#they even reposted the cover i'm not the only one thinking it HAH

[crehador]

one thing that fascinates me about the high school au is ultimately it's all what rosho thinks would happen. like whatever dumb shit samaichi is ultimately revealed to be fighting about will be what rosho thinks they would fight about. i hope it's the most ludicrous thing i hope we see rosho subconsciously thinking they're complete idiots

also the fact that ichiro jiro and saburo are only each a year apart here is obvs to make them fit into the same high school but imagine if rosho just. irl didn't know how old they were actually. just a bunch of kid-aged kids to him (idk if it's funnier that rei never mentioned it or that he did and rosho forgor)

i mean of course ultimately it could all be revealed to be gentaro fic in the end (including the hypnosis) but if taken at face value. i'm just really entertained by how this whole au is potentially how rosho perceives the animals around him lmao

ETA: IT WAS ICHIRO ALL ALONG LMAOOOOOOOOO

[kolyubov]

✧ pairing. Fyodor x gn!reader

✧ contents. nsfw, dub-con?, manhandling, not proofread, Fedya calls you "dear" "darling" and "gorgeous".

✧ author's note. I'm trying to write again and I think I'm in writer's block 😣 btw I feel like this is the nastiest drabble I ever wrote,,, *runs away*

Seeing you on your knees, cheeks painted with a red hue and teary eyes send a tingling sensation down Fyodor's stomach, making his cock throb against your tongue. He was close; the two of you knew that.

“My god… Darling, you have no idea how pretty you look like this…” One large hand grabbed a handful of your hair, slowly pulling you away from his cock, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips with his flushed tip “Hah… so gorgeous.” He slides a finger down your chin, tilting your head up to look straight at his purple eyes.

The faint light of the moonlight escaping through the curtains illuminates his features, letting you see the satisfied and lewd expression that feels odd on him. The usual stoic face he has most of the time is now being replaced with one of pure and absolute pleasure that only you have the chance to marvel at.

All the stress seems to vanish from him during these moments even if he is aware of how he's gradually falling deeper into this depravity, only to get a small moment of physical satisfaction.

With his free hand, Fyodor squeezes his shaft; pre-cum escapes from the slit and it stains your puffy lips, “Would you let me use that pretty mouth of yours, honey?”

Oh, how could you deny when he's using such a loving voice?

You nod, parting your lips as your eyes remain focused on his, obediently waiting for what's to come— The same hand that is still grabbing the back of your head suddenly forces you down, making you gag around his length. The tip of your nose nudging against the faint dark happy trail.

With your nails digging into his thighs, you can feel them tense as broken moans escape from his lips, but he's quick to cover them with the back of his hand.

It's difficult for you to move your tongue and even more difficult to breathe— Yet Fyodor seems to be enjoying the way you try to pull away, leaving you unable to breathe for a few seconds before pushing your head back, finally allowing air to fill your lungs again.

“My apologies.” He scoffed.

His thumb slides over your lower lip, forcing your mouth open and your tongue out, “Open wide, dear, take responsibility for what you do to me.”

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[kdj-225]

Hello!! Was wondering if you could write something with KDJ and the ladies of KDJC? 🥺 something like what the ladies think about KDJ, and how they practically adopted him unlike how they treat the other men of KDJC XD or just the way they interact with one another in general! Sorry about the long ask 🙇🏻‍♀️

[I'm not sure if this still fits your prompt, but I did my best!! 😂😭 I hope you like it, even if it's just a little bit!💖 ]

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Dokja gets invited by the rest of his company to outings and meetings so often after his recuperation post-awakening, he doesn’t put much mind to it when Sangah says he’s invited to a private session for god knows what.

It’s probably just them trying to assure themselves of his presence, as unbelievable as that idea sounds. The very concept that he’s so loved that people would rather relive a whole decade (and maybe some millennia) than to let him go is a lot to take in, and it’s insane. It’s really, really insane.

It’s insane, but it’s the truth they keep pushing onto him, so who is he to call them liars?

All that being said…

He’s still unsure on what the session is for and why it’s being held at night, but he trusts Sangah to not lead him astray. That’s why, for all his hesitation, he still comes to the meeting place as promised.

To the closed door, he knocks twice.

Knock knock.

Slightly muffled through the wall, he hears, “Come in, Dokja-ssi!”

When he opens the door, it’s to the sight of his…friends? Family? Sitting in various positions on the mattress-covered floor. There’s Yoo Sangah, sitting neatly as always; Han Sooyoung, with crossed legs as she sucks on a lollipop; Jung Heewon, sitting back against the wall as she fiddles with a pack of face masks; Lee Seolhwa, sitting under folded legs as she passes over packs of face masks to the others; Jang Hayoung, lying on her side as she accepts a pack; Shin Yoosung, lying on her stomach with her feet kicking up in the air; Lee Jihye, sitting with her knees tucked up under her chin; Yoo Mia, lying on her back with her legs folded; and Biyoo, who’s in her human form as she lies flat on her back.

…hm? Isn’t there something odd about this selection of people?

“Close the door behind you,” Sooyoung orders. He does as asked, even if he does make a face at her attitude. Shamelessly, she adds, “C’mon and lie down already, hey.”

He gives her a look. She smirks back at him, not seeming to see anything wrong with how she’s ordering him around. 

Well, she’s just like that, isn’t she?

He sighs. As he steps onto one mattress with sock-clad feet, he asks, “Isn’t there anyone else coming?”

“Hm? No, you were the only one we were waiting for,” Heewon says. She’s not even looking at him as she tears into the pack in her hands. “Ah, this is really sticky…ugh.”

He’d have frozen if he weren’t already in the middle of dropping himself into a seated position by Biyoo’s side. “What, so I’m the only man here? Isn’t this strange?”

“What’s strange about it, Dokja-ssi? You’re the only one who appreciates facial care,” Seolhwa says, smiling as she hands over a pack to him. He accepts it gratefully, even if he can’t tell just what expression he’s making at his confusion over this entire situation.

“Not even Yoo Joonghyuk?”

“Hah?” Sooyoung scoffs. “That bastard would sooner die than do something like this.”

“His sister’s right here…”

“Oppa doesn’t really do this kind of stuff,” Mia says, blinking innocent eyes up at him. “He’ll do it if I ask, probably, but…anyway, oppa’s not fit for this kind of sleepover.”

“Sleepover? I thought we were going to have a meeting, or something.”

“It’s a meeting in some way,” Sangah says. The smile on her lips makes Dokja think that she’s teasing him, making him narrow his gaze on her in suspicion. “But really, Dokja-ssi, we’re just here to relax and talk a bit. Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t much of a talker, is he?”

“I guess not,” he agrees with some uncertainty. Even so, wasn’t there Lee Hyunsung? Maybe not Gong Pildu, but…

Ah, whatever.

He rips through the package, and deftly unfolds the face mask sitting inside. As he carefully settles the mask on his face, he asks, “What did you want to talk about, then?”

“How are things going with you and Joonghyuk-ssi?”

Mia, who’d been passively lying down since earlier, eagerly turns over onto her stomach to direct her shiny-eyed gaze toward him. What? She’s with her brother often enough, wouldn’t he say somethi—

Oh. Probably not, huh.

“Well enough,” he says, smoothing down the sides of the mask at his temples, his cheeks. “He’s a mother hen still. I worry for his future wife if he’s going to be like this.”

“Ah, so no progress,” Sooyoung says. She already has a face mask on when he turns to look at her, though Sangah is the one helping in smoothing down the folded edges. The two of them getting closer in his absence is something to get used to, but it’s not so bad. It’s a bit bittersweet that he missed how their relationship developed into what it is, but, well…at least he’s here now.

“What other progress is supposed to happen?” he asks.

“Marriage?”

He blinks. “So quickly? He said he isn’t dating anyone, though? Or was that—”

“I’m talking about the two of you.”

“...ah.” He huffs out a breath. Again with these jokes? He’s sure it must look odd to an outsider that he and Joonghyuk could sacrifice so much for each other, but that doesn’t necessarily have to translate into romantic love. He’s sure these people know that best, considering what they’ve all done for each other.

He doesn’t even know what romantic love is like, nor is he interested in figuring it out.

“It’s not like that,” he says, smiling wryly as he pats down the mask on his face. His smile turns more genuine when Biyoo reaches up and stretches it out for him, her sweet smile warming him down to his core. To think that this child is his own, in a way. His very own family that he chose, who chose him back.

Wasn’t that the same case for everyone else here?

“It might not be,” Sangah agrees, smiling serenely as she lets Sooyoung assist her in patting down the mask on her face. “But, I don’t think Joonghyuk-ssi will be looking for a wife anytime soon, or in the future?”

“How can you be so sure?”

“He’s already spent enough millennia living life, Dokja-ssi. Having family,” Sangah says, voice soft as her gaze flits from Sooyoung to him, “it’s something he already has right here.”

That’s…true. Even Joonghyuk of the 0th turn had been satisfied as he was, and he’d chosen to come back regardless.

Because of curiosity? Because he wanted to know what was beyond the wall?

Because they were just meant to meet, no matter how Dokja felt about it?

“He’s a fool,” he sighs.

“For you, yes,” Seolhwa agrees. Her ease in saying it makes him cough, surprised as he is that she’d say something like that so bluntly. “You must have read it, right? Even something as simple as a moisturizing skill made him irritated, just because it had something to do with you.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing, or..?”

“He cares about you,” Seolhwa says, smiling at him. “Enough that he felt irritated, because he couldn’t understand why he felt that way. Because you confused him then, Dokja-ssi.”

“...can we talk about something else now?”

“How does it feel, knowing that master would regress and stop regressing just for you, ahjussi?”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again, then closes it again. To Jihye, he says weakly, “Next question.”

“What, that’s so boring! We want to hear your perspective on it instead of having to go through a book for it!”

“Still—”

“How does it feel, knowing that you’re undeniably loved, Kim Dokja?”

The room quiets at that question. It’s heavy all of a sudden, like there’s a weight on his entire body that has him falling still outside of his own volition.

Hayoung is blushing when she says it, but her determined gaze doesn’t waver despite this. It’s not a question he would’ve expected from her, or from anyone at all. And because he doesn’t expect it, he finds himself unable to answer for a moment.

He looks down at his lap, where Biyoo has settled her head to rest as she wears her own face mask. He looks up when he sees someone scooting over toward him, and smiles when he finds that it’s Yoosung. Taller now, a little more mature from when he last left her, yet still just as adorable when she leans into his side.

These people love him.

He loves them just the same. Maybe more than that, even. Enough that he’d change the world for them…but then, they’d done the exact same thing too, hadn’t they?

After a shaky inhale, he says,

“It feels warm.”