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sweetkpopmusings · 7 months ago

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stray kids soulmate aus | k. seungmin <3

a/n: these days i am QUITE the seungmin simp & it shows :,-) i had a lot of fun writing a very classic kpop fic meet-cute with this one ! if you need me, i'll be watching seungmin compilations <333 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.9k | warnings: none really! | pairing: soulmate!seungmin x gn!reader | requests: open

on your 18th birthday, you receive a stack of sticky notes on which you can write to your soulmate. there is one note for every day leading up to when you meet.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

you settled into your desk chair, eager to see what anecdote seungmin has chosen for you today. it was always a thrill to get a peek into his daily life, and it was especially entertaining when he removed context from the situation to make you laugh. over the years, he developed a knack for telling stories just the way you liked them.

we went shopping today, in that area that always smells like ice cream cone batter. i bought a cool phone case. you better compliment me on it when we meet. i know it’s only ten days away, but i encourage you to put a reminder on your calendar, so you don’t forget to appreciate my taste in accessories.

-yours, seungmin

you scoffed. he was always extra sassy when he was excited about something. you tapped your pen against your desk, devising the perfect reply to seungmin’s daily update.

i promise i’ll tell you the phone case is cool, if and only if it actually is. we must be on the same wavelength because i went shopping today too (it didn’t smell like ice cream cone batter where i was though). i picked out new clothes for the day we meet, so you better compliment me on it as soon as you see me. should we make a joint calendar event since you’re quite forgetful?

-yours, y/n

not even 30 seconds passed when you saw seungmin’s handwriting appear near the bottom of the sticky note. you smiled, feeling his playful energy infect you.

like a wise person said, i’ll tell you the outfit is cool, if and only if it actually is. i’d love to make a joint calendar event, but we can’t share contact information yet, remember? i’ll have to trust you won’t forget the phone case…i guess that’s more important than remembering a basic rule about soulmates, so i’ll have faith in you :-)

-yours, seungmin

with another roll of your eyes, you wrote your last message to seungmin for the night.

you test my patience, kim seungmin. get some rest now. i know you’re working hard on your comeback, so i’ll be rooting for you!

-yours, y/n

you smiled at the tiny heart seungmin drew in the bottom corner of the page before you peeled the sticky note off the stack. electricity ran through you every time you noticed how much it shrank. soon, very soon, you would be teased by seungmin in person. you hoped that you’d deliver the perfect eye roll in response to his snarky comments, as a way to show him you truly loved him.

staring at the note, seungmin laughed at his desk, right when felix walked by.

“what’d y/n say?”

“none of your business.”

despite the nature of the retort, seungmin’s tone was lighthearted. felix laughed and left seungmin alone to place the completed sticky note in his not-so-secret box, where he kept every word you’ve ever exchanged safe from the rest of the world.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hi soulmate~ let’s see if our tastes match. tell me your ideal meet-cute.

-yours, seungmin

you felt a blush on your skin at seungmin’s cute tone. you imagined he was feeling particularly sweet as your meeting was only three days away. you took your time mentally ranking the best meet-cutes you’d witnessed in books, movies, tv, and real life.

hi seungmin~ there are a lot of good ones, but i have to stick with the classic: locking eyes across a crowded room. what’s yours?

-yours, y/n

you stared at the note, eager to see whether seungmin had a romantic side after all. you laughed in disbelief when you read his answer.

wow, no “hi soulmate~”? rude :-( my favorite trope is spilling coffee on someone. i’d enjoy that as long as i’m not the one getting spilled on. let’s hope your outfit isn’t too cool!

-yours, seungmin

you imagined seungmin was laughing at his own joke, which balanced out his vague threat to spill coffee on you.

you’re such a menace :-( i’m about to revoke “soulmate” from your nicknames, as a matter of principle.

-yours, y/n

seungmin, despite himself, blushed at the thought of you having different nicknames picked out for him. his heart fluttered, feeling extra sweet because of you.

i’m YOUR menace. see you soon! i’ll be the handsome man holding two coffees <3

-yours, seungmin

you sighed, knowing there was a real chance he’d carry two coffees around that whole day. if there was one thing about seungmin, he’d commit to the bit.

i’ll run away from you, and i hope you spill one of the coffees on yourself while you chase me. at least we’ll be matching <3

-yours, y/n

from miles away, you and seungmin laughed at the same time. similarly, you both played out different meet-cute scenarios for the rest of the night. seungmin would never admit this to you, but he’d love to see the excited look on your face if your chosen meet-cute was what fate had in store.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

though you returned home later than usual, you were still surprised to see the sticky note halfway filled up by the time you sat at your desk.

my schedules start before sunrise tomorrow, so i have to go to bed early, like a grandpa. chan says this is a good time to go to bed…what else would we expect though? anyways, i’m sorry i won’t get to write back tonight. tell me about your day! i’ll read it as soon as i wake up. i promise. :-)

sleep well, and i’ll see you tomorrow~

-yours, seungmin

your heart sank a little at the fact you wouldn’t be able to interact directly with seungmin the night before the long-awaited day. however, the butterflies in your stomach reminded you that there was plenty to be excited about.

hi soulmate~ i’m jealous you’re sleeping so early. i was out late because i had to get everything ready before attending the live show recording tomorrow (i still can’t believe i won that ticket lottery!). i’m worried i won’t be able to sleep well from the excitement.

don’t forget about my outfit! just look for the best-dressed person and you’ll find me :-)

i’ll be sending you the strength to get through your schedules! i can’t wait to see you tomorrow~

-yours, y/n

you smiled to yourself, feeling in your heart that seungmin would start his day off happy, as you finally gave him the greeting he’d been waiting for.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

from the second he read your note, seungmin couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. everyone noticed the way he beamed, so it didn’t take long for them to put together that he’d be meeting you today. his members were painfully obvious about trying to catch a glimpse of you wherever they went. seungmin was in such a good mood that he didn’t even tease them that much.

realizing that the live show recording was almost definitely where you’d meet, seungmin noticed that his palms were sweatier than normal. he shook them out, taking deep breaths to calm his heart rate. this may not have been the first stage for their new song, but it was the first stage you’d be at, so the stakes were high.

despite the nerves from the night before, you were happily enjoying yourself at the show. of course, every performance was incredible, and the crowd was energetic. by the time there was only one act left, you felt your body start to grow tired. an adrenaline rush hit you full force, however, when you saw the name “stray kids” light up the stage.

jaw dropped, you were silent while the rest of the crowd screamed. your eyes raced to find seungmin. he was on the opposite end of the stage, giving you at least a chance at composing yourself before he saw your face. the music started, and you joined the crowd’s cheers. seungmin’s stage presence and vocals in person were breathtaking, and you felt a swell of pride knowing that your soulmate was so talented.

as though he could sense you were thinking of him, seungmin turned his head to the area where you stood. the second you locked eyes, seungmin grinned like an excited puppy. he waved to you, feeling giddy enough to make a heart with his hands. you matched his energy, smiling widely and bouncing from the magic of it all. there he was, just across the room, saying “hi” to you and only you.

per the instructions seungmin mouthed from the stage, you waited in your seat for a bit until a staff member brought you backstage. despite the recording being done, the halls were crowded with bustling employees and idols alike. all of the noise was drowned out by someone calling your name.

“hey y/n! i like your outfit!”

you turned around, seeing seungmin waving again. he beamed, and you rushed over to him.

“you remembered!”

seungmin laughed at your excitement, “i did forget my coffee though. it looks like your meet-cute won in the end.”

his eyes twinkled as he looked at you. rather than feeling nervous, you two chattered endlessly. you giggled at the way seungmin blushed when you complimented his performance. in turn, seungmin giggled at the way you blushed when he called you pretty. being able to have a conversation that exceeded the character limit of a sticky note left both of you with the zoomies, much to the entertainment of seungmin’s eavesdropping members.

“seungmin!” hyunjin yelled from a suspiciously nearby spot, “we have to leave soon!” hyunjin waved at you, “hi y/n!”

you waved back, and seungmin told you to ignore hyunjin, which made you laugh. as you exchanged contact information, you kept your promise and examined seungmin’s phone case.

“i like your phone case, seungmin! it matches your style perfectly,” you pointed at the object in his hand.

“thank you!” seungmin grinned for the umpteenth time that day, proudly holding the phone out for you to see, “this is the best part, if you ask me.”

you were surprised to see a sticky note in the back of his phone case. you leaned closer to examine it, and you felt a wave of fondness wash over you. in his hand, seungmin held one of your earliest sticky notes. on it, you had drawn a picture of what you thought seungmin looked like, purely based on how he wrote. you were way off, which you learned once you saw a picture of him online. it did accurately capture seungmin’s personality, though, so seungmin was quite proud of your artistry.

“it’s a one-of-a-kind drawing, so i wanted to show it off.”

seungmin’s tone was teasing, but you could feel the compliment, “you’re so sweet, seungmin! maybe i should have a matching one?”

he nodded, “i better see the portrait i drew of you in your phone case next time i see you.”

you laughed, “understood! i feel chan staring at us, so you should get going. call me when you get home?”

“of course!” seungmin smiled, “promise me one more thing?”

“hmm,” you feigned deep thought, “it depends on what it is.”

“next time you come to watch us perform, sit by my side of the stage.”

“only if i can see lee know too.”

seungmin glared at you momentarily, breaking into a laugh because he was so endeared by the pout you gave in response. after you said your goodbyes, you watched seungmin bound down the hall to meet his members. before he went around the corner, he turned to wave to you again, mouthing goodbye, soulmate!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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reignpage · 3 months ago

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A Guide to Physics Tutor!Nanami

I've gotten a couple messages from people who are confused about how to read this series, so here is an explanation:

All the smaus on Physics tutor!Nanami are connected

They are listed in my masterlist in order

They cannot be read in standalone

For example: the smau titled 'Newton's first law' is broken down like so

pre-relationship

first pic: of their first text conversation once Yaga assigns Nanami to reader as a tutor Second and third pic follows from the drunk party incident from the last smau second pic: reader begs for a second chance and nanami agrees, third pic: fast forward a couple weeks later, reader is distant because she doesn't want to stop being tutored by him and nanami notices

established relationship

fourth pic: follow a major moment in their relationship where the girl that was mentioned in the previous physics tutor!nanami becomes a sore point for them, reader reaches a breaking point and asks for a break which nanami doesn't fight against fifth pic: reader asks to come over and they kinda begin to get closer again but the girl pops up and reader pulls away once more sixth pic: after 2 weeks of the break, neither of them can stand it anymore and they realise no issue's too big for their love for each other but reader needs reassurance so she asks him when did he know he loves her (remember he's had a crush on her since the first day of first year and has fallen more and more through every tiny glimpse of her)

There is an intentional and purposeful sense of ambiguity in the timeline because it jumps back and forth in order to create a sense of drama.

Think of an episode of Vampire Diaries or Grey's Anatomy where there are flashbacks which serves to tie in with the main story.

Having both pre and during relationship texts creates a contrasts that highlights their respective developments

Such as Nanami getting used to reader's flirtatious nature

There are also reveals about Nanami's thoughts during their pre-relationship moments which adds context to his behaviour or messages

My intention with this not so straightforward means of storytelling is to create layers and depth to the characters

It's supposed to be one of those series where as I post, avid readers will pick up on easter eggs that makes rereading a previous post exciting

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update:

The previous layout for Physics tutor!Nanami came before I decided to make the EdenU au what it is today, so the story telling layout has changed, even Nanami's after the part 0.5s.

All the parts before part 1 were of the old layout, whereby each smau were divided between pre-relationship and established relationship texts.

Now, the smaus after part 1 are all pre-relationship, following a linear timeline but one that intersects the old layout.

So the new parts actually build up to the part 0.5s, providing more context and depth to those previous snapshots, until we've been caught up to after reader's distant period and Nanami attending the party willingly to talk to her

If you are still confused, just drop me a message.

Hope this helps!

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37-children-of-the-dreams · 3 months ago

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Lighter’s Mental State

PSA WARNING : DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE TALKS OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.

Background Context: I was speed running my chance to have Inky the stray black cat as my pet and changed the time to Evening, but I was at Lumina Square when I did it. So, I went to the map icon to go back to Sixth Street when I saw Lighter’s icon in the Lumina Square area and I had to check out why he’s there.

I was not prepared for the interaction between us.

I just want everyone to know that I am not a licensed psychologist, I am only days away from getting my Bachelor’s degree in Psychology, but Lighter’s choice of words are heavily implying that he has suicidal ideation.

You have three choices to tell him. I already did the second and third choices. This is what he’ll say:

The first pic happens when you picked the last one, and he’s going to do a bunch of death jokes to lighten the mood, but the Proxy will still remind him in the end to live his life. If you pick the second, it’s the rest of the pictures and he’s going to tell you that he is doing fine and was overthinking his situation, but will say he envies you for a secret reason. I will try to find him again tomorrow for the first one, but I just want people to know that Lighter has suffered and is still dealing with PTSD from his past so every time the Proxy talks to him, Lighter becomes happier because of us. His interactions with the Proxy does show that he does care about our relationship with him and that he will not do anything reckless for the sake of his relationship with us.

Literally minutes after our interaction. He’s in a happier state.

Lighter might not want people to know his situation, but the instant he hears someone wanting him to live or is willing to die with him, he changes his mind and wants to live so the person who cares about him doesn’t have to worry about him. He truly is a well written character and I will defend him with everything I have.

#zenless zone zero #zzz #lighter #lighter lorenz #lighter zzz #zzz lighter #lighter you have suffered enough please don’t die for the sake of your family #or the mc because they want you to live

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vivziepopcriticalconfessions · 5 months ago

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I tried watching Hazbin Hotel with my mom, because I was interested after watching the pilot and she heard me talking about the show. For context, I had watched the pilot, but no live streams mentioning lore outside of it. My mother hadn't even watched the pilot because it was so long that she couldn't stay focused long enough (ADHD runs in my family, and although she was interested, it was extremely difficult).

It seems like a third of the plot is in the pilot, a third in the live streams, blog posts, and interviews, and a third in the actual show. My mom was constantly confused, looking to me and asking me questions to things she didn't understand and getting frustrated. "Why'd a guy like Adam get into Heaven? He's a horrible person and one of the three people who are the Forbidden fruit." Then, I'd simply shrug and go "I don't know. Maybe they'll explain it later?" Then, they didn't. She'd ask "Wait, who are these overlord people? What do they have to do with the current plot?" or even "Why are Husk, Angel, Niffty, and Sir Pentious in Hell? Where are they from?" And, again, I'd be like "I know about Angel and Husk, but I have no real clue why or where Niffty and Sir Pentious are from." And that's me having about 2/3's of the plot. My mom has only the show to go off of. If it weren't for me telling her, she'd have no clue who Alastor is outside of "Radio guy with ears- OH WAIT THOSE ARE DEER EARS I THOUGHT THEY WERE DOG EARS BECAUSE OF HIS SHARP TEETH". Or Angel Dust, who would've just been "Fluffy creature with extra arms who is a gay guy that likes sex" to her. She had no idea he was a spider, or that he did drag, or any of that.

Hazbin is a show with an interesting idea, but it's just... it's too scattered. It seems to be made only for super fans that know it from all pieces of media it's been in. From blog posts, to live streams, to interviews, convention appearances and the pilot which is like an hour long. I don't mind the fans being fans, because they can like what they want to like, but I can't see many new fans entering the show's fanbase. Either that, or they'll enter and be confused about all these odd plot points they haven't heard about from just watching the show. This fanbase seems to think that it'll become big and change the way we watch adult cartoons forever, gaining South Park levels of fame, but I think it'll inevitably become a niche show just because Viv did not put essential, worldbuilding plot points into the first season. New people are probably going to see the first half, and if the jokes don't land hard enough for them to stick around through the confusion, they'll leave and maybe even leave a bad review, resulting in the die-hard fans harassing them and ensuring they won't give it a second chance.

Ok, I'm not turning this into a pic because it's so long but GUYS LOOK AT THE THESIS ANON WROTE HOLY SHIT-

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #anti hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #long post #vivziepopcriticalconfessions

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paegei · 1 year ago

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how would the seventeen members react to their significant other having nipple piercings? i have mine done and i adore them they make me feel so cute🥰

tysm for requesting ! 'twas planning on writing this thought soon ! looks like you read my mind \^o^/

svt members opinions on nipple piercings

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

seungcheol:

with or without piercings, he is ALWAYS lapping at those bad boys. piercings just add to the fun. he thought you reactions were cute pre-piercings ? afterwards, this man is OBSESSED with your sounds. i mean OBSESSED.

jeonghan:

we all know this dude is a menace. his foreplay is immense, add in the piercings ? just added another 10+ minutes of nipple play. if your tits are not SOAKED in his spit, he would not be able to sleep that night.

joshua:

as i have said and will always say; joshie boy goes BONKERS for some boobs (esp for all my small boob gals out there). when you revealed your newly decorated tits, he almost busted in his tighty whiteys. he def stares at your chest even when it's clothed. boy just can't get the sight out of his mind.

jun:

paegei #1 jun boob enthusiast. his tit pic collection SKYROCKETED after your new piercing. man is feral. his thinking about them while sleeping, while singing, while dancing. his brain has become consumed by the sight. somehow loves cumming on your tits even more, who would've thought ?

soonyoung:

this dude is down bad, are we shocked at how crazy he went over them ??????????? seriously guys, act surprised. again, constantly playing with your boobs. not even in a sexual context. he'll be showing you a video of his latest performance, and his hand just creeps up your shirt. can't blame him though, boobs are boobs.

wonwoo:

be prepared, him playing with your jewellery is definitely becoming his new go-to punishment. he will not move on from your tits till you are shaking and crying (even then he might not move on just yet...) also plays with your nips like he's using his controller IM SORRY.

jihoon:

his jaw drops FOR SURE. tries his damn hardest to not gawk but you can tell how much it affects him from the flush peaking up his neck. in his subby moments, loves suckling on them. twirling the bar in with his tongue, writing his name with the movements LAWD.

minghao:

two words. tit. fucking. HE LOVES TIT FUCKING !!!!! like yeah, he liked it before you got the piercings, but the sight of looking down ???? seeing the jewellery jingling ???? with the movement of his thrusts ????? man loses ALLLLLL of his cool.

mingyu:

like soonyoung, bros hands are LATCHED on. complains if you wear a bra or even a shirt. don't hide his babies from him ??? don't you love him ????? immedietly notices if you change the stud. like im talking the SLIGHTEST change. bro is locked in on the honkers.

seokmin:

bro is ecstatic. jumping for joy kinda ecstatic. definitely pouts when he has to wait for them to heal, but then is always ON TOP of that care. the day he got the all clear to play with your boobs, he was on the verge of tears.

seungkwan:

listen, as much as kwan loves the sight, he is more interested in what you decide to adorn you nipples with. after he gets a taste of what sort of jewellery you take a liking to, he is constantly surprising you with even more. also definitely dropped to his knees when you showed him, the drama queen he is.

vernon:

dude did not think boobs could get any better. titty fucking to the MAX. just twists and flicks at the bar every now and then, just to see what would happen (what did he expect ?). honestly, would not be that shocked if he suddenly wanted to get his done too. vernon likes the looks of it what can he say.

chan:

the second your shirt is off, his eyes are BUGGING out of their sockets. borderline cartoon character ass reaction. you guys will simply be cuddling on the couch and he suddenly remembers you got your nipples pierced and just immediately shoves his head under your shirt and gets to town. bros got a mission.

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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kuroppiii · 6 months ago

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tough as nails ᵕ̈ boyfie!msby boys x nail tech!gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : when you want ⋮⋮ to practice some designs ⋮⋮ and they volunteer them- ⋮⋮ selves as your test dummy !

📋 content ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮 ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛 ♡ # 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 🥛 ♡ # ~2.5𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

🧸 directory ‹ ✩ like what you read ? check out more of my blog ! •ᴗ•

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ik that ' s not really the context of the saying in the title but i couldn ' t think of anything else ! nail pics as with all my other header pics are from pinterest <3 also lmk if you want to see more characters for this prompt bc highkey i loveee looking through nail designs lol ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

this is not this man's first time around some nail polish

natsu used to paint his nails all the time, so he’s so down!

big color inspo from the colors of a classic blue and yellow mikasa volleyball because of his love for the sport (obvi)

howeverrr switching out the yellow for a bit more of an orange hue to go with his hair <3

also!!! some tropical floral designs as an homage to his time in brazil

a super fun vibe for a bright and go-lucky guy :)

when you first take his hand in yours, the tips of his ears start to redden a little bit

"hey shō are your ears alright–?" [you]

"your hands are so soft." [hinata]

"okay, shō." [you] (totally not fighting back a smile)

he's held your hand countless times but for some reason this–you holding his hand so gently and focusing in on it as you start prepping his nail beds–feels so much more intimate

seeing your face as you're so focused on him and his hands makes him blush lowk but good thing you're looking down and can't see how flustered he obviously is

like for someone so talkative, he's silent and almost as attentive as you the whole time and he's not even the one doing the work

you also notice he holds his breath every time you make the nail polish make contact with his nails until you finally lift back up CUTIEEE

“love, you know you can breathe, right?” [you]

“i don’t want to mess you up though! you’re doing so great by the way, babe.” [hinata]

cups your face when his nails are finally set and dry and you can see his eyes dart between your facial features and his nails contrasting against your skin and his smile gets bigger in real time

then he gives you a biggg kiss as a thank you for your hard work

definitely goes to every one of his teammates in the msby locker room his next practice to show them the nails

on tvs, cellphones, laptops and countless other kinds of screens everywhere: the camera following the msby jackals' game whips around to land their sights on hinata shōyō.

ten seconds remain on the clock. the jackals are behind their opponents by the most miniscule handful of points. in a last-ditch effort, atsumu's in place, and in a matter of seconds hinata is already high in the air.

the ball is met with a collision from the redhead's hand and quickly surpasses any of the opposition's lines of defense. an abrasive buzzer blares throughout the area and the msby jackals all start to jump onto one another with screams and yells and high fives in celebration.

"another excellent shot by hinata! what a way for the jackals to clutch this game folks!" a commentator excitedly blabbers.

"let's take another look at that one, shall we?" another accompanying commentator beckons.

time slows on screen during the instant replay–from the moment hinata gets in front of the net, to the moment his feet leave the ground, and especially as his arm is reeled back moments before the winning shot.

the camera takes the liberty of zooming in on hinata’s hand then. it captures the precise moment when his purest love and energy for volleyball surges through his body. the unseen electricity has ricocheted throughout him to finally trail up to his fingertips, adorned with colors that showcase the blend of his identity with the same ball his skin almost adoringly caresses for a second in the eyes on the slow-mo cam footage.

blue and yellow, blue and orange side-by-side in front of thousands and millions of eyes to witness as the ninja shōyō’s manicured hand follows through and pushes that volleyball past the net to bring his team to victory.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

as babygirl as sakusa kiyoomi is, black’s just really his vibe i think

not on like some emo shit but the black would go really well with not only his hair but his iconic beauty marks above his eye

speaking of his hair, the cyber tribal chrome kind of sitch kinda alludes to his curls :0

i mean to the rest of the world he’s this stoic and serious guy all the time

but they don't see how he looks at you while you paint the finer details on his nails

or the subtle and soft dopey smile he’s got on as he asks you in lovestruck whispers about your technique, how work's going, what materials you use, etc.

"and... what's this for now?" [sakusa]

"it's to make sure your nails stay nice and strong for whenever you hit your incredible spikes, omi." [you]

"oh, that's definitely important. wouldn't want to skip that." [sakusa] (before you laugh at his little joke and his heart skips a beat and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head as you continue to work)

once the nails are finished, he goes to look at them with his fingers clawed–boyishly characteristic of a dude who's never gotten his nails done like this before

you can't help but laugh and he asks what's wrong

"what do you mean i'm looking at them weird?" [sakusa]

"your hands look like when you posed with the msby jackal mascot that one time." [you]

"how else am i supposed to look at them?" [sakusa]

you demonstrate how people normally check out their nails at the salon

and then it delves into a mini hand modeling lesson and many, many, giggles between the two of you as he tries to figure it out

you end up with some new reference pics of his set for any of your future clients, what a supportive boyfriend!

a certain photo is going viral as it makes its rounds online. the photographer who took it had to have known they struck gold capturing this certain moment, and the racking number of likes and comments are only affirmations of that.

it's a professional shot of sakusa kiyoomi mid-game. late-game, actually, as its evident though the state of his appearance in the picture.

visible droplets dot his face and figure, giving his skin and curly hair a certain sheen that proves the dedication he puts into every one of the msby jackals' games. to combat the sweat that's accumulated on himself, it seems like sakusa had absentmindedly reached for the edge of his jersey to act as a substitute for a towel in that particular moment (his expression is clearly focused on nothing but what might've been happening next on the other side of the court net). the muscles that adorn his torso peek out from the action.

and on top of it all–the sweat, the abs, the way the rest of the jersey clings to the rest of his body–the subtle chrome detailing of his nails stand out where his hand tugs the fabric to wipe at the bottom of his face...

and you hadn't even really caught on to this picture online yourself. the only reason you went to look it up for yourself was because of the influx of work emails you had received since the jackals' last win.

the public was vaguely aware you specialized in cosmetics, as sakusa had alluded to now and then in press conferences and interviews. however, it wasn't really until people online started to wonder where your boyfriend got these nails from did google's reverse-image search bring them to the pictures on your profile that you and sakusa took post- his manicure.

to say your clientele grew overnight, would be quite the understatement.

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

ik the picture is a bit blurry but PLEASE stick with me here yall 🙏 HEAR ME OUT

heavy on that barbie ken atsumu sort of agenda

you ask if he had any colors in mind

and he’s like "y'know what? fuck it. go big or go home."

he knows people might shit on him for having his nails done at his next game so yeah get the most stereotypically “feminine” color you got–just to mess with whatever losers might whine about it

“but... do ya think pink would look good on me y/n?” [atsumu] (AND HE'S KIND OF SHY WHEN HE'S ASKING YOU)

"OF COURSE IT WOULD BABY??" [you]

as you're ducked down working, he misses seeing your face

so he cranes his neck and looks up at you from where his hands are

"hey baby, funny seeing you here." [atsumu]

"tsumu, stay still!" [you]

"sorry angel, just missed lookin' at ya." [atsumu]

in that position, he loves the feeling of you holding his hands and the sensation of the nail polish brush against the top of his fingers so much, that he semi-falls asleep against his forearm as you wrap up

he just feels so much at peace <3

and when you’re done he is definitely giving ken, and that his job is volleyball

and tbh i hc his hair post timeskip isn’t so much piss yellow as ppl joke it was while he was at inarizaki

but that if he stuck through with keeping it blonde for so long he eventually managed to get it professionally done, and with some GODDAMN TONER 😭

i think it’s like a brassy sort of blonde

which looks perfect as an accent to the nails

like pop off regina george!!!!

something endearing about your loving atsumu is he never fails to get you the best seats in the arena whenever you come watch the msby jackals play.

from front row, you can see everything, and in so much detail—the action, the sweat, the tears that goes into each and every matchup the team faces. truly, the experience was leagues above settling for a closer look on any big screen or arena jumbotron. everything was just so much clearer!

but most importantly, you can see your boyfriend. very clearly.

so clearly, in fact, that after a particular great serve to bokuto for a spike that earned the jackals yet another point, you have the luxury of soaking in all the glowing details of atsumu in his element.

the way he clutches his strong fists and yells with joy at the small win, a bit of pink peeking out from the insides of his palms.

how his hands clap and grasp at the hands of his teammates in quick celebratory high-fives that leave streaky blurs of pink trailing behind his excited movements.

when his hand quickly drags over his smiling and glistening face, before carding through his hair—small pink detailings disappearing and reappearing amidst the blonde strands that rest on the top of his head.

by the time all the players on the court are settled back into their places for when the moment the ball will be up in the air once again—anticipation pulsing on both sides of the net—you can even catch as atsumu quickly glances at his nails with a small, blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile.

thankfully, your top-tier seat allows you to catch it. and although he’s smiling at his hands, you know that it’s for your work and by extension, it’s all love for you in that split second before your boyfriend has to lock in again.

when the next ball is served, you find yourself almost falling out of your chair from how far you’re leaning forward to take in as much of your great view as possible.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

MISMATCH IS A MUST

you say the few designs you want to try out and ask him which one you can try on him and he just goes: ALL OF THEM!

(he knows it’ll take longer to do with all the different elements, but that just means he gets to stare at you for longer as you work)

"are you sure? i mean, do you have a color you want in particular? i can tweak them so they all have the same palette." [you]

"nope! cover me with whatever your beautiful mind is envisioning!" [bokuto] (he's jutting his fingers out in front of you and wiggling them around with the biggest grin on his face)

these nails also just fits him as a person because he’s super all over the place and spontaneous so it works it JUST WORKS OK

plus his hair’s literally greyish whitish so it’s like a perfect neutral and blank canvas to accent the color palette

it's one thing having him sit still for an extended amount of time, but having you this close? right in front of him?

how is he not supposed to give your lips a quick kiss now and then

BUT!!! he always goes to double check he didn't mess up the nails every time he pulls back

"kō, the nails are fine! you didn't even move your hands, you're just moving your head to kiss me, silly." [you]

"just making sure, babe! i know this stuff takes a lot of work. plus, i can't really think of what else is happening when i'm kissing you, really." [bokuto] (already going in for another kiss)

you can see in the corner of your eye as you work on your designs that bokuto's nose scrunches up now and then

it's because he's not used to the smell of the nail products you're using

upon completing the whole nail set, he concludes it’s legitimately one of THE COOLEST THINGS anyone’s ever fucking done for him

doesn’t stop staring at his hands in a little bit of awe even after you’re done and chilling on the living room couch, completely oblivious to what's going on on the tv in front of you two

the crowd is going absolutely ballistic. the jackals are in the lead. and your boyfriend, the bokuto kōtarō is up and about to serve.

you watch the arena's big teleprompter with the rest of the spectators as the cameras pan to bokuto.

he has that look on his face–confident and happy playing the sport that runs through his veins. his hand crashes down onto the ball once. wham!

twice. blam!

when the ball comes back up, he grips it between his hands. it's evident even through the screen how his arms tense and pulse. it's like he's revving up.

as everyone hangs off the edge of their seats and keep their eyes glued in anticipation to the broadcasting of bokuto holding that unmistakable combo of blue and yellow–it's impossible to ignore how the ends of his hands glint and reflect the bright overhead lights.

colors of all kinds twitch in excitement against the leather and the star player quickly glances down at the ball, sure, but most definitely also at the intricate art you so graciously blessed his nails with. bokuto's lips crack a smile.

then he's tossing the volleyball up. a loud and powerful smack reverberates throughout the arena. in the blink of an eye the ball whizzes past two of the opposite team's players and the crowd explodes once again as the ball is now rolling on the outskirts of the court across the net.

your boyfriend's chest swells with pride, and his carefully manicured finger darts to point over you in the stands. you cheer even louder for him as he beams a tooth-filled smile your way.

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ oh and i forgot to point out that most of these designs are short and with minimal charms so they don't get in the way of a volleyball player ' s , well ... volleyball playing ! short nail - ers rise up ! ”

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xeeljii · 7 months ago

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SUCK IT AND SEE

WARNING! Explicit RPF!

Summary: No head no backstage passes!

Word count: 4.7k

CW: 18+, f! reader, kinda dom!Joost, oral (m!receiving), thank god for skirts, spit only a little bit, slight jealousy, established relationship but no context needed, no specific body descriptions.

It had been a hard month to say the least, it didn’t start that way, Joost was supposed to be away on tour and you had made arrangements to go with him to most of it but that plan fell through as your work pilled up and at every turn more problems kept popping up. You could barely catch a break from work to home then to work again and a million little tasks that demanded your immediate attention at all times, nights included. You were running on fumes, too busy sometimes to even talk to him on the phone or reply to his texts. He was understanding and didn’t blame you which made you feel all the more guilty. Worst part though, you were pent up. Usually you two managed the long distance relationship thing, did something, either sent pics or videos, chatted, anything really to help relieve some tension and talk each other through it, but this time no such luck. Finally though, you were free and just your luck he was performing back home. You would be able to meet him but didn’t tell him yet, you wanted it to be a surprise.

You arrived at the venue when the show had already been starting, you sneaked to the backstage area without problems since his people knew you and you watched from the side of the stage the whole way through eyes glued on him. He was great at this, it never got boring you could watch every show and still want more, he was confident and engaging in a way you had seen few others, and even more charming because it was him. During the night you kept seeing all the beautiful people completely enamored by him, the pretty manicured hands reaching up to touch him even for a second and the bolder ones lingering at his arms for longer. It made something ugly and possessive bubble up in you that didn't fully let you enjoy the show. You who had been so lonely, sleeping at his bed far too big for a single person, yearning for his touch and yet everyone else seemed to have a piece of him and within touching distance right now. It was stupid and a far too immature way of thinking, you knew it, but it didn’t stop the way your heart felt heavy in your chest. You knew he couldn’t be yours fully even if you wanted it, knew that to some degree he would always belong to the fans too and to the world sometimes in unhealthy ways but nonetheless it made you feel lonely. Even if you poured everything you were on him he would still not be fully yours. You tried to push the ugly monster on jealousy back where it came from and just focus on enjoying the night, ignoring everyone but him.

You didn’t want him to see you just yet, so before he left the stage you quickly scurried to the small changing room at the back of the venue, knowing that everyone would probably linger at the larger backstage area. You enter the dimly lit room, there is only one vanity and a small couch, you wait impatiently to see him, you feel so giddy as if you truly didn’t know him and you were doing something so bold and reckless as sneaking in his changing room. You hear the sound of the door right behind you open and turn around on your feet, you rest your arms on the counter of the vanity and look at him with a playful smile on your face. He has missed you so badly, wonders why you didn’t tell him you were coming, he enjoys his shows more when he knows you are watching. He had been wanting to change quickly and go home to you and now you were here like he inadvertently called you with his mind. He has a towel hanging from his neck to soak the sweat, he quickly throws it into the couch before walking up to you. He has been aching for you so badly if he makes no effort to hold back he might pounce you right here, but they way you are looking up at him through heavy eyelashes it might be exactly what you want.

“What are you doing here?” He is still a few steps away, he looks taller or maybe it is because you haven’t seen him in what feels like forever.

“Well I came to see the main act, heard he was eye candy.” You smile seductively before licking your lips, the small glimpse of pink into your mouth already has him quickly hardening in his boxers, he didn’t even notice he was that pent up.

“Yeah?” His voice is a little hoarse from the show it makes you blush quickly under his gaze.

He takes another step towards you, he uses his height to stare you down, to seem like he is the one in control when he is already so worked up.

“Well you have no backstage pass, you can’t be here” He says smiling triumphantly at you, he sees a cute pout form on your lips. You are undeterred by this and take a step to close the gap.

“Really?” You ask faking nervousness that he will really kick you out. You see he doesn’t reply just looks down at you trying to keep the harsh stare. You lift your hand up and rest a tentative palm on his stomach feeling the soft flesh underneath only separated by the light fabric of the white button up. He makes no effort to swat your hand away, truthfully he is a little touch starved and this past month has been hard on him too, he is needy under the faced and has missed you so terribly. “Not even if I give you head?” You ask bluntly.

He swallows thickly, you start moving your hands down, he lets you play with the hem of his skirt. He can only hum in acknowledgment of what you just said fearing if he opens his mouth all that will come out is a pathetic eager sound.

“Is that what you do with your groupies?” You ask when you see he seems speechless, there is a smile on your face, you are only playing and he knows it too but at the same time there is a hint of real possessiveness on your tone, you don’t think he would ever do that to you but dating the star doesn't get easy really when everyone wants him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” He smirks down at you. And you would like to know, right now actually.

You push him towards the couch until it touches the back of his legs, he drops on it heavily, spreading his legs leaving room for you in the middle. You drop to your knees in front of him quickly with a soft thud, maybe it will leave a bruise, it is okay he can kiss at the tender skin later when you get back home. Your hands are holding at his hips and inching slowly down, he feels his heart skip a beat just watching you. You start undoing some hooks of his skirt, feel the thick fabric under your fingertips, and do everything you can to stop your hands from trembling with how eager you are. The skirt stays in place hanging from his hips but now the fabric creates a nice opening to what you want the most. You reach towards his dick inside his boxers, it feels so heavy in your hand, already semi-hard. You start stroking him slowly over the thin fabric of his boxers, he feels so warm you can see the outline of his length through the material, and a small bead of precum where his tip is, your mouth is already watering with desire. He fully hardens under your touch but before you go further he grabs hold of your jaw on the palm of his hand, caresses at the soft skin there then hooks his thumb on your lower lip pulling it open. Your mouth falls open for him, the inviting pink of it has him almost panting, he pushes his thumb inside and watches as it disappear when you wrap your soft lips around it, immediately sucking down greedily. He lets you suck at it for a minute, you look so pretty eyes closed and cheeks starting to blush but he stops you before he has the opportunity of finishing on his underwear too soon just at your sight. He pulls his hand away.

“Get to work.” His voice sounds low it goes right to your cunt and makes you start to dampen.

You nod up to him diligently without another word and go to reach the hem of his Joost Klein boxers, in a different situation you would give him shit for it, but now so pumped full of desire it just serves as reminder of who has you on your knees and it makes you even more impatient to have him in your mouth.

You pull his boxers down in a swift motion, his dick springs up and hits softy against his lower belly, you lick your lips in awe, the size and sheer girth are nothing to scoff at when he is fucking you but now on your knees looking up he looks even bigger, almost intimidating. You stroke his soft skin in one hand. You have to raise a little more and you start placing little kisses on the lower part of his soft stomach, all over his happy trail that tickles your nose, the hair there is rougher and darker, you love it so much, are so thankful in moments like this that he doesn’t have the patience to shave and just trims. You lick a long stripe up his length from down between his ballsack up to the tip, he hisses at that, you keep your hand moving while you lick and suck all over the tender skin of his dick, you feel the heat of him on your lips, you press open mouthed kisses at the veins, your thumb rubs at the slit of his tip, delicious drops of pre cum keep coming out making your strokes glide easier. He smells stronger than usual, the sweat on his skin makes him salty, it is so delicious and intoxicating you flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock eager to feel the large vein pulsing against it. You go lower take one of his balls in your mouth and suck softly, it leaves him speechless, he grabs tightly at one side of the couch, until his knuckles turn white.

“Fuck schat!” He almost screams, one of his hands goes to cover his mouth always so loud, but you want that; you distantly wish someone would walk in on you now, you wish everyone would know how much he wants you, how you are the only one that can have him dripping and needy like this, how he is yours and only yours.

You continue placing small kisses over his shaft, kitten licks on his tip and stroking the velvety skin, with one hand you play softly with his balls, feel so heavy on your palms you can already imagine how pent up he is, how thick and generous his release will be. You pull softly at the thin skin of his shaft with your lips making sure not to hurt him, he is twitching at that, growing even more impatient by the second.

“Enough with the teasing, open your mouth” He sounds so different from usual so consumed by lust and commanding, you pull away slightly looking up with big wet eyes, you let your jaw hang open pushing your tongue out slightly. He grabs himself in one big hand strokes a couple times before he lightly taps his hot member against your tongue.

“Suck”. You don’t need to be told twice.

Your lips wrap hungrily against his tip and you suck tightly, you let spit fall down his shaft, you take more of him slowly making sure not to graze your teeth on the sensitive skin. He is moaning above you, his taste is so intoxicating in your mouth you keep sucking him deeper you can’t get enough. You work your hand on what your mouth can’t take, your other holding tightly at his thigh, the delicious muscle warm underneath your touch. You look up at him but his eyes are closed, eyebrows scrunched up, it could make you feel a little lonely if you didn’t know that he was doing it so he didn’t end this fun all too quick. But it only serves to spur you on, to have him so worked up that he can’t do anything to stop from coming deep into your heat. His hands go to your head , he sinks his fingers softly between the strands of hair, letting you move at your pace but wanting to feel you close.

You feel breathless even when doing your best effort to breath through your nose, you moan against his length, there are loud squelching sounds filling the room, he feels like he is going insane doing everything to stay still when he feels himself melting on your mouth. The heat of it feels so inviting that without meaning to he pushes your head deeper lost in the desire, you feel him at the back of your throat in surprise and gag around his length sending a delicious spasm over his sensitive cock, he quickly lets go and mutters a sorry. But this is exactly what you want, what has your cunt dripping wet on your underwear. You look up at him pulling off his dick slightly from your mouth enough so you can speak.

“You can fuck my mouth, you know?” Your voice sounds rough from the strain, he stays in place mouth agape while his brain tries to catch up to what you are saying. “I mean, I want you to fuck my mouth Joost” You grab at his hands that are clenched in fists by his hips, untangle his fingers and bring them to the back of your head to hold you in place. “Please” you almost whimper looking up at him through glossy eyes holding his dick in your hand and kissing softly at the tip.

He nods, grabs at the back of your head firmly, you open your mouth as much as you can waiting for him to fill you, he start pushing his dick inside you slowly, looking intently at your face for signs of discomfort but you look almost blissful despite the few tears that escape your water line, he feels the warm breath coming from your nose as he closes the gap, he feels the tip of his dick bump at the back of your throat thinks about pulling out but you moan deliciously around his length it feels like a plead “more” so he pushes even further feels your throat tighten on his tip gives you some seconds to calm down and relax around him, again you hum around him signaling for him to push further and he does when he finally bottoms out into your throat a long deep moan escapes from his plump lips.

“Shit, liefde you feel so good” You hum contently, proud that he is enjoying you so much, your hands are holding on his thighs but now he is the one setting the pace.

He pulls in and out slowly letting you get used to his girth and length, after a few thrusts he gets bolder starts going faster and harder, knows that you can take it because you keep moaning around him like when is fucking your pussy. After a while when he feels you have become accustomed he starts pushing in deep fast thrusts you can barely register his moves you just feel the divine push and pull on your throat, you were meant for him, that is why it feels so good, like he was fucking your cunt, it makes no sense other way. The sounds are downright sinful, your mouth creating a vacuum like effect that amplifies the squelch, it feels too pornographic but your mind is so far off you don’t even pause. When he hits at the back of your throat too hard it makes you gag around him but from his position it is just too delicious, he is already too lost and can’t stop, just chases after the feeling, you do your best to relax under him breathing rapidly through your nose feeling his musk take over your senses. You feel the way your pussy is throbbing so wet and you can feel the dampness in your panties. You feel the combined bite of your underwear and the seam line of your jeans dig into your cunt applying just the smallest pleasure to your clit, you start moving your hips involuntarily chasing after nothing, you don’t even want to imagine the damage when you take your pants off, but you have been so pent up too. The pictures and voice notes he would send only taking you so far. You are a little whimpering mess under him, he tries not to look too hard or this will end all too quick but when he does and he sees you humping softly against the air he feels a bit of pain, he wants to help you but your mouth feel so heavenly right now he can’t pull away even if his life depended on it. He slows down his thrust but keeps his cock buried deep on your throat, you take the opportunity to take deep breaths though your nose.

“Get yourself off for me princess.” He says with tenderness dripping from his tone despite the position you are in.

You are so far gone what should sound outrageous is just a welcomed blessing to quench your thirst. You nod. He starts thrusting wildly again so close to his peak. You push your jeans open with one hand an immediately reach inside to find your clit hard and throbbing painfully you are so wet you don’t know if the squelching sounds are coming from him or from you, you start rubbing wild circles on it chasing your high, you feel like a dog in heat at his feet, it is so humiliating and yet it only adds fuel to the fire of your fast coming orgasm. You feel weightless rubbing furiously at your bundle of nerves, hand scratching at his thigh while he uses your mouth to get off, you don’t have to do anything but breath and concentrate on how much he fills you, how deeply he reaches, the delicious scent of his sweaty skin. Distantly your throat starts to hurt, the sides of your mouth pulled taut, you wonder if you will be even able to speak after this but the feeling of being filled by him in a way that feels like he is fucking your brain is too good to stop.

He feels you moaning wildly on his length, sees how fast your hand is moving inside your jeans and how hard your hold is on his thigh, he smiles to himself before opening his mouth.

“You like this?” With him so deep down your throat it is impossible to reply, you open your eyes to meet his through falling tears and just hum affirmatively against his dick hoping he gets it. “Yeah?” He pushes impossibly deeper into you, your nose is pressed thight right on his lower stomach you feel the soft flesh and the happy trail tickle at your nose. “Maybe I should keep you like this?” His sentences punctured with the push and pull hold on your head “Use you just to cockwarm me.”

The idea doesn’t seem so bad, to exist only to warm him, to turn off your brain fully, only live off his pleasure. Your brains might have melted off somewhere along the way because it is starting to sound like a dream. You try to lick at the underside so desperate to feel him finally cum down your throat, prove to you that you make him feel so good, that you are the only one that can do this for him.

At his feet you feel your orgasm quickly crash into you, you look up at him desperate tears freely falling from your eyes. The climax is so hard pulled from your deepest parts if he wasn’t fully filling you up you would scream. His thighs shake under your grip, his fist webbed and closed painfully on your hair, he feels himself coming undone and pushes himself one last thrust into your sweet mouth, your nose crashes against his pelvis as he cums deep into the heat of your throat, his release painting white stripes down your pink insides, your body responds on instinct swallowing down as much as you can.

You feel his dick twitch softly on your tongue before he pulls out of you, his cock is so pretty and pink glistening with his release and your spit, before you can swallow the last of it down he speaks.

“Let me see” you open your mouth with your tongue out holding the last of his cum like a pearl int he middle of your tongue. He holds your jaw in his hand looks hypnotized at the sight, could probably get hard again in a minute just at the view, wishes he could take a picture, is sure it would get him off in seconds no matter how far away you were.

An obscene idea crosses his mind, you must be connected in some deep spiritual level, soulmates lost from another time or neighbors from the same cosmic powder that makes you or just depraved enough in the exact same way, because you just look up at him like you can really read his mind and nod slightly, giving him green light. He knows you want this too, knows you would let him do anything he wanted but it feels so wrong you are his princess, his heart, he wants to treat you gently, spoil you rotten, kiss every hair on your head and before he can stop himself the animal inside of him spits a fat glob into your pretty mouth that lands perfectly on the center of your tongue right there with the rest of his cum. You close your eyes and swallow back like it is delicious. If heaven exists he is not making it there, for this alone but he can’t find it in himself to feel guilty when you look up at him from the floor with so much adoration like he is god.

You rest your head on his thigh looking up to him with half lidded eyes, all the stress from work melting away slowly. You place little kisses at the soft skin on the inside of his legs, then bolder more insistent ones, he realizes you are trying to mark him. His skin is so pale there, never touched by the sun, he bruises so easily and now he will have your love bites all over his thighs to prove that he is yours and only yours, as if the look of adoration he gives you all the time isn’t enough. You suck generously on the sensitive skin, scrape your teeth over it before licking with your tongue and soothing the marks with kisses once you are satisfied. Red spots bloom on the softness of his thighs and he lets you, he would let you do anything you wanted to him. You look up at him and find him already staring at you, pure love dripping from his eyes and a soft smile on his lips, it overwhelms you so much you have to bite at the tender muscle on his leg, he complains in a high pitched “Ouch!” and you snort at it before placing a kiss over the mark of your teeth. When you are satisfied with your work you place one more open mouthed kiss over the sweet skin that is already turning a deeper red and tomorrow will be purple.

“You know I'm yours right?”

“I know.” You say placing one last peck on the high part of his inner thigh.

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulls his boxers up, lifts you up easily from the floor and rests you against his chest sitting you on his lap. He grabs at your hand that goes straight to his lips, he puts your fingers in his mouth and sucks deeply, the ones you just used to get off and are still wet with your release, he is so greedy even in this situation it makes you blush more than anything of what you just did. He rest his forehead against yours, more so you have something to lean on that anything, he holds you there with one of his hands at your back rubbing soothing circles while you come down to earth, to him. After long languid minutes when he sees your breathing is steady he lifts up your chin to clean you up. He grabs tissues from somewhere near and gently wipes aways at you lips, whatever of his release you couldn’t swallow quick enough. Your lips look so tender, almost raw, he worries he hurt you, looks conflicted, this was all so hot but he would never want to hurt you but you stop his train of thought kissing gently at the corner of his lips, like you are telling him you are fine.

Up close like this he can smell faintly the scent of his body wash on you, he likes this kind of thing, knowing you are his in the small details, even when he is gone. When he looks even closer he can see faint dark circles under your eyes decorating your pretty face, he holds your cheeks on his hands and caresses softy.

“They are overworking you at that place.” He says worry very present in his tone.

You shrug slightly “Yeah probably, I could say the same about you” You reach a hand up and caress under his eyes the same dark circles as yours. Your voice sounds rough.

“You should come with me, become my new assistant stylist or makeup artists, whatever you want or do nothing at all,”

You play with the hair at his nape amused and scrunch your nose before answering “I don’t know, what benefits do you offer? Is the salary even competitive?” You crook your neck playfully to the side like you are really considering it.

He lifts you up from the couch with him and his hands move to button your jeans while he answers. “Yeah very competitive.” You help him fix his skirt in place too, you hope he wears it often and this is not a one off thing.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You shake your head and look up at him. "You will just use me as a bed warmer, and you don’t even have HR!” You say faking a horrified face, he burst out laughing while he starts to caress at your sides.

“You are so weird.” He smiles fondly at you and places a sweet kiss on your lips. He is never scared of kissing your after you have him in your mouth it is weirdly enough like he chases it, like he likes proof that you really had him there, that you are really his.

“I like the skirt by the way.” You say playing with the thick fabric, he passes you another tissue, you wipe at the tears still on your skin and blow out your nose, he finds you adorable even after all the filth you just did. “It is sexy, gives easy access.” You wink at him he could almost blush if his face wasn’t already so red from your antics.

“Lets go get you something to eat” He grabs at your hand softly pulling you to the door.

“Oh yes please, I’m starving!”

“Yeah I could tell.” He smiles down at you, pride dripping form his tone.

At home he will fuck you to sleep make you cum until you are exhausted to even argue and force you to take the day off and stay in bed all day in his embrace recharging and you won’t even complain because there is secretly no better place than between his arms and for him there is no better place than wherever you are.

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r--kt · 11 months ago

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Where actually was this betrayal line for Obito that Kakashi had crossed?

about the whole "anyone got Kakashi, but not Obito" thing that @komihoyinsblog said. I remembered where the culmination of this theme was. no, like, this whole topic is real!

let's talk about the scene after when Jubito was defeated. here I will analyse kkobkk relationships and Obito's arc specifically.

contents | context · meaning of the scene · where's a mistake and where's a betrayal

CH. 655

Context

during the battle with the shinobi alliance, Obito came face to face with a deeply repressed desire for another life, which he did not realize due to his position as the only one who can fulfill the tsukuyomi plan. the battle itself as well as the conversation with Naruto reminds Obito of the aspirations and values dear to him that he had to sacrifice. all this has noticeably hit Obito and now he is disarmed and stripped of his armor, which is metaphorically reflected in his half-naked body (and cuz fans love men's boobs).

CH. 652. god, look how happy he is, I'm sobbing. love the way he never regrets about his scars, they're with him even in his imagination, that's a reminder of his core values.

structurally, in Obito's arc, this scene is the Collapse point and the end of the second act. here, the previous methods (the tsukuyomi plan) have shown their inconsistency, and the goal (peace for everyone and for him, too) has not been achieved, and he must find a new way to achieve this goal. at the beginning of the scene, he is confused, defeated and not ready to face the consequences.

why isn't he ready? he's lying there, seemingly resigned. yeah, not exactly. here, he accepted the impending death, and it's even not bad to die by Kakashi's hand to some extent. another question is, is he ready to talk to him, is he ready to accept the defeat and find the strength to continue the journey?

Meaning of the scene

once again, it is important that the battle with the alliance and the conversation with Naruto influenced Obito, but did not convince him. it was Kakashi who did it.

in fact, this conversation with Kakashi is a crucial reason for Obito to return to his ideals. before that, he was in doubt (the second act is a reflection of the character, as if hesitating from one side to the other), and after that he takes the side of the alliance. what did Kakashi say that made Obito come back?

three questions Obito is asking.

how can you be sure that Naruto won't fail on his way, unlike me? [pic 2, above]

why are you so attached to Naruto, what's the difference between him and me? [pic below]

why are you willing to help him (and not me)? [pic below]

they don't talk about different paths here. Kakashi emphasizes that Obito's path is not exactly wrong, so that's not the deal. it's about Obito and Naruto as people, and, more, about Kakashi's opinion on Obito.

finding out why he is not the one whose path Kakashi is ready to defend is essential for Obito. he wants to understand why Naruto (aka Obito's previous self, too) is closer to him, why Kakashi does not support the actual one for whom he grieved so much. why, even recognizing the possible correctness of tsukuyomi, Kakashi refuses to support Obito in this, prefers to go the same way. and also look at how damn emotional he is at this moment, his feelings go from anger to anxiety in a couple of frames. that's what happened when the central conflict "I'm never good enough to be loved" is raised.

Obito's questions are a subconscious appeal to Kakashi — "why don't you choose me? I could make you happy. what's wrong with me again?!" he thinks that the reason Kakashi doesn't take his side is not because of the correctness of his path, but because of Obito himself. subconsciously, he thinks that it's because of Kakashi's personal dislike of this "new" Obito, and he is very afraid of this might be true. just look at his face at the bottom of the page, he's really worried about hearing Kakashi's answer. oh, and it's actually the same meaning as "I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I'm different" [ Jinx's quote from Arcane, yes, I like to compare these two sometimes ].

what Kakashi says in this situation means "let me help you." Kakashi said he would be ready to help Obito if he let him in, if he allowed him. this is literally the only condition (which is important to mention here) under which Obito did not pass, because of his desire to reject Kakashi's help, believing that he must put his life on tsukuyomi plan and cut off all ties. but this does not mean that he wanted Kakashi to cut off this tie in return.

Obito was an individualist, and he only scoffed or got angry at Kakashi's offer to help/sympathize. now they're in a situation when Obito finally hear that Kakashi said "you've made mistakes, but that's okay. I can be with you, if you need me to, and I'm okay with you continuing your life and reaching peace. I accept you and I believe in you." and I want you to appreciate that this is the tipping point of Obito's arc.

so, that's why Obito changes his way of acting. Kakashi shows that he accepts Obito the way he is, and thus significantly reduces Obito's need to prove his worth through his own hardships and overcoming difficulties. yes, Kakashi had already said similar things before, and it didn't work, but here this line is resolved precisely because of this deep conversation they had.

Where's a mistake and where's a betrayal

oh, maybe Rin's death was a thing Obito considered a betrayal from Kakashi's part? everything's much less trivial. would he offer to help Kakashi if he thought he was a traitor? and well, he offered.

CH. 630

no, look at his face on the bottom right, why would you say that with such a gentle face to someone you consider a traitor? what is it, a genuine smile? so something happened besides that.

the betrayal was that Kakashi preferred his other ties to the connection with Obito. here, betrayal is not about killing Rin, and not about breaking a promise — all these are mistakes that Obito is able to forgive.

all the moments when Obito says something like "you had the opportunity to kill me, but you didn't do it", "you can't deal with me because of guilt?", "still blaming yourself for the broken promises?" - all this is an attempt to increase his own value, to show the importance of Obito for Kakashi. and it's also a projection. Obito says, "you had so many opportunities to kill me, but you..." although he does the same. like, why would he leave Kakashi alive after the kamui battle? intentionally inflict a non-fatal wound on him and leave him in a dimension that only he and Obito have access to? "I don't care if he's alive or dead," but at every opportunity he chose the option "alive", even if it's less profitable for him. my baby loves to deceive himself so much.

all this time, Obito believed that he was striving for their common dream, and therefore the condemnation from Kakashi (there should be a couple more frames from the manga) feels like the most painful blow for him, especially when Kakashi says that Rin would not want it either. before that, Obito had compared himself and Kakashi a couple of times, put them on an equal footing, and after being rejected by him, that's where Obito feels really lonely.

the point of no return was precisely the fact that Kakashi shows with his own words that he does not accept the current Obito and everything he's been striving for years. all this, taken together, he considered a betrayal, as if he's not enough, as if he fucked everything up again.

therefore, their conflict is resolved by the acceptance of one person by another, this is in fact exactly what Obito's heart wanted — to hear that he could be accepted after all that had happened. the same thing happened after his death, when he finally met Rin, by the way.

hope the text is not that messy. oh, and! that kkob video I've made with mitski's song. this fits the topic so well. love these guys

#obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #naruto shippuden #naruto #kakaobi #obikaka #team minato #kakashi #obito

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The night starts off like it usually does; with a text

It's the typical "you up" kind of message, and it's loaded with so much stereotypical fuckboy intention that, in any other context, it'd have you rolling your eyes

But it's not just any other context; it's BEN

You don't even have to turn the idea over in your head to know that you'll be going

You tug your shirt up over your chest to reveal your bra—a decently comfortable lacy white thing with no underwire—and snap a pic to send to him

He hearts it almost immediately, and his response is fast enough to make you wonder if he's not in your phone right now, doing god-knows-what he usually does when he's haunting tech

The three bubbles pop up, disappear, then pop back up again

It brings an involuntary smile to your face, like those kind of dumb, lovestruck smiles people get when they're hopelessly head-over-heels for someone

The realization, though it isn't the first time it comes to mind, is enough to sober you

You text him that you'll meet him in his room in 30 after you shower, and then you toss your phone onto your bed and leave without waiting for his reply

You take your time in the shower

You stand there, basking in the hot water thrumming against your skin, until the room's thick with steam

Your thoughts keep falling into the same loop; you think about your feelings for BEN, you think about the agreement you had when you first started sleeping with him, you think about the time you've spent with him since having that agreement, and you think about what he might think of the whole thing

And then that loop restarts over and over again

Even when you step out and dry yourself, you're still thinking about it

There's no answer to the mess, it seems, no solution to the hole you keep digging yourself deeper and deeper into

And that’s what bothers you the most about it

You fix your hair up, put on whatever scandalous bits of lingerie look nice, and then you're making your way out the hallway and to his room

You knock on his door using your usual code, and then you let yourself in and firmly click the lock shut behind you

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room, but as soon as they do, you see him

He's lying back, one hand behind his head while the other lazily strokes over the bulge pressing up against his boxers

He's in nothing but his underwear, and the sight of his bare skin is just as alluring as ever

That sardonic smile you've come to adore slowly finds its way to his face as he looks up at you

He tilts his head to the side, his pointed ears twitching, and with a hum, he speaks

"I was gonna return the favour," he grins, "but you threw it away too quickly"

You feel his eyes track your every move as you walk up to him

And when you're standing right in front of his bed, you undo the knot of your night robe, and the fabric parts to reveal your own underwear

"Threw what away?" you ask, though it seems he's in no rush to answer you as he takes in everything you've just revealed to him

He fists the shape of his cock through his boxers, and you watch as it twitches in his hold, and he juts his hips forwards as it does, like he can't control the movement

It reminds you of the way he pushes himself deeper into you when he's cuming, and the memory has you squeezing your thighs together as something molten stirs in your core

"Your phone," he eventually answers, his eyes slipping over the curve of your tits before finally resting on your face

"I was gonna give you a sneak peak too, you know," he teases

"That so?"

You get on the bed, straddle him so that his bulge is right between your thighs, and slowly rock your hips down against him

He hisses—the sound low and needy and entirely too addictive—and throws his head back as his hips wriggle up to meet you halfway

You have to mention it, you think

You can't keep pretending it's not happening

You can't keep lying to yourself, lying to him

You need to confess—and let whatever happens happen

You open your mouth, the words just at the tip of your tongue

But right as it's about to spill out, his hands find their way to your bare skin, and it seems all you can do is suck in a breath through your teeth as electricity dances from his fingertips and up your spine

You arch up, yielding to his silent command, and all you can think about is how you need him inside of you

You need him to satiate you

He purrs—and you swear the bastard knows the effect it has on you, judging by the glint of mischief in his eyes

And when he tells you to take your bra off, you give in without a second thought

He runs his hands up to your chest like second nature, like it’s where his hands belong

When he thumbs at your nipples, you breathe out a sigh and roll your hips over his bulge

You feel him—hard and eager against you—and it has you clenching around nothing

All you can think about is more

He hums in approval, his gaze fixed on your tits while he greedily gropes and squeezes at your flesh

You return the favour by indulging in the feeling of his skin beneath you

You trace from his chest, down his torso and abdomen, until you eventually reach his pelvis

His skin is soft, but it isn’t warm like a normal living body

And something about that, something about how different he is, how special—it has you digging your nails into him and scratching possessive red lines into his skin

He groans, head falling back to reveal his neck, and you take the chance to lean in and bite at his throat

He chokes out a moan, his hands flying down to your hips like he’s trying to grasp onto something to steady himself

“(Y/n)—“ he practically hisses your name, and when his thumb digs harder into your pelvis, you whine and jerk on top of him

But you don’t let it distract you from littering his neck with marks

You savour the taste of his skin, licking and sucking and biting him—hard—because it feels like one of the only ways you can alleviate your longing for him

And it’s only when his thumb ghosts over your clit above your panties that you finally relent

You pull back to admire your work; he’s flushed and panting, his neck bright red, and he has that look in his eyes that you know means he’s getting impatient

Good, you think

But it’s like he knows you’re getting cocky and he doesn’t like the control you have, so in retaliation, he sends mini shocks up through your clit

Your body seizes with the feeling, back arching up again, and with his free hand, he returns to lather your tits with more attention

You squirm on top of him, and it has his cock grinding between your puffy folds through your underwear

“You want my dick, baby?”

He has this grin on his face as he says it, because both of you know he’s just asking to hear you beg for it

And you do want it—and you want so much more than just his dick, too

So it doesn’t bother you to beg

It doesn’t bother you to bounce on him so that your tits jiggle from the motion, and it doesn’t bother you to beg and stick your tongue out like a desperate little slut for him—just the way he likes it

His cock twitches in reaction at the sight of you, and when he pushes your underwear to the side and strokes his fingers up and down your dripping slit, you shudder

He sinks his middle finger between your swollen folds, curls it up, then adds his ring finger

It’s bliss

You grind down to meet him for every thrust, and every time he curls his finger, your body sings for more

You ride his fingers, hands touching anywhere and everywhere they can reach, searching for more—always more

You arch your back again and bring his free hand to your chest, and he rewards you by thumbing at your clit

It has your arousal gushing out with some indignant whimper

As he’s slowly pumping in and out of you, watching your every reaction, your every little moan and gasp and shudder, the hand at your tits moves down to find its way to his dick

“I want it,” you breathe, “let me have it”

Let me have you, you think, but you don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to ruin the moment

“Then sit on it,” he groans

He pulls his fingers out, and you immediately miss the contact, but the disappointment is dulled by the sight of him finally exposed

You bite back a moan as you wrap your hand around the base of him

He twitches again, precum beading up his tip, and you have to resist lapping it up while he watches

Instead, you line him up and ever so slowly sink down onto him

You savour it—savour every inch of him spreading you open, stretching you out and grinding right where you need him

He watches you with lidded eyes, and when he has your attention, he makes sure you see the way he sucks on his two fingers that were previously buried in your cunt

You squeeze him involuntarily, and he groans with a smile

“B-BEN, I—“

Your confession threatens to overwhelm you

It threatens to bubble out your throat and past your lips, because it’s like having him inside of you like this makes the longing all the more unbearable

But then he pushes his hips up, and it has his dick nudging up against something so deep inside of you that your toes curl and your cunt squelching around him

So all that escapes is a whimper and a moan, and you’re back to moving your hips up and down to ride him

The slightest movement has your body burning for more

He’s throbbing inside you, and every time he thrusts up into you, you clench around him and waves of slick make a mess between the both of you

Your thoughts turn to mush as your brain’s overridden by the feeling of him

Up and down, you bounce on him, driving him harder, faster, deeper inside of you with every thrust

And when he brings his hands around your hips to guide you, to help you fuck yourself along his length, it has you mewling for more

Over and over again, you drive yourself up and down

And every time you tighten around him, he jerks inside of you and tiny shocks course up your body

The familiar rush of pressure builds, your body screaming for more

And every time you move, your arousal sticks between your thighs and his, and it leaves a ring of your slick at the base of his cock

But all of it just makes it easier to ride him, to use him until you’re both panting and you’re steadily losing your grasp on the pace you’d set

“F-fuck—atta girl~ So fucking good for me~”

The way he praises you between moans coaxes you to keep going faster

His hands keep flitting between your hips and your tits, like he doesn’t know which to choose

But he eventually settles on your hips and keeps his gaze on your face, on your lips as you bite them back to stop yourself from screaming his name out

“You close, baby? C’mon, be a good girl for me. Be a good girl and cum all over me”

His praise threatens to push you over the edge

You dig more possessive marks into him, fingers clutching him tight for all he’s worth, and his eyes roll back and his hips push up into you at the feeling

You moan his name like a wordless plea for him to cum inside you

You want him to fill you, want him to claim you

Your cunt sucks him in, tight and wet and all-too inviting, and he hissed at the feeling as he flexes his hips as deep into you as possible

Your name escapes him, and the sound of it resonates within you, and if it weren’t for your orgasm taking the breath from your lungs, you’re not entirely certain you’d be able to stop yourself from confessing right then and there as you cum around him

Everything inside your body tenses, and then all at once, your high hits you, and next thing you know, you’re lurching forward and shaking and crying out for him

He presses you closer into him, but his hips never once relent as he chases his own high

Your nails dig into his hair, pulling it back so that you can bite into his neck again

And it’s like that’s all it takes for him to get over the edge as well

He fucks himself as deep as he can possibly reach, and then his cock stiffens and twitches, and you feel him spill the entirety of himself inside you

It feels so, so fucking good

Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack to release a pathetic moan against his skin

He doesn’t stop grinding up into you until he’s completely spent, and even once he stills, you don’t move off of him

You’re panting against him, sweaty body on sweaty body, and his hands are stroking up and down your back, his cock still twitching occasionally as you squeeze him involuntarily every now and then

You don’t want to move off of him, but you know you can’t stay linked forever

So you reluctantly get off, and lie down next to him

He grins and pulls you close to his chest

If you close your eyes, you can pretend it’s an act of love, of devotion, but you know it’s just the result of the after-bliss making him seek the comfort of another body

Your confession finally dies on your tongue as you realize you shouldn’t say it—not right now, anyways

Next time, you finally settle, your body feeling at peace, there’s always next time

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #crp #Ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #Ben drowned x reader smut

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