Cities and Villages: Gallifrey has several other cities and city complexes, including Olyesti and Patrexi. Abandoned settlements and ancient roads indicate the planet’s long history. The Wildlands, or undeveloped areas, are huge and largely uninhabited.

🏞️ Unique Geographical Features

The Untempered Schism: Located just outside the southwest edge of the Capitol, this rift in space-time is a significant landmark for Gallifreyans, particularly for young Time Lords who gaze into it during their initiation.

The Death Zone: A pentagon-shaped valley used as an arena for ancient Games, the Death Zone is surrounded by a powerful forcefield that can trap a TARDIS.

Wild Endeavor: A massive continent, spanning from the northern arctic regions to the southern hemisphere. It has diverse ecosystems, from jungles to arid plains and towering mountains.

��� So ...

There exist some human-drawn maps of Gallifrey, but they're a bit outdated. If I could draw maps, I would. Until someone does, all I can give you are big blocks of text. Sorry!

Related:

💬|⛅🌩️Are there storms on Gallifrey?: The nature and occurrence of storms on Gallifrey.

💬|⛅🌧️Does it rain on Gallifrey?: Gallifreyan rain and its features.

📺|🪐🌜Gallifrey’s Moons

Hope that helped! 😃

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[frootloopscos]

1) Where in Arceus’ Name Am I?

Sorry ya'll, I play on the English server so if there's any inconsistencies that's probably why 😅

Chapter 1) Welcome to Twisted Wonderland

Yuu hummed to themself as they walked through the Wild Area with Agent at their side. "It's getting late bud, should we set up camp?" They asked their partner, "Teleon." He responded with a nod, they smile and look around to find a good camping spot. Finding a nice flat, grassy spot they take off their backpack and begin to set up their camp for the night. "Right, I'll text Bede that we're gonna stay here for the night and then we can have curry!" They said with a smile before whipping out their phone and texting their brother.

Yuu: Heyyyyyyyyyy 😋 Agent and I are gonna camp in the Wild Area 2night! We'll be back at the gym sometime tomorrow afternoon!

Teen Angst: Okay, I'll let Grandma know. Stay safe.

Yuu: B, I'm the champion, there's like no way I won't be safe. See you tomorrowww!

Yuu put their phone into their pocket with a smile, "Agent you got the pot out for Curry right?" They asked their partner as they finished setting up the inside of their tent. "Intel," he replied in confirmation. "Great!" They said with a smile and exited the text, "sorry that we can't let Cinder and the others out tonight." They said patting his arm. Agent just shook his head and set a hand on his trainer's own head before ruffling their hair making them laugh.

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It wasn't long after the two had their curry that they decided to call it a night and entered the tent. "Goodnight Agent," Yuu said to the water type with a sleepy smile. They slowly closed their eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Opening their eyes they looked around in confusion, it was still dark out, but Yuu could tell they weren't in their tent anymore. "What the?" They mumbled reaching their hands out in front of them to meet with a hard surface, their brows furrowed and they felt around themself more. They were in some sort of box, and were not in their pajamas anymore, "did someone change my clothes?" They asked themself before quieting as they heard shuffling from outside the box, then a voice.

"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me...urggg this kid weighs a ton!" The mysterious voice spoke, Yuu's eyes widened as they felt something beginning to tug at the box they were inside of. "Try this on for size! Mya-ha!" And suddenly there were blue flames at their feet. "Fire!" They yelled quickly trying to step out of the way of the burning flames but having nowhere to move. The door to the box fell off and Yuu quickly jumped from inside and looked around panicked. "Arcus, where am I?" They asked aloud as they spotted several coffins floating around the room with a mirror in the center. "Coffins? Is that what I was inside of?"

"Mya-haha! Now to grab the goods! Wha?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice yelled and Yuu looked down their eyes widening in shock, "a talking Meowth? With fire? Am I in a new region?" They asked, "how..how DARE YOU! I am no "Meowth"! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire! Tch. Whatever...you, human! Give me your uniform, and be quick about it! Cause if you don't....you're gonna regret it!" The grey Meowth yelled at them, Yuu reached for Agent's pokeball and their eyes widened they had more than Agent's on their belt. "How?" They mumbled before deciding that it wasn't worth it and quickly ran away from the Fire-Type Meowth.

Yuu ran through the building they were in, down a hallway, out the door into an outdoor area, and into a magical looking library. They quickly looked around "where am I?" They asked again, "if this is a dream, I'd really like to fucking wake up." They were interrupted by the Meowth somehow catching up, "foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?" It yelled at them, "now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off that-" before Yuu could  even grab Agent's pokeball the cat yelped as it was whipped and wrapped up in bindings. "Consider it tough love." A new voice said as Yuu saw a tall man sporting a Corvinight-esque mask.

"Ah, I've found you at last." The male said with a frown, "splendid, I trust you're one of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules." He stated crossing his arms much to Yuu's confusion. "Student? Familiar? That's not one of my Pokémon." They tried to explain before the Meowth spoke up, "as if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!" The Corvinight male simply nodded as if he was playing along, "yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?" He asked as his whip(?) tightened around the feline causing it to struggle and writhe in pain.

Before Yuu could ask the male to let the Meowth go he spoke again, "dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?" He wouldn't let Yuu speak as he continued, "no matter. Your orientation had already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber." He said with a smile, with Yuu finally being able to speak they had about a million questions but left it to only two, "student? Gate? Sir, what are you talking about?" They asked, well, three questions. The male paused looking at them, "you awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up."

"The coffins all around that room? Well, you can blame the Meowth for me being awake." Yuu said crossing their arms with a small glare sent at the feline. The Corvinight male frowned, "so the culprit is this familiar of yours. You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!" "It's not mi-" he again interrupted them, "but now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste." He ushered them forward, pushing on their back to try getting them to move.

Yuu refused to budge and looked him dead in the eyes, "no! First you have to tell me where I am and who you are!" They said putting their foot down on this. The male seemed concerned, "have you not fully regained consciousness?" He asked, Yuu felt their eye twitch in anger "you think I'm not after this Meowth tried to scorch me?!" The male ignored them as he continued to speak to himself, "the time space teleportation must have addled your memories... Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it all to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless." He said with a smug smile.

The male, now known to Yuu as Dire Crowley, explained to them that they are the headmage of the school that they are apparently at now. Yuu had to calm themself and real themself in. 'I'm not in Galar anymore, and not in any other region that I know of. This, this is another world.' They took a deep breath after coming to this realization, it was rare in Galar, but they must have fallen though an Ultra Wormhole and ended up here. Yuu ended up tuning out Crowley until they realized that the two of them were now back in the room with coffins....

TO BE CONTINUED

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Welcome to my new story! As said in the description this book is inspired by "From Trainer to Beast Tamer!" By SnowflakeDragon18 on Wattpad PLEASE MAKE SURE TO GO READ THEIR STORY (they have the audio feature and I love to have it play in the background while doing school work and other things! I've relistened to it at least three times lol!)

Word count: 1331

Published to Wattpad: April 24th, 2024

Published to Tumblr: April 24th, 2024

Edited: n/a

[kendraws]

Hi! I have a question about Twi. I've noticed in your art that at one moment he's tall and the next he's tiny. Is that from magic or shapshifting? Also which of those two forms is his "default" form?

Goodness gracious I am so sorry for not answering this ask sooner! I was very spotty with checking tumblr- please forgive me! To answer your question: Twi has several forms! I need to draw a guide/ref to them but I hope a text description will suffice for now! Twi came from Earth originally! The version of him with blonde hair and glasses is actually how he looked prior: (wow I need to draw his human self again! if this is the most recent image I have on hand AAAA)

but when he landed in Darem due to a series of strange circumstances, he was transformed into that lil tiny form you see here:

He’s actually 18 at the start of the story and just exited highschool! (the story starts right around the start of summer- not that this corresponds with the seasons in Darem, but it’ll give some clarity as to where he was in life at the start of the tale) The majority of his story, or the story that follows him I should say, he’s small like this! 12 inches to be exact! After another series of shenanigans and plot related tom foolery he is changed again! But this time he’s more like… 7 feet tall… and still has a tail… and white hair- This is the form he takes the the majority of the time when in Cosmic Joke/Teleidoscope- 

As for him and his size shifting from being… MASSIVE to being SMALL- That was a f*ck up on his part. He got impatient and frustrated when he was tiny and thought “wait I can use magic to fix this!” but in the process just… enlarged himself rather than fixing his height and body. Now he fluxuates and shifts sizes because he didn’t preform the magic properly! (wild magic might have something to do with it too… wink wink)

So- yeah! I hope this answers your questions! I guess the tldr is that all forms are actually canon/default? depending on the timeline, of course! 

[keikakudori]

I'm glad to see that someone shares the same feelings that I have about the rpc here. When I started on Tumblr in the ancient days, this was a great place to just hang out and talk to other fans about the things you both enjoyed, and people were excited to find new rp partners. But, like you said, these days everything feels very closed off, and blogs seem to have a million rules to follow before you even message them. >< I tried to get back into rp recently, but I just couldn't take the stuffiness. The micro icons and fonts need to go. Promptly.

out.

honestly, i've been left over here watching icons shrink and shrink and shrink over the years and all i keep thinking is "who put your icons in the hot water wash?" about them. like -- i get it. people have an ~ * ~ A E S T H E T I C ~ * ~ they want to portray but trust me. you can do that and have icons that aren't absolutely miniscule. my rules haven't really changed over the years and i try not to have a million of them to follow myself; i just set down what are what i see as my boundaries and go "hey i'm an adult i'm willing to write all kinds of things and i understand it's just what's happening in roleplay; if you don't like one thing i write, what about the other thing?" it's not that weird. it'd be like if i offered you vanilla ice cream versus chocolate ice cream. that doesn't mean anything beyond that you might prefer chocolate ice cream while i like vanilla ice cream. or strawberry. or whatever. that's not a bad thing. everyone has different comfort zones.

i'm sorry you're having a bad time, friend. i hope you can return to tumblr rp. don't let people discourage you. roleplay is supposed to be FUN. we're not changing world morals here or anything. we're here to relax and make each other cry and get horny and whatnot. this is about escapism and enjoyment and making friends.

but yeah they really do lol. i'm not bothered too much by fancy fonts, but i dislike sub-small text a lot because, again, eye strain, and i despise the super tiny icons that have become more and more popular. i'm not even sorry to be openly salty about the icons. i've been salty about tiny icons before. that isn't going to change. you don't NEED to make them 100x100 or whatever. just make them a size that's much more easily visible for everyone.

and another thing i thought about was "what about people with color blindness? how are they going to see your psds?"

that's something else i think gets forgotten when people are using super fancy PSDs. now i love to slap PSDs onto things but c'mon. some of them are really wild and probably difficult for people to enjoy, i'd imagine.

[eungii]

• ¡ 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 !!.

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: cute moment with tr boys <3 // 00.1

ғᴛ: sanzu and rindou.

ᴛᴡ: FEM! reader || fluff || curse words || SANZU;; crack and fluff ||

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: yeah, sanzu and rindou's are the same but also different? im trying to change some things in my blog because it look so disgusting and ugly, plus say hi to shinji.

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꒰ HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AKASHI ꒱

"I'm so fucking tired of you" Koko's words where enough to make Sanzu turn around. His face was just enough to make Koko more annoyed.

"You and that girl, the way you talked about her, and how she look at you IS OBVIOUS!" He was tired of seeing his coworker daydream about the not so mysterious girl plus the jealous knowing that the pink haired guy could die non virgin.

"Sorry lizard guy" the nickname came out of his lips, making a funny face " I can't let her know that a big criminal and drug addict is wrapped around her finger, plus is funny to be a pain in the ass to you and Rindou"

"You asshole-"

"you AsShole-" sanzu said mocking Koko's accent and then sitting next to the other male, now all serious "You know I can't do it sobber, and she hates when I'm all high" and with that he ended getting out of the room. Making Koko start thinking and when an idea got in his head, he pull his phone.

-

Sanzu's phone start to ring, and with a disgusting face he answer it.

A dry "what" was out his lips continue by a laugh and following a "wow, you sound sober" Rindou's voice could be hear "fuck off, what so you want"

-

"Ok so, Rindou is distracting Sanzu, meanwhile you and me pit this peace of paper?" Ran ridiculously ask "Boten is known by having a lot of money and you want us to show...this? " his disgust expression was enough to start annoying Koko "I know and it is a poster you dumb, but I found this on Sanzu's room and its real his vibe"

"Ok, here she comes... One, two... THREE!" Koko shouts just so Rindou hear it too. And then the big poster came down, with a blushed sanzu, a nervous Koko, a kinda proud ran and a irritated rindou.

"I-I, ok it's not what you- " the pink haired man try to avoid your eyes "T-That is not my letter, so definitely not m-me hehe.."

"Hey! Koko I found this next to that ugly thing!" The older Haitani screamed and the unfold the next white poster with a 'made by sanzu'. "Oh, it could be any Sanzu" and the next part unfold 'Akashi'

"Ouh.."

꒰ RINDOU HAITANI ꒱

His tsundere ass can't stop looking at you like the best diamond, but also can't tell you that. Somehow he loves when you text him, how your messages end with a '<3', how you send him stupid cat faces in the middles of a meating , yeah he loves it, but can't show you that size of him.

But one day before his bed time, your message make him go pale.

"Rindou, I am marry with you"

I mean, it is kinda funny how you change some words, but try to make the same meaning, he thought, so why dont he respond the besy way he can?

"<3"

And as your calm body was already asleep, the only you have is he's probably already sleeping so calmly.

Meanwhile a wild Rindou enter to his brother room with a happy "RAAAAAN!", making his brother fall from his bed. A sleepy "what" fell from his pink tired lips

"She wants to marry me" Rindou whisper, but ran didnt hear anything "what-?"

"she wants to marry me" "eh?"

"SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME YOU DUMB SHIT FACE"

-

After that small brothers fight, both haitani's sat on the sofa, an older brother proud that he could be uncle, and a younger brother that was dying inside from how cute it was but "wait- she technically ask you to marry her, so that's not so manly of your part" Ah yes, the big brother always screwing up. "shut up— i'm gonna to make her the best gift ever"

-

Why does this always happen to him? When everything was ready, why?

"Yeah and im sorry Rin, that was my little sister so that's why the message was a little messed up" shit— he though "Pff, I didnt even notice it you loser..." While his mouth was done speaking, faster that he thought, he start calling Ran

"Yeah, what's up?" "Abort mission, abort mission" "Um.. To late"

What—

The sound of fireworks just stopped his mind, and before you could turn around his hands were squishing your cheeks "Do not turn, i mean just look forward to the future— there is no point in looking back" his shaking voice with his blushing cheeks make your head turn.

'I love you y/n'

"Pff nothing to do with me, it's a different y/n"

'From Rindou'

"Is another different Rindou" he said with his worried face mixed with his pink cheeks

'Haitani'

"Haha what is the probability??"

'Ran's baby brother'

"Shit—"

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[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

[imagines-ahs]

Chapter Fourteen - Crimson.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

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“Okay.” Venable reached for her suitcase and followed to the left of their shared living room. After she closed the door, her eyes scanned the bedroom; it was huge. There was a big window to the left, as well a king-sized bed just like the one she had at home. The nightstands were clear wood and the rug was soft fur. Near the bathroom, a small couch and table stood. Thank God we’re not sharing a bathroom. Or a bedroom. Getting changed in front of anyone was a huge no. She could at least lock the door and have some privacy like that. After kicking her heels off, Wilhemina checked the bathroom. Of course it was huge, with a large tube and a large shower as well. Even the chandelier there was fancy. The towels were white and as soft as cotton. Everything smelled marvelously. Are all hotels like that? Venable assumed only the fancier ones would have all that room.

After using the bathroom and finding herself some slippers, Wilhemina walked back to the living room. She was hoping they could order something that arrived fast, for she was absolutely starving. Billie Dean was still getting changed, so Venable sat down on the table and reached for her phone in her pocket; Emma had texted her again. ’Nice! How’s your room?’ Wilhemina quickly answered her. ’It’s gorgeous. Me and Billie Dean are sharing the same bedroom, I suppose, but they’re divided by a living room.’ Venable wasn’t sure how to put it in better words, so she just hit send. The door to her right cracked open, and Billie Dean stepped out of it in baggy sweatpants and a sweater, hair still in curls and makeup still in place. It was so odd to see Billie Dean in, quote on quote, normal clothes; she was always dressed so nicely. 

“Sorry I took so long,” Billie Dean sat down in front of Venable. 

“You didn’t. I just sat down.” Wilhemia set her phone aside. Billie Dean looked a little better, now; her eyes weren’t as red anymore. 

“That’s good.” My feet are killing me. Billie Dean wasn’t sure what else she could do. I should put my feet up. But she wanted to have a nice meal with Wilhemina. “What are you in the mood for?” Venable frowned. Billie chuckled softly. “To eat. What are you in the mood to eat?”

“Oh—“ Wilhemina’s cheeks tinted slightly. Billie Dean kept her eyes glued on her, with that constant kindness in them. “Anything you want.”

Billie Dean hummed. She reached for the small menu on top of the table, reading all of the options the hotel offered. “Pizza?”

“Pizza?” 

“Mhm.” Billie arched her eyebrows teasingly. “Too wild for you?”

“What?”

Billie Dean couldn’t help but laugh at Venable’s face; she stared at her like she had seen something out of this world. “You seem to be someone who enjoys order.”

“I do.” Confused, Wilhemina shifted on her chair. What did that had to do with food?

“Have you ever eaten pizza at four p.m.?”

“Of course not.” Oh. Billie Dean’s statement made sense. Her cheeks flushed a little more. Billie Dean laughed loudly. 

Leaning closer, Billie bit her lower lip and smiled cheekily. “Would you like to go wild with me?” Even though the question was innocent, Venable gulped quietly. Shyly, she nodded, cheeks hot. “Pizza it is, then. Which toppings?”

Wilhemina had to concentrate on the task to be able to think again. She sat up a little better. “Cheese…?”

“A classic,” Billie Dean hummed. Seeing Wilhemina so flushed was something she was enjoying perhaps a little too much. “A big cheese pizza?”

“That sounds good.” Venable nodded. 

“I’ll order, then.” Billie Dean walked to the telephone at the corner of the room and called reception. She smiled playfully at Wilhemina as she leaned against the wall. “Hello, this is room sixty-three. We’d like to order the biggest cheese pizza you have.” As the man on the other side spoke, Billie winked at Venable; Wilhemina let out a quiet laugh. “Yes, for now. And also…” Brown eyes scanned the menu again. “Do you have any ice cream?” Once again, she eyed Venable. She looks like a child seeing life for the first time. Had Venable ever been in a hotel room before? She had the same look of wonder she did when they were in the plane, earlier. Maybe that’s just who she truly is. “The bigger one, please. Chocolate?” She arched her eyebrows to Wilhemina in a questioning manner. Venable nooded. “Chocolate, yes. Alright, thank you.” She set the phone back down. “It should be here in an hour max.”

That was going to be a lot of food. Weirdly enough, Wilhemina was excited; she had never had those silly experiences in life before. “Okay.” She chuckled. Her cheeks hurt a little, for she was smiling big. 

Billie Dean joined her on the table again. She stared at Venable, seeing the way her features seemed to have softened up. “Do you mind if I tell you something that might make you blush?” She teased, yet again. Mostly because that was how she was, but also because it was nearly addicting to watch Wilhemina’s face turn red and her lips to turn up. 

“Is it really necessary?” Oh God. Venable was already blushing. 

Billie Dean leaned against her hand, elbow on the table as she pretended to be thinking. “Hmm… I think so, yeah.”

“Will I lose my job if I deny it?” Wilhemina allowed herself to play along. Something in her trusted Billie Dean wouldn’t judge; wouldn’t make fun of her. 

At the words, Billie laughed. She was not expecting that. “Yes.”

“Fine…” Venable sighed playfully. 

“Well… you’re really beautiful.” Billie Dean wetted her lips. Wilhemina’s face turned white instead of red. “I’m saying that because I think you should hear it. Especially when you smile.” What should Venable answer to that? “And no, it’s not a joke. I’m being honest.”

Venable gulped. She kept her eyes on Billie Dean, having no reaction at all. After collecting herself, she managed to speak. “Why—why are you saying that?”

“I told you. Because I think so.” Billie Dean kept on leaning against her hand. “And I don’t think you know that… and you should.”

Wilhemina’s brown eyes fell down before she looked back at Billie Dean. Nervously, she played with her hands on her lap. “With all respect, I can’t help but think you’re not being honest,” she said softly, hesitantly. “I—I mean, look at you. You’re used to seeing yourself every day. How can you think I am beautiful?”

Billie Dean blinked twice as she assimilated Venable’s words. Is she… She frowned. “Is this your way of returning the compliment?” Over the years, taking compliments had gotten easier; but it still made her feel all giddy inside. 

Now, Venable turned red. “I suppose…?”

Billie Dean chuckled. “Thank you. But that’s not about me… you are a gorgeous woman, Wilhemina. I mean, I’m sure you know how Emma sees you, and I’ve heard the boys talking about you. Jenny commented about it, too.” 

The idea of so many people talking about her caused Venable to want to shrink down and run away. What were they talking? That meant they noticed her, and Wilhemina didn’t usually enjoy being noticed. “That is… odd.”

“It’s not, though.” She has this worry dimple between her eyebrows… Billie Dean hadn’t seen it in a while. Perhaps not at all today—saving from when they were in the plane. “They were all commenting on how beautiful you are. I’m sure a lot of people think that way.” 

Venable looked away. Her shoulders began caving in, but she didn’t feel the need to close herself with Billie Dean. Weirdly enough, she felt safe to explore her thoughts; to say them out loud. Billie’s eyes were still glued on her. Once again, Billie Dean was right. Wilhemina did need to hear that more. She had a whole life to make up to. “I… I don’t know what to t-tell you.” It was the honest answer. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” With her free arm, Billie Dean reached for Wilhemina. She couldn’t reach her, so she turned her palm up and rested it against the table; a silent invitation. Venable’s brown eyes lingered on it before she hesitantly reached for her hand. Billie Dean smiled and squeezed it, feeling Wilhemina slightly squeezing her own back. They looked at each other, and the corners of Venable’s lips turned up. There she is. “So… can I say we’re friends, now?” She teased after a minute. 

Venable let out a small chuckle. “Yes.” She nodded. And then she gulped and decided for once, she would open up with someone she felt she could trust. It could be a mistake, yes, but it could also be a good decision. And right now, Wilhemina felt it was the later. “I have never… done that, you know?”

“That what?” Billie Dean’s thumb was back at caressing Venable’s hand. 

“Pizza… with a friend.” Wilhemina shrugged. Her eyes fell back down to their hands, paying attention to how Billie’s nails shone under the bright light above them. “Sharing a room… almost like a sleepover.” Venable shook her head after a second. “I’m sorry, this is stupid.”

“It’s not,” Billie Dean quickly said. She shook her head and waited for Wilhemina to look back at her; when she did, she smiled sadly. “It’s not,” Billie repeated. She looks so vulnerable. It was hard not to get up and give Venable a tight hug. 

The thumb caressing her hand made it hard to keep her facade up. The touch was so comforting it nearly made Wilhemina forget about all of her fears. Nearly. Her eyes wanted to get teary, but Venable held it back. “Thank you,” it came nearly in a whisper. She took a deep breath. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. “I—“ Wilhemina cleared her throat and sat up a little better. “I’m working on the report as you told me to.”

That’s my cue to stop. Billie Dean was slowly learning to read Wilhemina. She nodded. “That’s good. Your work is always impressive.”

“Thank you.” Gently, Venable pulled her hand away from Billie Dean’s. She let it rest on her lap once again. Silence made itself home between them. 

Now this is awkward. Billie Dean didn’t want to make Wilhemina feel uncomfortable. So she tried finding a subject to talk about; that was the first time things got awkward between them. She needs to get used to being called beautiful. Billie would make that her personal mission. Why? She didn’t know. “Was your house alright after I went there?”

Venable nodded. That was safe to talk about. “Yes. It is as if nothing had ever been there.” 

“That’s good.” Billie Dean smiled a little. I brought her here after everything that happened. She had forgotten about it. “Before we leave for the set later, I want to put a protection on you.”

Wilhemina frowned. “What for?”

“Whatever is in that house.” Billie Dean watched how Venable kept on frowning. She took a quiet, deep breath. “I know you don’t believe in me… most people don—“

“I do,” Wilhemina cut her. Billie Dean arched an eyebrow and allowed her to proceed. Venable licked her lips as she thought. “I think I do… I don’t know. I don’t don’t believe you. I just—I don’t know. It’s confusing.”

Confusing.That was a start. And certainly more than most people were willing to give Billie Dean. “It is.” 

Venable nodded. “That night… that same putrid smell and cold feeling surrounded me in my own house. I can’t explain it… but you can.” Wilhemina was a logical person. And Billie Dean’s philosophy made logical sense in that situation. Venable bit her inner cheek as she thought for a second. Billie Dean kept on listening, allowing her to take her time. It wasn’t easy to come to terms with the other side, specially when you had lived a whole life without believing in it. “I’m learning,” Wilhemina finally said. 

Billie Dean smiled to herself, small but genuine. She nodded. “Thank you.”

“What for?” 

“Giving me a chance instead of calling me insane.” Billie shrugged. 

She has a past, too. Wilhemina wouldn’t pry. I can’t deal with people opening up… but I think I could deal with her. Venable felt like she could, maybe, comfort Billie Dean to a degree. I’m being conceited. She pushed the idea to the side. “I don’t like to judge.”

“Me neither.” And still… Billie Dean was aware they had both done that to each other. 

“Are you sure you’ll be alright tonight?” 

“I think so,” Billie nodded. It was, once again, heartwarming how much Wilhemina cared about her well-being. No one else in the crew did. “I’ll come prepared.”

Venable nodded. “You can…” She started, hesitantly. “You should call me if you don’t feel alright.”

When was the last time someone had said it to Billie Dean and actually meant it? With no second intentions, with no eyes on any prize? I can’t remember. People didn’t treat her as human anymore, not for a long time, now. Venable’s words caused her eyes to grow misty. “I…” She bit her lower lip. “Can I give you a hug?”

A hug? That was unexpected. And certainly not the most comfortable thing for Venable. But Billie Dean’s eyes were shimmering with tears, and she stared at Wilhemina like she was the eight wonder of the world. After a minute, she nodded. And Billie Dean quickly got up and went to her side. Wilhemina barely had time to get up on her feet before two arms were tightly wrapped around her, caressing her lower back dangerously close to her crooked spine. Please don’t go up. She tried focusing on how Billie’s body felt, on how she smelled and how tight her hug was. I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged like that. The unfamiliar yet absolutely comforting sensation it provided was enough for Venable to allow herself to stay there a little longer, battling the thoughts about Billie Dean’s hands slipping up. They were steady on her lower back, after all. As she forced herself to relax, her head fell down on Billie Dean’s shoulder. Venable took a deep breath. Floratta Blue. It was becoming familiar. Her fingertips caressed Billie Dean’s back where no one would ever touch her own, feeling the straight curvature of it. It was so different. It was everything she had ever wanted. 

She feels good. When Billie Dean’s chest felt better, she slowly pulled away. Her hands now caressed Wilhemina’s arms, lavander still clouded her senses. “Thank you, Wilhemina.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Billie Dean.” Venable’s mouth had gone dry. Her body nearly trembled, and she could feel Billie’s breath tickling her skin. Now, with the hands on her arms instead of her back, she relaxed a tiny bit more. 

“I do, though.” Billie Dean scanned Wilhemina’s face, taking in every single detail; from her almond, dark brown eyes, to her beautiful nose and plump lips. She’s an work of art. It was insane to think that woman standing in front of her didn’t allow herself to take a compliment. 

“Nonsense,” Venable’s voice was a little lower, now, for they were close. Her hands slipped down to a more comfortable position and ended up resting on Billie Dean’s hips. She gulped. They reminded her of her fantasy. And of Emma. Emma. Billie Dean kept those kind eyes glued on her. 

I want to kiss her, the thought came flying through Billie Dean’s mind. And she realized Jenny had been right—mostly right. She didn’t only have the so called ‘hots’ for Wilhemina; she was, maybe, perhaps, possibly falling for her. Fuck. Billie was the one to gulp, now. Her body refused to move, and the hands on her hips only made it harder for it to do so. And it only got harder and harder, for she caught Venable’s eyes falling down to her lips. “Wilhe—“ Billie Dean’s words were cut by the buzzing of the bell on their door. Quickly, they pulled away. “It’s—it’s the pizza. I’ll go get it.” 

“Okay.” Wilhemina looked down. She took a deep breath as Billie Dean walked to the door, trying to collect herself and her rapidly beating heart. Her palms were sweating. It didn’t feel like that with Emma. She didn’t know how it had felt with Emma, but it wasn’t like that. Clearing her throat, Venable sat back down. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she grabbed it to see a notification from Emma. ’I want to know everything about it when you’re back! Those rooms sound good.’ Wilhemina barely processed the text. She took another deep breath before texting her back: ’I’ll tell you. And they are. How’s work?’

“Hey,” Billie Dean walked back into the living room, placing their food and two plates along with some silverware on top of the table. She smiled. She’s texting someone. Asking who it was was definitely prying. 

Wilhemina sent the message and put her phone back into her pocket. She offered a smile back at Billie Dean, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw her face. That was the woman she had just hugged and stared at the lips of. That gorgeous creature. She’s a friend. That’s why it felt different than with Emma. Besides, she’s straight. It made sense. “Hi.” She looked over to the food, and only then she realized how huge the box of pizza was. “This is massive.”

“I know, right?” Billie Dean chuckled. “More for us.” She winked playfully before sitting down. “I got us some orange soda, I hope that’s alright? I forgot to order, but they brought it along just in case. I figured I’d take it.”

That damn wink. Wilhemina found it funny. “It’s alright.” She didn’t necessarily drank soda, but she also didn’t didn’t drink it. It was a surprise Billie Dean did, though; she seemed just so fancy, not the kind to appreciate that kind of thing. 

“Perfect, then.” Billie Dean reached for a napkin and opened the box. The pizza smelled heavenly, full of cheese and with steam raising up. She hummed. “Do you want me to get you a slice?”

“Of course.” Wilhemina held her plate up. Carefully, Billie Dean placed a slice on it. “Thank you.” She reached for the silverware and began to cut the piece, careful not to make a mess. 

Billie Dean watched Venable from the corner of her eyes. Her heart was only now going back to its normal speed. After getting herself some pizza, Billie reached for it with a napkin. She took a first bite. “Hm…” She hummed. Wilhemina looked up at her and let out a small chuckle. Billie Dean smiled a little. “What?”

“I’m just thinking,” Venable shook her head. She took a first bite; it was delicious. Billie Dean is a magnet for good food. 

“What about? I like your thoughts.” Billie took another bite. It was true; Venable had a way of thinking that was different from almost everyone she had ever met. Almost. 

Ignoring her tinting cheeks, Wilhemina reached for a napkin and wiped her mouth clean. She shouldn’t be talking that much; shouldn’t be opening up and allowing herself to be so vulnerable. But Billie Dean simply made her feel that way. And it was hard to stop it, especially when Venable was getting so good at ignoring her tormenting thoughts around her. “It ties to what we were talking about earlier… you know, how we judge people. I just didn’t expect you to be that way.”

Wilhemina was a smart woman, that was no secret. But Billie Dean appreciated that her intelligence didn’t stop at the books. “What way?” Billie reached to pour them some soda. 

Venable pushed her glass closer. “Thank you.” She licked her lips clean. “And, like that. Eating pizza with your hands and all.”

“Oh?” Billie Dean chuckled. “You expected me to be all posh and stuff?”

“Perhaps…” 

Billie Dean laughed as she finished filling Wilhemina’s glass. She set the bottle aside. “I can be. But not when I feel comfortable.”

She’s comfortable with me. Why that notion was so weird to Venable was foreign to her. “That’s not a critic,” she clarified. 

“I know.” Billie took another bite. She smiled to herself. “You should give it a try.”

Venable took a sip of the soda. It was overwhelmingly sweet and not as good as she remembered it to be. “To what?” 

“Eating pizza with your hands.” Billie Dean smiled cheekily. “It’s a path you can’t go back.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Wilhemina laughed softly. 

“Oh, it is.” Billie Dean set her slice aside and reached for another one, wrapping it in a napkin. “Are you ready to take that step?” She stared deeply into Venable’s eyes, trying to stay serious while the corners of her lips kept on turning up. 

Once again, Wilhemina laughed. It was safe to say it had been a while ever since she felt so light and carefree. “I don’t know. Am I?”

Billie hummed. “I think so.”

“If you say so…” Venable reached for the slice. Billie Dean wiggled her fingers playfully, laughing sweetly. Wilhemina slowly took a bite.

“See? Magical.”

She might be the coolest person I’ve ever met. Not because Billie Dean was famous, or had money. But because she was herself. She wasn’t scared of being judged. It was something to be admired. “It is good… I feel myself changing, already,” she teased. 

“A whole new woman.” Billie Dean reached for her slice and took a bite, smiling cheekily at Wilhemina. 

With a chuckle, Venable took another bite. Sauce fell down her chin and, this time, she didn’t think anyone would be making fun of her. Instead, she laughed, loud and honest. “Oh no.”

Billie Dean reached for a clean napkin, leaning closer to wipe Wilhemina’s face clean. As she did so, she kept on chuckling. “See? It’s a path of no return.”

“Thank you,” Venable murmured. She took another sip of soda and reached for the slice again. She took another bite. Eating food with her hands was so odd, she had to admit she was struggling a little. The slice kept on bending down. 

Billie Dean watched her quietly, smile settled on her lips. She looks like she’s not from this world. Maybe she wasn’t. At least not from the world Billie Dean had been used to. I want to know more.“Have you ever been to McDonald’s?” 

“McDonald’s?” Wilhemina looked up at her with a frown. “I don’t think so, no.”

Billie Dean gasped a little. “Never?” she asked, even though she had expected that answer. 

“No…” The reaction caused Venable to feel inadequate. She knew she hadn’t had a, quote on quote, normal experience in life. She didn’t need to be reminded of that. “The food looks horrible,” she said, mostly because it was true, but also because she felt like she had a valid reason for having never been there and she wanted to somehow defend herself. 

Uh-oh. Even though subtle, Billie Dean saw the way Wilhemina pushed her chest up and the way her voice grew sterner. I can’t risk her closing up again. It had taken a lot of work to have Venable feel this comfortable with her, Billie didn’t want to make that feeling go away. “You’re right,” she nodded. “I just assumed everyone had been there at least once. It’s almost cultural, you know?” Wilhemina nodded and took another bite, not saying anything. Billie Dean licked her lips. “I like it that you haven’t,” she quickly said. This time, Venable frowned. Think, Billie Dean. “It makes it more fun for when I take you there.” She opened a cheeky smile and watched as Wilhemina’s face softened up. 

Against Venable’s wishes, she smiled a little. “Take me there?”

Billie Dean nodded. “Now that I know you haven’t tried it, it’s my duty to make you consume those delicious toxins.” The words got her a chuckle from Wilhemina. Thank God. 

“Do you even like it?” 

“I love it.” Billie Dean chuckled. “It’s my biggest guilty pleasure.” 

Venable was not expecting that. Billie Dean was definitely nothing she had expected; she was a regular person, with regular interests and regular ways of being. She’s not regular at all, though. Billie Dean was someone you couldn’t meet twice, that Wilhemina was sure of. But in a good way. In a way she had never thought people could make her feel. “I won’t tell anyone,” she teased softly. 

“Thank you.” Billie Dean took another sip of the soda. “Tomorrow, then. It’s settled.” 

“McDonald’s tomorrow?”

“Yep. After we wrap-up.” Billie reached for another slice. So did Wilhemina. She’s using a napkin instead of silverware. Billie Dean did tell her it was a path of no return. 

“Alright.” Venable nodded. She kept on smiling to herself, for everything was just so… good. She was having pizza with a friend for the first time in her life, traveling by plane and sharing a room, too. And even though it was late to be having simple firsts, Wilhemina found herself at peace with it; she was at peace, because it was with Billie Dean. And right now, Venable didn’t think anyone else would have made these firsts so nice. Even though it was cliché and Wilhemina absolutely despised it, for the first time she was able to believe things happened as they should. 

Is this a date? Billie Dean found herself stupid for even considering that. They were friends. That was all. And Emma was interested in Wilhemina, so there was just no way. They were friends. Friends. She finished her slice and leaned back on the chair. She was absolutely full. “That was delicious.”

Wilhemina nodded as she drank the last of her soda. She looked over to the box; more than half of the enormous pizza was still there. “We’ll have it for dinner, too.”

“Yeah.” Billie Dean looked over as well. “I definitely don’t mind it.”

“Me either.” Wilhemina felt her phone vibrating in her back pocket. She reached for it only to see another notification from Emma. ’Work is boring… I like to watch you from time to time and I can’t do that today.’ along with the message, Emma had sent her an emoji of a monkey covering its eyes. Then, she sent another text. ’That sounded weird. But it’s because I like to watch you work… you’re pretty when you’re concentrated.’ Wilhemina’s cheeks grew hot, and she didn’t realize her lips were forming into a smile while she stared down at the tiny screen in her hands. 

Billie Dean raised a teasing eyebrow. “Is that Emma?” Even though she asked it, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. 

Quickly, Venable looked back at her. Her cheeks grew even hotter. Shit. Fuck. “She’s just—just letting me know how work is.”

“Mhm.” Billie Dean smirked as she kept on staring at Wilhemina, whom kept on blushing. “Do you like her?” If was prying, Billie knew it. Even asking if the person Venable was talking to had been. But Billie Dean couldn’t stop herself. 

Venable scoffed out of instinct. She set her phone back inside her pocket. And then she thought of an answer. Did she like Emma? She didn’t know. She thought she did but now… she wasn’t so sure. And that was none of Billie Dean’s business, frankly. It was uncomfortable to talk about it with Billie; or at least ‘uncomfortable’ was the closest she could think of to what she was feeling. “I don’t think I want to talk about it.”

Billie Dean felt herself wanting to push on the manner. She felt restless. Curious. Calm down.Wilhemina was still a friend. She nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay.” Venable had began to build her walls again. She felt the roughness coming back inside, and she hated it. Her eyes fell down to her lap. 

I crossed the line. Billie Dean decided it was best to leave Wilhemina alone. And she also wanted to be alone for a minute. I need to rest for later. “I’ll go rest for tonight… save some energy.” 

Weird. “Alright.” Venable looked up to Billie Dean. Something had shifted between them. 

“Call me if you need anything.” Billie got up and closed the pizza box. And then, she made her way to the door of her bedroom. Before getting inside, however, she looked back at Wilhemina. “Before we leave, don’t let me forget to put that protection on you.”

“I won’t.”

Billie Dean nodded and closed the door. Now, in solitude, she let out a groan. I don’t want to think about it. So she wouldn’t. To make matters worse, they hadn’t even touched the ice cream. 

[iguana-eyanna]

Inside of Your Light

Pairing: Jeff Wittek x Plus Size Model! Reader

Summary: The vlog squad threw you a special surprise for your birthday, including a big present that may change your life.

a/n: songfic What Have I Done by Dermont Kennedy

You woke up around 7 o'clock in the morning when your phone rang. You groggily grab it and see that your boyfriend, Jeff, started to facetime you. "Hello?" you whispered as your eyes tried to pry open.

"Happy Birthday, baby girl." Jeff said brightly, making you blush.

"Aww, thank you, Jeff. But why did you call me so early in the morning?" You joked as you started to sit up on your mattress. "Sorry, I'm at the gym at the hotel and I thought you'd be awake right now." Jeff replied sheepishly. Jeff got offered a brand deal in New York so he wasn't able to celebrate your special day in LA.

"It's ok, I was meaning to get dolled up a bit before Carley and Erin pick me up to get our nails done." You started to yawn as it made Jeff's heart melt a bit. "You're so cute when you wake up." he said, admiring how the sun hits the back of your head.

You smirk back at the screen as you playfully roll your eyes. “And to everyone else in the world, I’m Frankenstein coming back from the dead.” Jeff laughed harder as he smiled at you. “I gotta go and wrap my reps. Just wanted to wish my best girl an amazing day.” You blow him an air kiss as he winked back. “Love you, babes.” You said as you got out of bed. “Love you more,” Jeff said before he hung up the call.

You take a deep breath and thought how lucky you were to be with a guy like Jeff. You and Jeff joined the vlog squad around the same time a few years back. You were a plus-size model for a few companies like Fashion Nova and Pretty Little Thing. Once you started off your YouTube channel, Carley saw your videos and dmed you on Instagram to hang out sometime. You met up at a lunch with the group and she introduced you to everyone, but somehow caught Jeff’s eye.

The whole time, you and Jeff started to hit it off. Then with a lot of flirting and calling each other late at night, you both decided to make it official. Jeff thought you would turn him away due to his past, but you truly accepted him for his journey, even if it wasn’t pretty. Now you were going strong for about three years, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After you’ve gotten ready, Erin texted you that they were outside. You head out and enter their car as they began filming. “Hey, guys! We just picked up our queen, happy birthday!” You smile brightly as you buckle in the back. “Thank you guys!” you said. Carly turns back to you and gives you your favorite Starbucks drink and a cake pop. “Thought you could use a little sugary treat to start the day.” You make a small pout from the gesture, thanking her again.

On your way to the nail salon, you guys start talking about David’s latest antics as well as a fancy restaurant that just opened that you really wanted to try. The girls make a face at the camera but you didn’t make of it as you arrived at your appointment. Carly switches off the camera as you all started heading out of the car.

Once you were all done, you all started to fan over the amazing job of your nail artists (which you all generously tipped) and decided to go out for lunch. “Are we still clubbing tonight?” Carly asked as she sipped her Seltzer. You nod yes as you finished a bite of your appetizer. “Yep, I’m so excited to wear this cocktail dress Jeff gave me before he left. I just wished he was here to celebrate.” You said, fumbling with the end of a napkin in front of you.

The girls give you a sympathetic look, knowing how much you’ve been missing him the past couple of days. Even after they changed the subject, all you could think of was Jeff. But after a good meal and a little site seeing, you started to feel a bit better. The girls dropped you home so you could relax before clubbing the night away.

Right when it hit evening, you began getting ready as you curled your hair and did your makeup just right. You slipped on the dress Jeff gave you that adored every curve on your figure, silently thanking your boyfriend for his taste in fashion.

You suddenly hear a knock at the door, thinking it's one of the girls. You unlock the door and open it to reveal no other than your very well-dressed boyfriend. "Jeff! You're back!" You screamed as you gave him a crushing hug, later kissing him. "Hey, doll." Jeff whispered as you took his breath away, taking out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"What are you doing back home?" You asked, still dazed that's actually at your doorstep. "C'mon, did you really think I was going to miss my best girl's big day?" He questioned with a twinkle in his eye. You roll your eyes and hug him again, truly blessed to have such an amazing boyfriend.

"I'm here to pick you up to your destination, shall we?" He offers his hand that you gladly took it. He helps you in his car as you both drove off to the main road with his hand on your upper thigh. You notice that he doesn't take the road to the club. "Babe, I think you missed a turn." you told Jeff who was smirking even more at your cluelessness. "Don't worry dolI, I know where I'm going." he takes a hold of your hand and kisses your knuckle as you blush harder.

He then parks in a parking lot and goes out of the car to open your door. Before you could actually take in your surroundings, Jeff shielded your view. "Hey! Jeff seriously, where are we?" you lightly scolded him. "You gotta trust me now, okay?" you agreed as you grumbled under your breath. With a few more steps, you start to enter a doorway that was decorated with...

streamers?

Jeff takes his hands off and you see all of your friends surrounding you. "Happy Birthday!" they all screamed out loud. You smile from ear to ear as Jeff wrapped his arms around your waist. Utterly shocked, you did your best to express your happiness but you were beyond speechless.

You suddenly realized that the place you were in was the restaurant you've desperately wanted to try and you turn around to Jeff who was beaming at your joy. "All for you, baby girl." his husky voice told you as you hugged him, pecking his face with kisses. Then, all of your friends ushered you both in to dine and dance. You saw how the entire restaurant had accents of rose gold decorations, as well as your friends wearing the same color palette.

Although this surprise was really touching, something was bothering you. Usually, they would throw parties like these for David, so why would they celebrate something big for you?

Later on, you all ate the most mouth-watering food as well as dancing to your favorite songs. Once they take out the birthday cake, you lose sight of Jeff. You ask Carly where he is but she brushed it off, saying that he's probably getting you a drink. As you started to dish out the cake, David stood up and clinked a knife to a glass.

"Hey everyone! If I could get your attention please." David shouted as the whole party calmed down. "There is a special surprise waiting outside on the back patio for our birthday girl, so could our celebrant please wear a blindfold?" Everyone started to cheer except for you. "I swear David if it's a wild animal..." you warned him but it was too late. One of the guys used a long fabric to cover your eyes, guiding you outside.

They take off the blindfold to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you. You don't understand what's going on until you see a flower arch in the back of him, with a message illuminating "Marry Me." You gasp lightly as you cover your mouth with your eyes starting to water.

Jeff takes your shaking hands into his, ready to start his speech. “I wasn't really in New York for a brand deal, I was picking up your birthday gift.”

He then lowers himself on one knee, taking out a small pastel pink box to reveal a beautiful gold band decorated with transcendent diamonds. Both of you start to cry, but Jeff is literally a mess as he tries to finish his words.

“Before I met you, I thought I’d be better off alone. Now, my soul has been torn and reborn, started breathing for the very first in my life. As I’m standing in front of you, I wanna get it right for once.

Oh, believe me when I say I've been knocked out and beat but this feeling is fleeting. Even this morning, I've been thinking 'bout the way you smile golden…I want to move inside of your light.

I never thought I needed saving, I was right where I should be Good God, I know it's dangerous, but it's you that I need I'm in love this time. So, do you wanna be mine forever?”

You uncover your mouth and shake your head.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes." you said. The waterworks literally overcame both of you as he slid the ring around your finger, getting up to kiss your lips. Your friends cheer as they close up to you, firing confetti cannons into the air. You look up to Jeff as you wiped away his happy tears away from his face.

No words were exchanged, but you could tell through his eyes that he was forever grateful for you to be a part of his life. You both kiss again, ending the night with great friends and memories that will forever last in the video Joe has been recording for Jeff's channel (which trended 14 million on YouTube for a whole month).

You were the light in his life and he will bask in it for eternity.

[marveicinematics]

kaleidoscope (loki x reader, smut)

Summary : Loki has got the whole night ready : the hotel suite, the rope and the perfect lover. 

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x female reader.

Words : 1,504

TW : Smut. Oral sex (female receiving, male only mentioned), fingering, unprotected sex, bondage, dom/sub kink, safe word use, masturbation (only mentioned).

Note : Based on readers’ requests. A lot of you wanted Loki in this sort of plot, so I really hope you enjoy it.

"What is this place?“

Your eyes widened as you entered the hotel room. Room — that’s what he called it, but you had never seen an hotel room this big, before tonight. It looked like the most luxurious New-York apparement you had ever set a foot in.

“Our room, for the next..—“ He checked his phone, before turning it off and setting it down the table. “Exactly eight hours and forty-two minutes.“

A laughter escaped your lips. Loki surely knew how to make this romantic, but not by counting every minutes.

“Then we better get started, big boy.“

It all started two weeks ago, after you spent the night at the Avengers headquarters. Loki’s room was on the same floor as Black Widow’s and Captain America’s. After what had been a wild night for both you and Loki, your first time having sex with the god you had been dating for two months, Natasha couldn’t help but to tease you during the entire breakfast. It was only by how blushed Steve’s cheeks went when Natasha mentioned how Loki seemed to have lost his voice overnight, that you realized they both knew. Soon enough, Loki decided both of you deserved a night of wildness without dealing with the Avenger’s sarcastic comments.

When he mentioned an hotel room, you had imagined a gloomy motel room. But there you were, inside what seemed to be a palace room coming from a Disney’s animation film. It didn’t stop you from kissing your man with all the passion and desire you had been saving for this moment. Loki had been so busy with the Avengers that you barely saw him all week long. Sure, you took care of yourself, thinking about how good this night was going to be. But you wanted to save some of this frustration for tonight. A spark of desire rushed in Loki’s eyes as he kissed you back, pushing you down on the bed.

“You’re going to need a safe word, love.“

“A— what?“

He smiled at what you believed was stupidity, but was really just innocence. As always, Loki explained everything he wanted you to know on how and why you should use this word, before reaching an agreement with the word "kaleidoscope“. It was only after both of you repeated it a couple of time to make sure you both knew the meaning behind it that he kissed you again. Deeply, fiercely. With just a kiss, you knew how much he had been wanting you — all of you. Quickly, you managed to undress the brown-haired god, throwing his clothes all over the hotel room floor. Loki seemed to enjoy it, because he followed your idea, taking care of your dress and underwear, leaving both of you fully naked on the queen-size bed.

“Are you ready?“ Asked Loki, and with a large grin across your face, you nodded.

He leaned towards the bedside table, catching the rope he had bought just for you. He even sent you a whole text about it, and how it wasn’t going to hurt you, or as least it would only be a pleasurable pain, from the type of rope he bought. Before his explanations, you really believed a rope was just a rope, but he managed to change your opinion on this subject. While Loki was tying up your wrists on the headboard, you looked at his naked body, your eyes worshiping everything he was. But soon enough, the man was done, and slide between your legs.

"Now, you will obey my commands. Do only as I say, or you will be punished."

His voice was deeper, filled with lust, which only turned your on even more. You could feel yourself getting wetter just by listening to his voice. You nodded again, and despite the fact that he was trying to stay as serious as he could be, you saw a soft grin on his face — he was, oh, so in love with you. But before you had time to say anything, Loki’s face was between your legs, and his expert tongue was all over your pussy, hitting the right spots, sucking the right parts and making you moan with pleasure. For once, you were free to be loud. You wouldn’t hold back. His strong hands made sure your knees stayed wide opened, as he kept licking you the way you liked it the most. How was it that he already knew all your soft spots, all the things that were driving you crazy? Eyes rolling back, body arching against him, you pulled the rope to free your hands, but it wouldn’t let go. He must have learned exactly how to tie you up — how fucking arousing. And while you tried to think of a way to touch his body, his tongue was still working magic between your legs. It didn’t take you long before your whole body was shaking against the bed, your first orgasm making you scream your lover’s name. But it didn���t stop the god of mischief, who kept pleasuring you, as one of his finger entered you.

“Fuck, Loki. I’m so— Fuck, so sensitive.“ You muttered, only causing his smile to widen while he was sucking on your clit.

Expert fingers going in and out of you while his face was still between your legs, you could feel your inside clench and your legs shake again, even before you reached your second orgasm against his fingers.

“Faster. Yes! Keep going. I’m going to—“

You tried to warn him, but his strong digits kept hitting the right spot inside of you, and you came again, hard. Third orgasm, and it was loud enough that the people in the room next door knocked on the wall.

“We’re busy.“ Loki replied, shaking his head.

You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, even if he already made you reach orgasm three times. One thing you realized about Loki was how he enjoyed seeing you lose your mind, while you were so sore ans sensitive. You only had a minute to calm down, before he entered you without warning.

“Fuck, Loki.“

“Do you feel how hard hearing you scream my name made me, baby?“

You nodded again, and he started bucking his hips. The expression of pure bliss on his face aroused you even more, making you arch against him as he was going deeper. You liked it when he got rough because of how he needed you, how he wanted you so badly.

“I’m not sure you can make me come again.“ You said softly, innocent eyes staring at him.

Was it a defiance? Yes. Did you entend it to be? Absolutely. His eyes darkened and he gripped your face.

“You will come again against my cock, or you will be punished. Understood?“

You nodded. Loki went deeper and harder, making sure you would actually reach another orgasm with him. And as you started to feel closer, you heard Loki’s moans becoming louder as he was approaching his peak. “Come, love. Together.“

He thrusted deeper inside you, emptying himself in a groan you were positive the neighbor must have heard. To make sure you were following his orgasm, he reached down between your legs, circling your clit with his fingers. “I said cum for me.“

And you did, again. Body shaking, you closed your eyes so tight while you were screaming your pleasure that when they opened again, everything around you was blurry. Fourth orgasm, you felt like your head was spinning. But it didn’t seem to stop your man, who started to give a few hard thrusts inside you. “Fuck, stop. Loki.“ You moaned again, your body still shaking from the previous orgasm.

But he kept going, his fingers taking care of you at the same time again. And you felt another rush of pleasure brushing through your whole body, but you weren’t quite sure if you were about to cum again or to pass out.

“Ah! F—Fuck, ka— kale—.“

Moans after moans, it took you a few seconds to actually say the word.

“Shit, Loki. Kaleidoscope!“

He stopped as soon as he heard. Quickly, he untied your arms, laying down against you. One of his arm wrapped around your naked and sweating body, he whispered.

“I’m so sorry, love. Did I hurt you? I thought you were enjoying it.“

“I was. It was so fucking good, Loki.“

Doubtful, he frowned, his eyes staring at your tired face while he was trying to understand.

“Never a man fucked me so good, okay? It just started to be a lot of pleasure. Do you know how many times I came?“

As he shook his head, you let out a soft chuckle. Your hand found his long black hair, that you started caressing tenderly.

“Something between four and five times. I’m not sure.“

“So, you owe me a lot of orgasms, right?“

You laughed again at his observation, looking at his beautiful face.

“Let me get some rest, and my mouth will take care of this matter.“

[etherealeeknow]

vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

• tag list: @es-kay-zee @formidxble @bobateastay @vogueinnie @sailorhyunjinz // leave a comment, dm, or an ask to be tagged! thank you ♡

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing upon his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

honestly, the suffocating pain in his chest isn’t because he has been losing sleep, tossing and turning in his king size bed for hours over the thought of you being all dolled up in the baby blue dress he has gifted you; neither is it because he missed his favorite orchestra playback this morning just so he could find the most perfect white shirt out of his collection of other white shirts just so he can appear pleasant for you, but because you’ve been cancelling the lesson for three times in a row. if your mother ever finds out about this, she would definitely fire him. to prevent that from happening, seungmin has been silencing your maids with credits, but he knows too well they’d soon go for more if you keep this up. 

fiddling with the handkerchief that you had purposely left for him a few weeks back, seungmin gloomily shoves it into his pocket before dragging himself to the grand piano to warm his throat up. the first few notes started off slow and stable according to the piano keys, but with constant fear running on his mind, his fingers slipped and pressed the wrong one. the awry sound makes him cringe and shuts his eyes in annoyance. he hates it, mistakes, he hates it to the fullest, yet he has managed to keep up with it all this time just because he adores you more than anything, even when your cracked voice sometimes haunts him at night. see, seungmin’s giving his all to you,

but why are you doing this to me? where are you? i miss you.

“heh, pathetic,” he mutters to himself as he slowly lies down onto the piano bench, facing the chandelier which lights would usually illuminate you when sitting on the same bench while waiting for him to get to the music room, running your delicate fingers along the black and white wood. your side profile’s exactly like a goddess—breathtaking.

sighing over the imagery of you, he begins unbuckling his belt; eyes closing momentarily when he slips a hand into his unbuttoned pants and starts palming his clothed member. three weeks. it’s been three weeks since he last got off, since he last felt your touch, and he’s been trying his best to hold back because he believes you’ll eventually come around. he believes you won’t leave him just like that, yet you aren’t here again today, and he’s dying to release his pent-out frustration.

a heavy sigh escapes his lips when he takes out his dick, the tip leaking from precum and it makes him let out another sigh when he begins pumping it; another one follows, then another one, and it carries on as seungmin’s hand goes faster by each second. even in the peak of his pleasure, all he can think of is you. oh, how heavenly it would’ve been to have both your soft hand and pretty lips around him instead. his free hand is quick to slip into his pocket, snatching your handkerchief. despite only briefly smothering himself with it, your lingering scent alone is enough to make his head spin. with the sateen now wrapping around his throbbing cock, it feels as if you’re there, skin to skin with him.

“fuck!” he hisses, but eyes widening right away over his own volume as he quickly raises his head to check on the slightly opened door.

he’s so close and pausing in the middle just to lock the damned door would ruin everything. should he just bet on his luck today? it’s not like any of his well trained maids would rudely barge into his music room, right? but who knows?

screw it.

his back automatically arches when he feels the increasing tension in his pelvis, and it pushes him to fasten his hand move—pumping his dick rapidly to release. with eyes rolling to the back of his head, seungmin begins chanting your name desperately and that’s your last straw. the moment seungmin ejaculates is the moment you slam the door open and run towards him. the poor guy who’s barely riding out his high jumps on the bench as he sits up.

“y/n—”

“shut up,” you cut him off and crash both of your lips and body together, causing him to fall back down onto the bench, and creating a somewhat deafening screech on the floor, but it’s nothing compared to his loud moan in between the kiss.

the feeling of you straddling his lap instantly makes him hard again; the feeling of his warm hands running wild all over you and the stickiness on your inner thigh coming from your ruined handkerchief has you wetting your already damped panties—the effect of rubbing yourself when peeping on his little show. as the kiss deepens, so does your hunger for each other. of course, there’s no way you’ve gotten over what he did, and he’s surely still upset for being ghosted too, but for now, lust is winning. one squeeze on your thigh is all it needs for you to throw your baby blue dress across the room.

“you’re always so hot when you do that,” says the now naked seungmin who gets back onto the same position, looking at you with his half lidded eyes as his arms stretch out to fondle your breasts, his favorite part.

“the only time you’d compliment me is when we have sex,” you scoff before going back down on him, slowly yet easily pushing his cock inside of you, and both of you grunt in unison.

“y/n, ah— shit! i told you it’s because i know you can do better.”

snorting, you call him a liar before grinding mindlessly, movement starting off slow just like how your breathy moans starting off low. as much as seungmin enjoys being taken care of, patience doesn’t exist in his dictionary today. his hands leave your chest for your hips, guiding you to slip in and out of him at a faster pace. but that’s still not enough—he needs more. in a blink of an eye, you go from being on top of him to under him. seungmin bangs you down loudly on the grand piano, your buttcheeks and hands hitting the keys and filling the entire room with jumbled notes while you yourself are filled by him to the fullest, right at your g-spot.

“seung— fuck!” 

“louder,” he commands while thrusting into you, hips moving in a rhythm, and strong hands bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders before holding onto your ass, supporting you from slipping down—multitasking is indeed his second best talent besides singing.

“what’s the p— point?” you breathe out, trying your best to sound coherent while maintaining eye contact, “so you’ll compliment karina instead again? pat her on the head and caress her cheek again?”

“you know i only did that to motivate you.”

“bullshit.”

if seungmin has to name anything you can do best, it’ll definitely be your ability to drive him crazy—disobeying him. again, he believes he has been going all in, keeping up with your lack of talent and bullshit for the past half a year; the way you’d fight, then fuck him, and fight again only to fuck him again, and the cycle continues. whenever he tries to talk things out, be it about your vocal lesson or your tangled relationship, you wouldn’t give a damn. today, that has to change.

“and i’m the one to blame? karina always listens to me,” he replies, slowing his thrust as he can feel your walls clenching around him even more and more.

“faste—“

“i said louder, y/n. tear your mouth wide open,” he grunts, thrusting into you so strongly that you jump and land back on the piano, creating such messy harmonies.

“seungmin, faster!” you yelp, voice raspy yet a little louder this time with your hands finding their way on his shoulders, and it makes him sneer as he leans in to kiss you, biting your lower lip before he lets go, and stop dead on track.

“hoarse voice, dry lips. don’t i always tell you to stay hydrated?”

you find it unfair. seungmin’s energy doesn’t make sense. the fact that he still has the power to put up with fucking while carrying you even after his solo session is unfair. and the way he has the audacity to give you a vocal lesson in the middle of everything, then stopping just because you aren’t complying is way too cruel, but perhaps, this is what you deserve.

“i’ll never cancel our lessons again. i’ll— i’m sorry. i will really listen to you,” you beg desperately, almost sobbing as you grind on him, refusing to let the tingling sensation on your core die down.

seungmin shakes his head. he knows you too well. normally, seeing you surrender like this softens him and makes him think that perhaps, he’s being way too demanding, or maybe, he should be even more understanding.

“that’s not what i asked for, love.” is what he says before resuming, putting all the remaining pressure he has left to snap his dick deeper into you.

that’s when his name falls out of your lips ever so gracefully, followed by endless ah’s, jaw hanging open. this is the loudest and clearest you’ve ever been—no holding back, no hitching breaths, no cracking—pure perfection. 

seungmin doesn’t even need to ask for more because you’re already repeating it on your own.

“fuck yes. just like that. such a good girl,” he grunts right beside your ear, picking up his pace.

it only takes a few moments till you feel the familiar knot in your abdomen coming back along with him twitching inside of you, and this time, you make sure to hold onto him so tight, afraid he’d pull the same stunt again.

“shit— please let me cum. please cum with me, come inside me, please, please, please,” you blabber, voice turns husky once more, but seungmin couldn’t care less, there’s always another chance for another vocal lesson. right now, all he wants is to,

“cum.”

the two of you reach together. name chanting, legs shaking, fingers digging, and body fluids mixing into each other���drenching not only your lower bodies, but also the extravagant bösendorfer piano seungmin shipped all the way from austria. but that’s another thing to worry about. right now, he can barely keep his eyes open while you can barely feel your stiff spread legs across his shoulders. once he’s made sure you’re over your high, seungmin gently pulls out and lets you down. he sits himself first on the bench before pulling you by the waist to seat you on his lap, and the two of you let silence take over for a little while.

“i know you’ve been bribing my maids,” you start off, “they have a big pay, but it’s impossible for their designer bags to double up in just a week, you know,” you continue while pushing his damp hair aside, revealing the remaining half of his sweaty forehead.

“they were gonna snitch on you to your mom,” he replies, pausing in the middle to mirror your action, pushing strands of hair to the back of your ear before averting his gaze back on your eyes.

even with your smudged eye makeup and cracked lipstick, you’re still as shining, dilating his pupil.

“and?”

“and she’s gonna fire me.”

“isn’t that what i should worry about? you’re a world winning award soprano. there are hundreds of talented people waiting in line to be your students. money isn’t the problem. plus, i know you hate my voice. i also never listen to you, never call you sir, and am ninety nine percent horny throughout our lessons. in short, i’m a bratty and disrespectful pain in the ass.”

your punchline makes him snort and he can’t help but to pull you into a hug, closing the already small space in between so he can indulge in your body heat and feel your chest beating calmly alongside his.

but what happened to changing things? don’t you wanna be in charge? you can’t just let her have everything she wants. 

despite hearing the faint voices in his head, mocking him for having the weakest heart for you, seungmin doesn’t care. for all he knows, he was a train wreck earlier this day; he surely didn’t expect he would go from reminiscing the memory of you under the chandelier to it actually coming true. 

“this is real, you’re here.”

“it is. i am.”

“and you’re gonna—“ pausing, he breaks the hug to cup your cheeks, “you have to stay.”

“what for? for you? for the vocal lessons? for… what?” you question, unconsciously tilting your head as you place a hand over his, slightly squeezing it, hoping he wouldn’t let go.

silence.

“i might be a bitch, but i’m not dumb. it isn’t about money and it isn’t about sex either. so what is it, seungmin?” you ask, eyes searching for an answer before adding, “i bring no good to you.”

you’re right. his best friends have said the same thing. they can’t seem to wrap their heads around how a collected person like him can break so easily over a random, spoiled, daddy’s little princess. it doesn’t make sense, he knows—i know. he’s been trying to figure it out, only to meet the same dead end.

“i’m a mistake.”

yes—yes you are, and seungmin hates it, mistakes, he hates it to the fullest, yet he has managed to keep up with it all this time just because,

“you’re the only mistake in my life that i can take, y/n.”

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gen’s masterlist

[quantumlocked310]

Everything Ever! Includes Fics, Moodboards for my own stuff and other people’s stuff, and links to everything.

Requests are closed for Moodboards! Hit me up if you have an idea, or peep below and tell me you’re exited for my WIPs.

Kindness is the only rule!

Sorry friends! I had to get rid of the moodboard images in my Masterlist. Tumblr wasn’t happy with me. BUT! They are all still linked. I promise. Check them out below!

In the Bed of Love Masterlist - Hercules!Hvitserk x Gorgon F!Reader [Ongoing]

Ratings & word count will be posted on the individual chapters

Summary: Hvitserk burdened with glorious purpose to prove his godhood takes the epic journey to slaughter the Gorgons, but stumbles in love along the way.

Warnings: greek mythology inaccuracies, slow burn

Pour Overs and Pastries - Hvitserk x F!Reader (G - 662w) [Complete]

Summary: You're a new resident in Denmark, and this is your first time heading to work in the morning. Maybe the coffee shop around the corner will be your new regular spot. The cute barista certainly hopes so.

Warnings: None. Complete.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

On Tumblr. On AO3.

Order Up! - Hvitserk x F!Reader (NSFW - 4,380w) [Complete]

Double Tall Hvitserk Cappuccino for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom on the bar!

Click either Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: You finally run into the cute barista from your favorite coffee shop when he’s not working. Will he be charming enough to lure you into bed? Or are you confident enough to invite him in yourself?

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Slow Burn, SMUT, NSFW, 18+, Hvitserk “White Boy Texting,” Gratuitous use of Claire Saffitz

Part 1 on Tumblr. Part 2 on Tumblr. Full Fic on AO3.

Bjørnekram - Bjorn x Plus Size F!Reader (M - 2,298w) [Complete]

Written based on @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie‘s post asking for fluffy Bjorn.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: A summons from Kattegat takes your family back to where you grew up and played with the young sons of Ragnar. What awaits you in the city is a gift from the gods.

Warnings: Heavy petting, bear hugs, fluff, ignoring the entire Vikings plot

On Tumblr. On AO3.

Sushi Go! - Hvitserk X Pregnant F!Reader (T - 1,430w) [Complete]

Based on @jadelynlace‘s post saying:

This thought I just had: Hvitserk uses his wife’s pregnancy as a reason to eat more than he already does because, “pregnancy cravings happen to the father too!”

Click here to see the Moodboard!

Warnings: I have not ever been pregnant, so I am playing fast and loose with reality here, friends. Sex is alluded to, but not described specifically.

On Tumblr. On AO3. 

The Wrath of Thor and the Beauty of Freya - Hvitserk x F!Reader (T - 3,147w) [Complete]

Requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie who asked for fluffy Hvitserk comforting Reader from a scary thunderstorm.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: As children, you and Hvitserk didn’t get along. But after reconciling as young adults he’s now your closest confidant. What happens when he sees you at your most vulnerable? Will your fresh friendship be irrevocably changed? For better, or for worse?

Warnings: parental death, traumatic experience relating to storms & thunder, descriptions of violence, heavy petting, tooth rotting fluff, random friend OFC

On Tumblr. On AO3.

You’re Promised to Me! - Hvitserk x Plus Size! Latina! Reader (NSFW - 4,100w) [Complete]

Collaboration between @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and myself. I wrote the smut and did the moodboard, she did everything else. It’s part 3 of her series.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: The thrilling conclusion to the epic saga of Hvitserk and Reader being way too close as friends, and way too stubborn to fuck start dating. Will they ever get over themselves? Who will make the first move? How fluffy will we really get? Read more to find out.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, Fluff, second languages, Hvitserk being annoyingly perceptive, going commando, hungry hungry Hvitserk

On Tumblr. On AO3.

Wild in You - Modern!Ivar x Nurse F!Reader (NSFW - 4,000w) [Complete]

@alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom requested “a modern Ivar and a nurse as friends with benefits”

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: It’s just smut. Pure kinky smut with zero plot. Reader and Ivar blowing off steam from Med School onward.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, under negotiated kink, mutual masturbation, d/s, orgasm denial, public sex, playing fast and loose with the medical field/medical school

Part 1 On Tumblr. Part 2 on Tumblr. Full Fic on AO3.

Cruor and Conquests - Bloody!Hvitserk x F!Reader (NSFW - 3,030w) [Complete]

I was inspired by this post about seeing men with blood on their faces. BONUS! Moodboard at the end too.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: You and your love, Hvitserk, rejoice together in the throws of passion after a gory and glorious battle.

Warnings: description of battle, blood, SMUT, viking inaccuracies, NSFW, established relationship

On Tumblr. On AO3.

A Witcher’s Favorite - Eskel x F!Reader (M - 379w) [Complete]

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​!

Summary: A little drabble fantasy with Eskel and your life together.

Warnings: some sexual content, a bit sad, fluff, harassment

On Tumblr. On AO3.

A Game of Cat and Mouse - Batman!Billy Russo x Catwoman!Reader (M - 2,820w) [Complete]

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: A little tale of two people in opposite worlds and how they come together.

Warnings: heavy petting, smol violence, smol blood, ooc probably

On Tumblr. On AO3.

Her Eyes Moodboard for @waiting4inspiration

The Witcher: Geralt x Dragon Born!Reader Moodboard

His Muse Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Painter!Hvitserk x Muse!Reader - Part 1 Moodboard

Vikings: Painter!Hvitserk x Muse!Reader - Part 2 Moodboard

The Mechanic Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Mechanic!Hvitserk x F!Reader Moodboard

Bedroom Hymns Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Dark!Hvitserk x Nun!Reader Mossy Moodboard

Feverish Love Moodboards for @ritual-unions-gotme

Vikings: Ubbe x F!Reader x Torvi (and sometimes Hvitserk) Moodboards

Winter Wonderland Moodboard for @flowers-in-your-hayr

Vikings: Hvitserk x Plus Size F!Reader Moodboard

Fox Tails and Wolf Howls Moodboard for @vikingstrash

Vikings: Werewolf!Ubbe x F!Reader with Fox Shifter!Hvitserk Platonic Moodboard

Sated Hunger and Regret Moodboard for @vikingstrash

Vikings: Werewolf! Ubbe / Icubus! Hvitserk Moodboard

I also posted some drafts!

Supernatural!Vikings Series Masterlist [Complete]

A series inspired by this super long post. I will be updating the Masterlist with mine and other users work as I get them. More details in the linked post above.

Ink Drinker Inspired Moodboards [Complete]

A series inspired by Ink Drinker from @jadelynlace. Check out her masterlist for the Modern! Ivar x Reader Universe!

Ivarello Banner and Moodboards for @youbloodymadgenius

Vikings: Cinderella! Ivar x F! Reader Banner and Moodboard. Check out the Masterlist for the banner, and each chapter for the Moodboards (mine are only chapters 1-4, not the prologues).

A Little Unruly Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

MCU: Modern! Bucky x Plus Size! Reader Moodboard

Chasing You Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Soft! Hvitserk x Plus Size! Reader Moodboard

Keep It Between Us Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Hvitserk x Reader Moodboard

Not Before I Taste You Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Modern!Hvitserk x Plus Size!Reader

He Likes Me? for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​

Vikings: Ubbe x You x Hvitserk

Across Time for @fandomficsnstuff​

Vikings x Harry Potter Crossover: Ivar x Magical!Reader

Halo for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Vikings: Angel!Hviitserk x Plus Size!Reader

A Chance Encounter for @fandomficsnstuff​

LOTR x Skyrim Crossover: Legolas x OFC

Quote Inspired Moodboard for @for-bebbanburg 250 Followers Celebration

Untitled - Medici The Magnificent: Lorenzo de Medici x Nun!OFC Moodboard + Drabble

Five Senses (Sight - Bubbles) Inspired Moodboard for @mrsalwayswrite 350 Followers Celebration

The Siren Call of the Ocean - Vikings: Hvitserk x Mermaid!Reader Moodboard + Fic

Moodboard Inspired Fic for @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 Followers Celebration

True Delights - Vikings: Modern!Sigurd x F!Reader Fic [General - 1,000w]

Quote Inspired Moodboard for @emilyhufflepufftlk 100 Followers Celebration

My Dearest Eliza, - Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton x Jazz Musician!OFC Moodboard + Drabble

Inspired by Hadestown - Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton x OFC at Mardi Gras Moodboard

The Little Match Girl Inspired Moodboard & Fic for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Celebration

Summon Up Remembrance  - Vikings: Hvitserk P.O.V. [Teen - 1,300w]

On AO3.

Snowball Fight Inspired Moodboard & Drabble for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie Winter Birthday Challenge

Winter Theme - Vikings: Modern!Hvitserk x Plus Size!Reader

Vikings Big Bang 2022 as hosted by @vikingsbigbang​

​Everything I created for their first event

Song Inspired Fic for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover​ 600 Follower Celebration

Missing You - Vikings: Modern!Hvitserk x Plus Size!F!Reader (T - 1,983w) Inspired by Missing You by All Time Low On AO3.

Quote Inspired Drabble for @vikingstrash​ 333 Follower Celebration

“The Sounds You Make” - Vikings: Alfred x Ubbe (T - 122w)

Hvitserk Moodboard for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie (nerdy boi below)

Hvitserk X Vet!Reader with inspo from @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 

Pirate!Hvitserk X F!Reader for me myself and I

Hvitserk Love Guru Fic with @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Hercules!Hvitserk X Gorgon!Reader for just me [in process of posting]

Billy Russo x Mechanic! Reader for me myself and I

Short and sweet fic for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover 700 follower challenge

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[cosmiclatte28]

Walk You Home (Jeno x reader) angst

A/n : hey. Yeah sorry for the long disappearance. Here is a story that even happened in my dream.

For you @yutahoes for the request on June lmao took me a month, but I hope this is okay

Pairing : Jeno x you + Jaemin

wc : 2415!!

Trigger warning : dead character, supernatural incidents, the ghost is lurking, language

i hope this is good enough

@yutahoes @neopalette @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

He still remembers the accident in the back of his mind. It haunts Jeno every night how he sees his best friend laying on the emergency bed with a bleeding head and a pair of eyes that lose focus as the paramedics run through the corridors. Jeno still remembers running with them, pushing the dying man with a pretty smile to the operation room. Jeno can still feel Jaemin’s almost gone breath as he tried to send his last will to Jeno. Jeno never forgets the last will Jaemin said before the angelic guy closes his eyes forever.

They were only 21, enjoying their life to the best. Nights spent partying at clubs and fraternities, lunch spent with cute girls and the basketball teams, afternoon spent together as they always did since they were young. Jeno and Jaemin, the duo you always wish to be, an inseparable best friend, the two handsome princes. Everything seems perfect, until the night Jaemin got hit by a drunk driver and Jeno had to watch his one and only best friend let his hand go.

“Jeno?” a soft voice disturbs his daydream and the boy quickly shakes his head.

“Yes love?” He puts on his eye smile when he sees you, his girlfriend for ten months sitting beside him in the library.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper while looking at him to find answers. He is so hard to read and you’re still trying to be able to read him.

Jeno only picks your hand on the table and plants a quick light kiss “Nothing, just what flower to bring tomorrow.”

You sympathetically rub his back and squeeze his hand “Jaemin loves cherry blossoms of course we will bring that.”

Jeno just nods “Won’t he be bored?”

You rub his hair “He loves cherry blossoms, he won’t be bored of it.” you say and turn to face your book to start reading.

Jeno just keeps staring at his hand that you just held, there’s a silver band encircling his finger and when he glances at you, he sees the same ring but in a smaller size on your hand.

It’s Jaemin’s second death commemoration, Jeno misses him dearly but every night Jeno is haunted by the same nightmare.

He plays with the ring in his finger and chooses to distract himself with his phone once his corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his best friend. Cross out the ghost of Jaemin.

It’s been two years and Jeno can still occasionally “see” Jaemin. No one sees him, his friends just say that Jeno grew up too attached and that he misses Jaemin that’s why his mind kept on seeing things. But Jeno is sure, the Jaemin he sees is the real spirit of Jaemin. He’s always seen looking over you and Jeno and his smile is still as pretty as it can be.

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Jeno enters his apartment, after Jaemin is gone, he chose to move into a studio so he won’t keep getting reminded of the past. But as the young boy closes his door and strips himself to take a shower, his reflection in the mirror made him stop. There he can see Jaemin sitting on the top of his book shelf, but when he looks back he’s not there.

On the mirror, he can see his friend still happily swinging his feet.

“What do you want Jaem?” he snickers at himself for talking to a spirit in his room.

Jeno of course knows there won’t be any answers, but he knows the look in Jaemin’s eyes and he knows his friend wants to say something.

“I will come to your grave tomorrow. I didn’t forget.” he crosses his arms over his chest.

Jaemin smiles but shakes his head

“You keep on showing up Jaem and it’s tiring for me. It’s painful to see you but you’re not here with me.” his frustration that he keeps in his heart starts to boil.

Jaemin remains calm and Jeno laughs at his own reflection “Look at me. I am out of my mind, talking to a mirror. Well, I’ll shower and please if you want to say something show it or say it. I’ll shower. DON’T FOLLOW ME.” he still playfully jokes around about this and Jeno takes off his accessories and then closes his bathroom door.

Jaemin jumps down the shelves and walks around the room, well he is still here despite two years of leaving this world because he had one thing left to do.

Jaemin reaches out for the picture frame of Jeno and him how Jeno’s smile was so genuine back then but now it looks fake and forced.

He doesn’t want his best friend to be sad, and Jaemin has to fix that.

Jaemin sits down and flashes back on three months ago when he was sitting on top of your cupboard. He always does this and he’s grateful you cannot see him or he’ll be called a peeping tom. He overheard you calling your best friend and asking about your relationship with Jeno.

For Jaemin this sounds weird, he sees how happy you are with Jeno but why are you talking like this to your friend.

The conversation he overheard was clear and fresh in his memory.

“I don’t know about Jeno, but he seems to be tired of me.” you spoke to your best friend, Renjun on the call.

“What do you mean? He’s happy when you said yes eight months ago.”

“Yes but eight months he always treated me like I am that special, isn’t that weird?”

“Are you high? All girls want to be treated like a princess. Jeno is doing that to you but you don’t want that?”

You sigh “No, it just seems fishy Renjun-ah. Men usually will show their true self after some months together, we never fight. He always lets me win. Not that I don’t like it, its just like he is just doing a duty. I don’t feel any surprise, everything seems perfect and planned.”

Jaemin scrunches his eyebrows and almost falls from the cupboard when you suddenly look in his direction.

The guy finally left after hearing the rest of the call and since he’s been coming over to see you for almost one year and a half, he always listened to whatever you were sharing that Jeno never knew.

What Jaemin finds fascinating is that Jeno never knows that you felt something weird about the relationship.

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Jaemin glances over to the countertop near Jeno’s bed and notices the silver ring with your initials in it. He reaches over but passes through it. He sighs and keeps his hands to himself “(y/n)” he whispers to himself as he looks at the ring with big eyes.

The bathroom door opens and Jeno comes out of the steam with wet hair and red eyes.

Jaemin quickly disappears, had Jeno been crying?

Jeno grabs his phone that lights up with a reminder. “Text (y/n) good night,” the reminder says and he obediently unlocks his phone to type in his message.

Jaemin never notices this because well he never pays attention to his phone. But if he knows this, he’ll be furious.

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The two of you park the car near the picturesque scenery where Jaemin’s resting place is located. Well, if Jeno is his long life best friend, you are Jaemin’s high school friend.

Both of you take turns, you go first to the grave, plucking out some wild grass while trying to tell Jaemin that Jeno is doing well and that you miss him. You don’t spend too much time as you know Jeno will have more to say.

“Wait in the car okay, lock the door.” Jeno kisses the top of your head as he brings the cherry blossom to his best friend.

“It’s been two years,” Jeno started “And eleven months with (y/n). I am so sorry that I have to tell you this Jaem, but.” Jeno pauses. He looks around trying to find Jaemin.

“But I cannot do this any longer. It’ll only hurt her more. I am sorry Jaem.” Jeno gives a stroke on the stone and leaves not long after.

Both of you drive in silence, it’s uncommon since you try to respect Jeno’s emotions for you know it must be hard for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks before making an exit on the highway.

You look at him “I have to get something for mom, but it’s going to be a hassle to bring a car and find parking space there.”

Jeno didn’t give you a chance to speak anything else when he just cuts you with “Oh we can park my car and I’ll walk with you there.”

You want to deny him and say no thank you, but dating Jeno for 11 months, you know it’s hard to make the man change his mind.

“Okay, thank you. I was about to ask Renjun to accompany me but if you’re not busy then yes please come with me.” you calmly thank him and Jeno just nods his head.

You observe his face from the side, isn’t he jealous? Shouldn’t he be jealous? How come his face doesn’t show any change of emotion?

You bite your lips and tune the radio louder as both of you enter Jeno's living space.

He parked his car, goes up to take his bus card and soon after returned by your side with two caps.

“It’s sunny, you would want to wear this.” he puts it over your head and you just smile. Maybe he really is attentive and full of care

The market district was full of stands and you were looking through some types of textile. Your mother is a designer and she makes custom made dress, it’s your job to find the textile she wanted.

Jeno just stays beside you. Admiring how professional you look. If Jaemin is here, he knows that man could help you pick. After all, Jaemin is more suitable to be your boyfriend than Jeno is. He shakes his head to clear his mind. Lately he’s been thinking of crazy stuffs

“We’re done.” you say after pocketing the card your mom gave and you hold his hand. Jeno was surprised “Oh where’s the stuffs let me bring it” his other hand reaches over you to usually take over the stuffs you have but he found nothing.

You giggle “They will send it home Jeno, it’s too heavy if we have to carry it home. Now come on, let me treat you to coffee. You seem out of your mind.” you say goodbye to the vendor and drag your man to a coffee shop nearby.

“Here’s your americano.” you hand him the coffee and he questions you “Oh we’re not sitting down?”

You shake your head “You look tired Jen, let’s go home okay.” you rub his hair and take his hand into your palm.

Jeno can see Jaemin on the corner of the shop smiling at him, but his smile was different. Jaemin looked sad.

“It’s our bus come Jen.” you wonder why he’s always day dreaming lately but you won’t force him to answer you.

The bus ride was quick. Both of you are living close to each other, so usually you will separate at the bus stop or he’ll walk you home.

The walk was filled with light talks like him asking what you will do after this and you just ask him about his cats.

“We’re here.” he softly lets go off your hand that he’s been holding.

You smile “Thank you, goodbye, get home safe.”

He nods “I’m gonna watch you go inside, so hurry and go in.”

He waits as you turn your back to enter the apartment.

You wave back at him and he blows a flying kiss to you.

“See you tomorrow.” you yell before disappearing and Jeno smiled.

Jeno turns around and questions if he misses you already.

“Goodnight, good bye, see you tomorrow” he chants to himself, repeating what just happened.

In a few hours, it’ll be the long-awaited weekend

I’ll pick you up so sleep in

And let’s meet at that place at 2pm,

Jeno whispers to himself “to break up.”

He feels a lump on his heart been taken away and he can walk home with a lighter steps. On his way to his apartment, he enjoys the breeze and thinks that it’s time to end the lie.

Once he steps into his apartment, he sees Jaemin once again greeting him, this time with a small smile.

Jeno raises his brow, he doesn’t know what that smile means.

“I am breaking up with her. I am sorry.” Jeno speaks up

Jaemin nods

“You loved her, and we once made a promise that we will fulfil each other’s last wishes.” Jeno took off his cap

Jaemin just keeps staring at him, wanting him to continue

“And I did your last wish.” he tosses the cap to the bed “You want to date (y/n), but you didn’t get the chance. I did all of the things you wanted to do with her as a boyfriend.”

Jaemin still smiles but pitifully

“I brought her to your favorite place, accompanies her when she studies, text her good night and good morning daily, I followed her shopping, I walk her home and I tried loving her like how you would, but Jaemin it’s not fair if she knows this and my feelings are tired of pretending.”

Jaemin nods slowly and Jeno feels bad

“But sorry Jaem, she can’t keep living in a lie.” Jeno takes off the ring and puts it down

“Sooner or later, she will know that the J here stands for Jaemin and not Jeno. and that will happen tomorrow.”

Jeno sits down and buries his face in his hands. He pulls at his hairs, feeling confused, happy and sad at the same time.

He feels a warm touch on his shoulder and when he looks up behind his watery eyes, he sees Jaemin sends him the best smile he ever sees and he looks peaceful. Slowly as Jeno tries to hold his friend for the last time, Jaemin fades and disappears completely into thin air.

Life goes on, Jeno stop lying and finally Jaemin can leave in peace and you? You finally know the answer why your guts keep telling you that this looks odd.

end.

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Genie's Home Service (Jimin, One Night Only Anthology)

...GIRL. Once again, I’ve got a new favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😉

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The cold breeze seeping in through the slightly open window made you shiver. The more time ticked away, the less your dinner looked appetizing. Still, though, you forced yourself to eat a few spoonfuls. You'd be needing energy later.

For the fifth time in two minutes, you checked your phone. There were two messages: one from your best friend Jian and the other from an unknown number. You clicked on Jian's message first.

[Jian: Sooo excited for you, girl!!! Just go with the flow and don't get too nervous. Trust him. He's a professional. Also, don't hesitate to contact me immediately if anything goes wrong, alright? Good luck and enjoy the night! 👻💦]

[You: Thanks, girl. Will you come home tonight?]

[Jian: No. I'll stay at my boyfriend's. Feel free to use every corner of the apartment except my room! Okay?]

[You: Got it. 😊]

[Jian: You're on your pills, correct?]

[You: Yes ma'am]

[Jian: Okay. Now stop texting and get ready!]

You checked the text from the unknown number next.

[*********: Good evening! This is Genie. I'm already here at the lobby. 😊 Wearing a dark blue shirt.]

Your heartbeat raced upon seeing the message. Even just the mention of his shirt color was already making you feel dizzy.

[You: Hi! I'll come down right away. 😊 Thanks!]

You recognized Genie as soon as you went down to the lobby. He was just sitting at the waiting area, using his phone. Aside from receiving his photos a few days ago, his sharp features and firm built made him naturally stand out from the others; picking him out from the crowd was not hard at all.

You walked towards him with light steps as if you didn't want to wake a wild animal up, but it was no use. Genie looked at you just as you were about to reach him. With a smile, he stood up. He must have recognized you with the photos that Jian sent. "Hey there."

"Genie, right?" You asked. He just nodded.

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist to record Genie's required information on the guest list. He listed his name as Park Jimin.

Is that your real name? You wanted to ask him, but you only mustered up the courage to actually do so when you rode the elevator.

"Is that your real name?" You asked. Genie just looked at you, puzzled. “Park Jimin, I mean. I peeked when you were writing. Sorry.”

Genie just chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my real name. And don’t apologize. That’s our little secret now.” He winked, making you catch your breath.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you starting now.” You flashed a smile, hoping that it looked natural and definitely not nervous.

“Go ahead as you please.”

The two of you got off at the fourth floor and stopped at unit four hundred and seven. With sweaty hands, you stuck the key in the door knob and pushed it. In a while, I would be like this door knob. Filled in, you thought.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Jimin asked as he placed his black duffel bag on the sofa.

You nodded and pointed on the door beside the kitchen. “There.”

"Thanks!"

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom with the yellow door.”

“It would be nice if you remove everything except your underwear.” You just looked at him upon hearing what he said. In return, he just smirked at you and proceeded to do his business.

Like what Jimin said, you took off everything except your bra and panty. You suddenly didn't like how your plain white bra looked, so you quickly threw it into the hamper and changed into a black underwire. Anxiety continuously grew upon seeing yourself in the body-sized mirror in front of the bed, but you didn’t think much about it and just trusted his words. He knows what he is doing, you reminded yourself.

You barely sat on the bed when Jimin entered the room. He was now wearing a plain black shirt and khaki shorts that almost looked like swimming trunks. Even though it was dim with only the lamp on, his bulge was clearly visible from where you were. His eyes scrutinized you from head to toe with an expression one would see at a predator looking at his prey. “So, shall we start?”

You just gave him a vulnerable smile and made room for him on the bed. Don't get too nervous, your head repeated in Jian's voice.

Jimin joined you on the bed with a mischievous smile. It was obvious that he's trying to hide his reaction but was incredibly failing. "I noticed that you're a little stiff. Would you mind if I massage you?"

"O-okay."

"Please lie on your stomach."

You did as Jimin said. He placed a bottle of massaging oil on your side table. Upon seeing that, you closed your eyes and let the situation sink in. What was about to happen didn't seem real. It's finally your turn to ride this scary and exciting roller coaster. Everything was unpredictable, and all you could do was enjoy the ride. Once it's finished, boom! You're a part of a whole new world. Nothing's the same again—for your body, at least.

"So, how did you become friends with Jian?" Jimin asked. His oily hands started to run freely through your back.

"University. You?"

"We're childhood friends."

"Oh, you must be very close then."

"We are. Jian's the type of friend anyone would want to have. She's just so accepting and open-minded even about my job."

"Mhmm."

He slowly slipped his hands under the clasp of your bra, making your breath tremble a little. "That's why when she opened up about you, I immediately agreed." You just chuckled, not knowing what to reply. For some reason, your cheeks heated up. It was definitely about what he said. "I heard from Jian that it's going to be your first time."

"Yeah," you replied.

This time, Jimin slipped his hands under the straps of your bra. Your nipples slightly hardened. You kept getting goosebumps every time it scratched against the bra cups

"May I ask why?"

"It's just that I think I've waited long enough. I'm not really confident about showing my body, especially when I was younger."

"Why? You're so beautiful. I was actually astounded a while ago. You look even better than your photos."

Your lips wanted to form a smile, but you stopped yourself. He's one of the best-looking people you have ever seen in your life too, and such a compliment from him means a lot. "Thanks," you just replied with a slight giggle.

Without a word, his hands once again slipped under the hook of your bra. "I can remove my bra if it's getting in the way," you said.

He was silent for a while but eventually replied, "got it."

When Jimin finally unclasped the hook, you pulled it from your chest and threw it on the floor. You were dead sure that he caught a glimpse of your breasts, including your hard, rosy nipples. He moved on to massage the sides of your breasts, as well as your underboob. Now, you felt your nipples reach to its hardest and biggest form. The touch of your sheets against them was slowly making you wet. "Haven't you tried to at least give a blowjob?"

"I have. A lot. But that was the farthest that I could go."

"Mhmm. How about using dating applications to set up one night stands? Why didn't you try?" He asked.

"I don't trust any of those men."

"So you trust me," he confirmed.

"Jian knows you. I trust her with everything."

You felt his nod. "Don't worry. I won't let you down." The two of you let out a giggle in unison with what he said. That was so cute of him, you thought.

"I'll proceed to your legs now." Jimin placed himself on top of you and started to massage your thighs all the way to your calfs. His rock-hard bulge was rubbing on your buttocks, making your stomach and breasts sweat. You felt your vagina release a huge amount of discharge. This made you feel a little nervous. What if he notices?

"You're so wet already, huh?" He teasingly said. Of course he would notice.

"You caught me."

Slowly, Jimin slid your panty off. He then went on to slide his hand from your asshole to your pussy. "Ah," you moaned with your hips slightly rising on its own.

"Can you sit down for me?" Wordlessly, you sat in front of him, legs apart. He took a glance at your bouncy breasts and pinkish pussy. "Beautiful."

You pointed at his shorts. "I want that out."

"Take it off for me, then," he said, kneeling in front of you.

Making sure his underwear was included, you gently pulled his shorts off, revealing his hard cock. It looked so angry and ready to fight. That's how you like it best. "Better," you said.

Jimin took the massaging oil and sprinkled a generous amount on your breasts. His hands ran from your chest to the stomach and pussy, spreading the oil all over your body. You let out a sigh as you tried to conceal the pleasure that was generating all over your body.

"Feels good?" He asked. You just nodded, looking him directly in the eyes.

He came back to your breasts and started to twist and pinch your nipples. You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan. "Fuck," you whispered, looking at the reflection of your breasts and Jimin's cock on the mirror. Your pussy throbbed so hard as it rushed to get more wet.

Jimin suddenly slid a hand down to your pussy and massaged your clit as soon as he touched it. Slowly, he bowed his head down to your breasts and started to lick your nipples.

"Just like that," you said, grabbing him by the thigh. "Oh, fuck. Please."

He gradually played faster with your clit, making your hips rise on its own and your discharge slowly drip from your pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" You yelled. In no time, his mouth was already sucking your breasts and he finally slid his middle finger inside you. "Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

You stretched your vulva out as he slid his ring finger next. It hurt you for a short while, but it felt good as soon as he rocked his hand.

"Do you like that? Huh?" He asked, almost whispering under his breath.

"Mhmm," you replied, rocking your hips against his hand.

Jimin lifted his head to kiss you. Your tongues fought and your lips sucked each other. You could hear your discharge making a sound as he fingered you fast and deep.

"Oh, I think I'm going to squirt!" Before either of you could do anything about it, you already did. He slapped your pussy as your vagina uncontrollably let out everything you could. The squirting reached the lower part of the mirror.

Without a word, you took Jimin's cock and licked the head as you looked him in the eyes. Slowly, you stuck it in your mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You made sure your tongue was on it, too. "Ah," he let out with his eyes closed. "You're good." He finally removed his shirt, revealing nothing but his bare body.

He placed his hand on your head and pushed it deeper. You then held his hips and pulled him closer. His cock has finally reached your throat. He slowly pulled your hair, making his juices flow down from your mouth.

Ultimately, he held your head and started to thrust in and out of your mouth. You sat there helplessly, getting facefucked. His cock was secreting so much discharge that you could already could swallow a great portion. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling himself out of your mouth. Discharge and saliva flowed out of your mouth once again. It looked like it could fill up a small perfume bottle.

You lathered your finger on the liquid and tasted it again. "Sweet."

"Pineapples, baby."

Jimin pushed you gently to the pillows and went right in front of you. As he was slowly inserting his cock inside your pussy, you stretched out your vulva once again. "This might hurt, but I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. You got me."

He finally inserted the head, and then the body—slowly. It started to feel a little sore, but you did your best to keep it in. He rocked his hips a little more, until his whole cock was already inside. The pain tinged a little greater than before, but it's manageable. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Fuck me," you replied.

As Jimin started to push and pull himself in you, he played with your nipples to lessen the pain. The head of his cock could be felt sliding inside. It felt so good that it might be your new favorite feeling. When your vagina seemed to have adjusted well, he gradually improved the pace.

Jimin pulled you closer and sucked your breasts. You started to massage your clit, matching his phase. Your eyes rolled up in pleasure. "Ah!" you moaned every time he pushed himself inside you.

Suddenly, his cock slid out of your vagina. "Shit," he said, wiping the sweat on his temples with his palms.

You crawled on the other side of the bed and bent over, showing your vagina and asshole to him. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked doggystyle."

With a naughty expression, he slid his cock into you and rock his body hard against you. "My favorite position," he said.

You could feel his cock better with this position and for some reason, it felt more pleasurable. He was hitting the right spot every time he pushed his cock into you. "Deeper, faster," you commanded, so he did as you said with a slap on your butt cheek. "Ah, fuck. Yes!"

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he said, suddenly pulling himself out. You immediately turned around and saw him masturbate. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You leaned in and put your face in front of his cock. Just in time, his fresh, hot cum splattered all over your face.

He leaned on the headboard, panting hard. His legs were spread out, exposing his smooth asshole. "It's still hard. Do you wanna?"

You nodded. "I think I can squirt again." You sat on his cock, your back facing him. "Shit," you whispered as he filled you up again.

You bounced on top of him as you played with your nipples. You could see him watching you on the mirror with a smirk. Upon seeing that, you spread your legs wide so the two of you could see everything.

Jimin hugged you from behind and billowed his body against you. His hard cock was widening your vagina in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, his hand made its way to your clit. You pulled his head closer and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, God. Harder," you commanded in between the kiss. The two of you increased your pace.

Finally, you could feel that your pussy was almost full. "I'm cumming!" A big squirt came out of you as soon as you said that. "Ah!" You yelled, your hips shaking.

"Yes, yes," Jimin seconded as he slapped his cock on your vagina.

Your body dropped on top of him when you finally let everything out. Your back could feel his heart beat.

"You're so perfect," he whispered on your ear in between his panting.

"And so are you."