#verse × hope's peak

[aprito]

sos fam...they are so important to me actually...

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed starter for @caramialunaestelle!

She had lasted two days after returning to Hope's Peak Academy before emerging from her dormitory. The summer holiday was approaching quickly, though the weather seemed to indicate it had already arrived (despite their workload saying otherwise). Sonia knew that many of her classmates were likely preparing for their exams prior to the start of the month-long break from school, and while she hated to bother any of them, she didn't feel as if she had much of a choice.

The only option available to her, really, was skittering through the hallways when they were as empty as she could manage for them. Often, she didn't mind stopping to converse with her classmates and peers but this was a delicate situation. Quite literally, from the way her skin stung.

Though it felt positively gentle in comparison to her pride and self-esteem, which now ached due to her current state. Sonia was torn between feeling hideous and feeling foolish, and she didn't quite trust anyone to see her at present save for, she supposed, someone she felt could help and wouldn't tease her for how she now looked. It had taken effort to dash through the hallways mostly unseen, only to arrive at the door to Mikan's lab on the main building's third floor. With a deep breath of resignation, Sonia raised her knuckles to the door and knocked.

"M-Mikan-san..." She began, her voice feeble but hopefully loud enough for her classmate to hear. "Are you in, and would you be willing to have a look at me? I am in quite an uncomfortable state...everything is just so itchy after returning from the countryside."

She'd worn a shorter sundress just to show how badly she'd taken to the early summer days in Japan. She'd visited one of the rural, warmer areas of the country, even warmer than Towa City, and while the visit had gone well in representing her father and her country's interests, it had gone poorly on a personal level. Sonia had been eaten alive by the mosquitoes, with her arms, shoulders, legs, and hands now dotted with pink and red bug bites. It was impossible not to scratch them for even a little bit of relief, much to Sonia's own shame and embarrassment.

"I believe the insects here...they must show more attraction to me than the insects at home. And none of the ointments I have are working," She continued to babble on to the closed door, hoping no one else was around to see her in such a humiliating state. With so many bites, she nearly resembled a case of chicken pox.

[hypocriticaltalkingseal]

It's wild watching Orpheus (KAOS) be the way that he is while having Talk Hozier playing full volume in my head because my brain cannot not play it whenever Orpheus and/or Riddy are on screen

[clippedwingsmuses]

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since she came to hope's peak academy, emi's main priority has been keeping the library organized and keeping herself well read. for the most part, all of her time has been spent within the library itself. the only times she wasn't stuck between bookshelves was when she was first arriving at the school, going to lunch, or going home. not many people could say they've seen her wander the school outside of those times. hell, not many can even say that they've ever seen her leave at all.

to say she was reclusive would be an understatement. a girl averse to friendship and being in the presence of her fellow ultimates, so much so that the concept of 'companionship' is alien to her. she doesn't feel like she needs it with her profession. her job doesn't tell her to make friends. but, fate does work in mysterious ways for those who want things a way things can't be.

today is a day where fate wills itself to change for her. her day has been like any other so far, spending her time reorganizing the books on the shelves. it's one of the few things that she enjoys doing. unfortunately for her, it doesn't seem like luck is on her side today.

this shelf was organized in the wrong order. and one of these books doesn't even belong here! and this book was put in backwards... this sort of pattern has come and go all day. an hour passes, and nothing goes wrong with her organization. in the next hour, she finds herself tripping over a stack of books and creasing the pages with the awkward way they fell.

in comparison to her usual calm disposition, her hands are shaky as she grabs the creased books from the floor, and moves the unaffected books onto the empty shelf below. with the ruined books in hand, she approaches one of the library tables and sets them down. she sighs despondently as she settles into a seat and tries desperately to flatten the creases in the page, lest the actual librarian find out how unlucky she's been all day.

[ultfan]

@ahogedetective sent in a prompt: ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ( HELO.... )

                     how clumsy of him — is what he would say if it was unintentional. komaeda had a habit of setting up scenarios to challenge the students of hope's peak. for them to face adversity and overcome it was the only way that they could grow as symbols of hope — that's how he saw it.

he had been planning on leaving an elaborate trail of clues across the school... and maybe find a good incentive to investigate... but it looks like he was caught before the plan could come to fruition. he shouldn't have expected any less from the super high school level detective (yes, he did look him up before he came to the school).

                     ‶  you noticed that? wow, nobody ever notices me! thank you!  ″ a bright smile appears on the lucky student's face, reaching out to grab the small notebook. he kind of hopes the other hadn't peaked inside — it would look a little suspicious. especially given there wasn't any context for it right now. he'll probably need to do something else now...

[despaircrown]

"I'm supposed to, aren't I?" with Mikan

RANDOM INBOX STARTERS } always accepting

    Mikan always seemed to put herself out. Anyone could see that the Ultimate Nurse had low self-esteem, and it didn’t take one with a monarch-level education to see. It was then that the princess felt pity. “Halt – I do not wish for you to extend yourself. Sometimes it is okay to do what you want – not what you think you are supposed to.” There was hypocrisy in Sonia’s words. For she as well, was tethered to duty – to the title of Ultimate Princess.  

@feralfuckingwolf ( Mikan )

[breakthroughtheconfusion]

Continued from here:

@bxbygxngstx

Meanwhile, Chiaki looked absolutely mortified by what had just happened. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" The gamer desperately tried to explain her actions, feeling herself dying on the inside. "I swear, I didn't mean to do that! I was just trying to offer you a cookie, b-but I tripped and... well... that happened..."

Chiaki felt her cheeks flush pink with embarassment. She wasn't usually this clumsy, she normally managed to catch herself when she tripped, but she was drowsy from staying up all night playing video games, and hadn't been able to react quickly enough to keep herself from falling.

[suresaint]

Symbolism and Customs in Temeria (PART 1)

In Temeria, as well as most other Northern kingdoms, gestures, clothing, and weapons are the transmitters of meanings, "signs" as defined by Augustine: "A sign is something which, in addition to its perceptibility to the senses, suggests another understanding derived from its own nature." That everything has, or could have, so much hidden meaning was not only the opinion of symbolically oriented theologians but also of their secular contemporaries. So in the area of human relations it was natural to allow symbols to speak: someone who knew how to interpret and employ them possessed a kind of education.

Zelda would have grasped this particular skill fairly early on in her life at court, being that she was surrounded by it. Gestures and objects were bound up together, a fact which allowed for a closer determination of the intention. Recognising its importance, and aware that there were many eyes analysing her every move, Zelda employed its uses in all public appearances, from what she wore to her conduct. This greatly appealed not just to the elite but to the laity, whose everyday lives were controlled by these unwritten "customs". She is not the only ruler to make use of symbols for monarchical propaganda, but arguably the best at utilising it.

One such widespread belief was that the position of "king" (or "queen") was divinely given, and that they represented the God, or Gods, in corporeal form: the Divine Right of Kings. Zelda's own personal beliefs on this is complicated, and oftentimes convoluted, but recognising the symbolic significance it held with the Clergy, the Courtly Sphere, and the "simple folk", her private thoughts were kept secret. She expressed her doubts in a pocket sized and plain-faced journal, which never left her side; in the wrong hands, the diary could not just (perhaps irreparably) damage her reputation, but weaken the foundations of the entire Temerian kingdom-- so closely bound is Kingship with Divinity. 

People were accustomed to believing what was shown them and what they heard; only rarely were they conscious of a rift between reality and appearance. Alongside Zelda’s efforts to achieve an almost fantastical reputation as monarch of Temeria, in an era that was later deemed The Golden Ages, it cannot be ignored that the good fortune which followed directly after her coronation would have played a large part in this widespread perception too. 

And later, after her near death experience in battle, in which she receives an arrow to the eye but is rumoured to have “recovered miraculously in days” and seen “leading her men in a glorious charge against Nilfgaard”, this would have solidified her moniker as the Divinely appointed Zelda the Golden. 

[kopilot-pop]

Practice Room 18+

(Karina x Dom!Reader)

Request: makeout sesh w karina and her squirming in your lap >.<

Warning(s): MDNI, female reader, semi-public sex, wall sex, voyeurism, fingering, making out, dirty talk, begging, pet names, grinding, is this considered doggy style?, etc.

A/N: Anon hasn’t answered my question so Imma just post it. This is like.. full on sex… the request says making out but it’s kinda more than making out… Anyways hope y’all enjoy🥲

Word Count: 1,263

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“Mmf..”

Soft grunts echo throughout the room and through the one-way glass, you can see confused staff members glance towards the booth as they walk by.

You were supposed to keep Jimin company as she practices a rap verse for the next single. You were supposed to sit in the uncomfortable metal chair and not ogle at her collarbone filled with marks you left last night. You were supposed to keep your hands to yourself and not wonder how loud you can make your girlfriend scream for it to break through the sound-proof booth. Supposed to.

It’s not your fault your girlfriend decided to wear such a revealing outfit. Nope, this situation is all her fault.

“Baby..”

You can feel her soft breathing on your lips as she pushes away slightly to pant.

Jimin’s currently sitting on your lap, with her arms around your neck, and that stupid sweater falling to show her cleavage at this point.

‘God, I can’t have a bloody nose right now.’

Before you can even think straight, Jimin crashes the two of your lips together, her lips gently caressing over yours.

You slowly rise your hands to the inside of her sweater, holding onto her waist as she shifts even more closer to your body.

Your hand brushes past her soft skin, stopping right on her ribcage. You can feel her breathing hitch when your tongue decides to shove past her lips. Her arms move down to hold onto your shoulders and tightly grab onto you.

She whimpers when she feels your tongue.

You open your eyes when she pulls away once again to catch her breath. A thin string of saliva connecting the two of you.

You stare, admiring her flushed cheeks and watery eyes. When she catches you, she embarrassingly averts her gaze, but still doesn’t let you go for even a second.

“Stop…. staring..!”

She weakly smacks your shoulder.

“Ow.. It’s not my fault you look so pretty…”

Your hands on her upper-body slowly trace down as Jimin squirms.

“That tickles-!”

You smile adoringly as you finally reach the hem of her sweatpants.

“Can you stand up for me sweetheart?”

Jimin, once again embarrassed by the pet name, gives another smack as she stands up.

“Damn- Are you trying to break my shoulder?”

Even though you pout, Jimin’s well aware that you’re not even slightly affected by her hits.

You help her strip, but before she could pull off her sweater, you hold it back down.

“I wanna fuck you with this on.”

“Hm.. I thought you liked me naked.” She gives you a smirk and sits right back on your lap.

Now her pussy is directly on top of your right thigh as she nervously grabs onto your shoulders.

“Why did you have to wear jeans..”

“Probably because I didn’t expect to have you riding me inside the company building.”

Jimin - after adjusting her position - starts to grind back and forth. She’s already soaping wet, the sticky fluid completely covering your thigh as a long mark forms.

You watch as she bites her lip, clearly focused on getting her high. Her hips stutter as the material roughly stimulates her clit. But no matter how fast she moves her hips, it seems like she can’t reach her peak.

“Y/nnn… c’mon.. help m-AH?!”

The moment she slows down due to tiredness, you flex your thigh, harshly pushing it up, and making Jimin lose her balance.

You tightly grab her hips, forcing her body to move to your will.

Jimin moans when she realizes you weren’t going to holding back.

“Mmf-! Y/n… Fuck..! Oh my god-!”

“God, you’re so fucking hot like this Rina..”

“Ah! What.. I thought-ugh! I was always hot to- hngh.. to.. you…!”

“You are. Just 10 times hotter when you’re desperate like a whore for me.”

Her lips are parted, and with every sound that leaves them, you can feel your sanity become more and more loose.

Your grip is tight enough to leave a bruise, and when you glance down you can see her clit slightly red from your harsh treatment.

“S..stop staring down there..!”

You snap back to her eyes, realizing your girlfriends breaths was becoming shorter and shorter.

“I’m- ah! I’m gonna come.. Hah.. I’m gonna come Y/n/n.. Can I please come- mmmh…”

“Hold it in baby.”

“I-I can’t! Fuck-!! Baby, please… please ‘m gonna- wha-!”

You jolt up, carrying Jimin in your arms, as you slam her into to the door behind her. She weakly whines, feeling her near-orgasm die down when you push her off of your leg. But before she could utter a complain, you flip her body around, immediately shoving two of your fingers inside her hole.

“AH! What the-?”

Surprised by the sudden change in position, Karina tries to steady herself by holding onto the glass pane of the door.

“Wa-wait-! Y/n!!”

She claws at the glass, with her head falling down as her screams turn into whines when you don’t slow down even with her plea. You move your long fingers quickly causing squelching sounds to echo throughout the booth. Your other hand reaches out to grab her hair - gently pulling her back up.

“I wanna hear you scream babygirl. Look outside, I want them to know how good of a girlfriend I am.”

Karina’s eyes widen as she sees the several employees chatting directly across the booth. She knows that the two of you can’t be seen from the other side, but every time one of them even glances towards her direction, she can’t help the thrill pulsating across her body.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight.. You like that? You like the thought of them seeing you like this? Bent over, drooling as your group mate pounds you from behind? Imagine the rumors - everyone knows how much of a whore you are.”

Jimin’s legs become weaker as you whisper the filthiest words you can muster. You pinch her nipple, rolling it between your fingers, and enjoys the way her pussy pulsates with every movement you make.. You know how sensitive her breasts are, and holy shit you enjoy using that fact to your advantage.

When Jimin finally comes, the two of you are practically on the floor.

“Aaah-! Y/nnn!! I’m gonna-”

Before she can finish her sentence, her back arches intensely as you feel her walls fluttering. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she lets out the loudest scream you ever heard come out of her mouth.

‘I guess Ning has competition for main vocalist.’

You watch her fluids slowly drip onto the floor while gently pumping to help her ride out her orgasm. You finally stop when she reaches back to grab your wrist.

After pulling out, you immediately latch onto her body, hugging her from behind and peppering kisses to her face - smiling when she giggles at your antics.

As she finally stops twitching and her senses come back to her, she forces her body to turn around and clings onto you.

“Mmh… I love you.”

She’s like a koala as she tightly grips onto the opening of your jacket.

“I love you even more.”

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A few days later, the two of you walk hand-in-hand towards the building to meet up with the girls for practice.

When you enter the elevator, Jimin presses the floor button as you notice a paper attached on the wall.

“…There have been several reports of indecent acts being conducted in the 7th floor vocal practice room..”

The moment Jimin realizes what the notice meant, she loudly smacks your back.

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<3

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @mechatiqe!

"Now, take a deep breath and move into trikonasana..."

The soft, female voice that came out of Sonia's laptop computer complimented the new age-y soundtrack that otherwise filled the room. Slow and even tempos, not unfit for the likes of a luxury spa or, in her case, her daily yoga practice.

At 6:15 AM, the main school building of Hope's Peak Academy was, blissfully, deserted. Also blissfully, her chosen classroom faced east, just as she'd asked for, and so Sonia Nevermind would begin her day with the sunrise, stretching, flexibility, and centering her calm, pose, and focus to begin her school day with a clear head and unburdened soul. It was something she'd begun at home, a sort of therapy that helped her face all of the challenges and demands put upon her on a daily basis.

And while Hope's Peak decidedly offered different sorts of challenges, Sonia found it equally useful in Japan. But her dormitory room offered the wrong sort of light and view: it faced the West, not the East, and she preferred to practice her poses with the sunrise. Therefore, a request given to Miss Yukizome had secured Sonia an empty classroom each morning, so she could exercise in peace, quiet, and serenity.

Sonia did as the recording instructed, inhaling deeply before placing one foot in front of the other on her yoga mat, her stance wide, before bending at the waist towards the front leg, one hand set upon a yoga block while the other arm extended straight in the air. She turned her gaze towards the ceiling, holding the pose, breathing evenly-

Until she was interrupted by Kazuichi Soda's yelling about the size of his posterior, the boy climbing out of an open vent to come across her, still holding her triangle pose, but now infinitely more tense than she'd been when she started. The recording prompted her to move out of that pose and into uttanasana, but she ignored the class lesson plan in order to, in the following order:

1. Give a yelp of surprise.

2. Stare at him, wide-eyed, realizing that he'd caught her clad in a pale green tanktop and leggings that left little to the imagination and in a suggestive pose, her long hair in a messy, sweaty braid over her shoulder.

3. Turn a shade of pink he hopefully couldn't see in the dim light of the upcoming sunrise before straightening herself, marching over to her laptop and hitting the pause button.

"Soda-san!" She exclaimed, "What are you doing here at this hour?" Between his nervous smile, his sweating, and the fact he'd resorted to calling her 'Miss Sonia,' she could only guess that her makeup-free, perspiring self was doing something for him, and so she crossed her arms over her chest to attempt to camouflage the low neckline of her top. "No one else is here this early!"

[bxbygxngstx]

“Is the media still following you?”

@cloveredhope | "I know you from the news" Starters

"I don't fuckin' know. They better not be," he replied casually. It wasn't exactly the truth; he had gotten pretty good at telling when people were following or watching him. Being born with a target on your back will do that to a person. He just stopped trying to scare them off every time.

Despite the Kuzuryu Clan being the largest and most feared crime syndicate in Japan, most of the inner workings were unknown to the clean, day world. It would be too easy to get caught if everyone knew everything about them. So, for the longest time, only criminals knew Fuyuhiko was the Clan's heir.

But when he got invited to Hope's Peak as the Ultimate Yakuza and showed up to class, it was more than just his first day of high school. He was also officially making his daylight debut as the Kuzuryu heir. After that first day, on top of the usual media circus that tried to catch a glimpse of any Ultimate, he had more eyes than ever watching him.

"A well-aimed middle finger and promise to gut them like the fish they are usually dissuades them from further attempts."

[bandgie]

Cat and Mouse

mdni18+ | fem!reader, pussy eating, teeth use, manipulation (from both parties), fuckboy!wooyoung, cum eating (m!), semi-public oral

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You never understood why people don't like fuck boys.

Okay, that's an overstatement. You do know why. They lie, they cheat, and they make pretty little promises in hopes of getting in your pants. They think with the head between their legs and drool at the sight of new pussy. Truly, they were just men who peaked in high school. 

They're pathetic, but easy.

A game is a game, and these types of men tend to forget it's multiplayer. All you have to do is act a little clueless, pretend to be happy to see them, and their absolute favorite, be innocent. Be the perfect little prey they think you are and they'll do anything for a chance. 

It really is easy. 

It's how you managed to snag a date with Wooyoung. He had been asking for weeks since the semester started. Walking you to class, to your car, seeming like a nice boy on the outside, but you know better. You've seen the subtle winks to his friends, the predatory gaze on your body. As much as you would have loved to give it up on the first day, you want to at least have some of a good time and not fucked like a fleshlight. 

You can still picture the grin on his face, the way the mole under his eye shifted with his smile. Well, you don't have to imagine it. He's giving you like sly look now, one hand on the wheel while he's turned to you. The car's been in park for a while. Wooyoung claimed he needed a minute to sit after a nice dinner. It's been way past a minute, however, and the conversation took a bit of a sexual turn.

"I dunno," you shyly rub your hands together. "I don't think I'll be any good."

Wooyoung is patient though, more than you would have thought. "That's okay. We don't even have to do anything. I would just love to keep hanging out with you." I would love to put my dick in your pussy, is what he's really saying, but at least he's being nice about it. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with."

You nod, pretending to think about what you want to do. "It's just you're so nice and so good-looking. I don't want you to think anything bad of me." Wooyoung is already shaking his head before you can finish, "I would never think of you differently. If you're attracted to somebody, and they're attracted to you, there's nothing wrong with acting on it. But don't feel like you have to. I can talk with you just like this and feel just as happy."

Definitely a smooth talker. You can't help but think about how many hearts he's broken with those lies. "You promise?"

"Of course," but his fox smile gives it away. "You're cool. I haven't felt this comfortable on a date like this before." It's not a shock he's feeling that way. You've perfected your lines and your bashful looks to get him right where he is. The way your dress clings to your body only helps. It's short enough to imagine bending you over the hood of the car and low-cut enough for Wooyoung to keep glancing down at your chest. The dress isn't enough to scream slut! but enough for curious eyes to wander. 

"Thank you," you giggle. "I don't think anyone's told me that before." Your admission makes Wooyoung smile. A genuine look of satisfaction as if it's his heart that swells instead of his cock. He tilts his head to the side. A strand of hair falls over his forehead from the movement. He's cute, hot with his hair slicked back. It's easy to fall under his spell and if you're not careful, you might slip.

But you're well versed with men like him.

You let him lean close, you let his hand gently cup the side of your face. You're fully expecting teeth and tongue, but Wooyoung pauses just before your lips make contact. His dark eyes glance to yours, waiting. 

You nod.

The kiss is not what you were expecting from him. It's not hungry not is it demanding. It's gentle, it's sweet, and it's comfortable. You easily slide against his lips, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and bringing him closer. He tastes slightly like the meat he ordered earlier. It makes you smile into the kiss and you feel him smile back.

You're the one to pull away first. Your lips disconnect with a soft smack and you look into his eyes. "Was that okay?" His body slightly shivers, and he nods while chuckling. "Yes. That was better than okay." You laugh with him, noticing how his hand drops to the exposed part of your thigh to gently rub your skin. 

Only a second of silence passes before Wooyoung asks, "Can we do something a little more?" Then he quickly adds, "If not I totally understand." You have to bite back a smile, you've never met a fuckboy so honest yet deceiving at the same time.

"I dunno, Wooyoung," you play with his hand that's on your lap. "I think hookups are...unfair." This makes him raise an eyebrow, "Unfair? I don't think I've heard that one before. Can I ask why?"

"Like..." you pretend to think of your rehearsed words. "The girl doesn't really get to...finish. You know what I mean?" Judging from the shocked and slightly offended look on Wooyoung's face, you think you have him. "I'm not saying you can't, but I know it's a thing that guys have a hard time making the girl feel good."

Wooyoung is silent for a minute. You can't tell what he's thinking and you begin to think that maybe he took it personally. You're preparing for the worst when he lays his seat all the way down.

"What are doing?"

"Gonna prove you wrong," he simply says. "Come on, right here." Wooyoung points to his face, You narrow your eyes, unsure of what he's asking. "You want me to keep kissing you like that?"

"Nooo," he laughs and shakes his head. "Sit on it." You sputter a choked laugh. This wasn't quite what you had in mind. You thought he'd tell you that he was different, that he would flick your clit while bouncing you on his lap. Just some effort to make you cum, not have a face-sitting session. 

Not what you were expecting, but you're already eager to lift your dress. 

You play with the hem of your clothes, "Right now?" He nods, licking his lips. "Yep. It's already late and hardly anyone knows this place. I got tinted windows too. You don't have to worry too much, pretty." 

Shit, he's good. He took you to a low-key place, paid for dinner, kissed you almost passionately, and gave you an offer you couldn't refuse. Perhaps this mouse has more tricks than you bargained for.

"O-okay," you try to keep your innocent façade. "Just, let me know if you can't breathe." Wooyoung lets out a last laugh and helps you crawl to him. It's difficult to not step on his limbs, but you manage to hobble over his shoulders. One knee is bent on the headrest just next to his head. Your other knee is planted on the backseat, keeping you hovering above Wooyoung's face. You've perched your arms on the headrest of the back seat, facing the rear window and arching your back. 

It's not the most ideal position, but you have to give Wooyoung some credit. It's doable at the very least.

Wooyoung does the honor of keeping your dress lifted. His eyes lock at your clothed core, plain underwear with the only decoration being a small wet spot where your entrance is. 

"Someone got a little excited, huh?" He giggles at himself. "Do you care about your underwear getting a little more wet?"

And he's a tease? You think you're in over your head with this one. "It's okay." You feel Wooyoung nod under you and soon feel a hot muscle over your clit. 

Granted, it's not as hot compared to if he took your underwear off, but it still makes you jump. Wooyoung keeps his tongue flat while moving it in gentle circles. You rock your hips against his mouth, following his muscle.

You gasp at the feel of something hard. It takes a second for your brain to register his teeth running against your slit. Your underwear makes the perfect barrier for the sensation to be wonderfully strange. You let out a moan and grind on his face. His nose bumps the peak of your clit every time you move up and he seems to be completely okay being ambushed in your cunt.

"Mmf! Like it that much?" Wooyoung pulls away just enough to speak. You grind a little more before answering, "I dunno yet."

That spurs him on. Wooyoung bunches your dress in one fist and uses his free hand to move your underwear to the side. You can't tell, but he can see how messy your pussy is. Your clit is fat, wet with need, and begging for Wooyoung to directly touch it. It makes something in him primal, aching for your raw taste on his tastebuds. 

His tongue swipes over your cunt, letting your juices soak his muscle. You whine at the feeling of him and still your hips. Wooyoung's thumb hooks over your underwear so the rest of his fingers splay over your thigh. He squeezes and kneads your flesh, strangely adding to the pleasure of him tasting you.

The further he digs his digits, the more you moan. It's a trick you didn't even know existed and Wooyoung is using your surprise to his advantage. 

His kitten lick feels good alone, but your toes curl at the feeling of him sucking. Wooyoung has your nub in his mouth with his tongue rolling against it. You squeal and your hips buck so roughly that your pussy pops from his mouth with a wet sound.

"Damn," he sounds raspy. "Didn't think you'd have such a sensitive pussy." Wooyoung strains his neck to reach up, latching onto your cunt once more. You whimper and carefully place your weight back on, trying your best not to move this time.

"I just," you let out a moan when he sucks it again. "It's just been a while."

Which is a lie. Well, somewhat. You got eaten out not that long ago, but not this good. Not in a position where you could get caught, where he adds the tiniest bit of pain to add to the pleasure. Everything's an additional layer of arousal that you didn't think you needed. 

Wooyoung says something but it sounds like muffles in your cunt. You hone in on sliding against his face, making sure his nose and chin bump your clit with every drag. Maybe you're going a little crazy on your first date, but there's no guarantee you'll get another chance like this. You might as well use it to your advantage.

Your orgasm slowly builds. You can feel the heat in your stomach and chest, making you whine louder and higher. Wooyoung groans with you, gripping your waist and thigh harder as you suffocate him. You hang your head to look down at him, but all you can see is the top of his hair. Even if you can't see him devouring your cunt, the sight makes you clench. A reminder about how terribly empty you are.

As if knowing, Wooyoung dips his tongue until it catches your entrance. He buries it in you, uncaring how tight your pussy squeezes him and leaks. You whimper, unmoving so Wooyoung can thrust his tongue deep inside.

"Fuck. If you keep doing that I'll cum."

You nearly scream when he doesn't stop. He goes faster, so hard that you can hear the lewd noises vibrating in the car. He gulps down your essence, he moans into your pulsing cunt. Never have you met such an eager fuckboy. One who goes above and beyond without getting his dick wet once.

It's almost cute, but you don't dwell on it too much when you finally tip over. Your walls clench Wooyoung's tongue, creaming so much that it paints his lips white. He fucks you through it as he manages to slide his tongue out and across your clit. 

You rest your cheek against the cushion of the backseat. Normally, guys are eager to push you off and shove their dicks in, but not Wooyoung. He eats you steadily and overwhelmingly. You're the one prying yourself from his mouth, chuckling at his protests and pleas for you to take back your seat.

Your back aches from being arched and your legs scream as you wobbly sit back on the passenger side. Wooyoung shifts his seat up while swiping his lips with his thumb. He collects the last bits of cream and pops it back into his mouth. 

By far the weirdest fuckboy you've encountered, but you're not complaining. You got to cum good, got to ride out your high, and got a meal paid for. You're expecting him to ask for a blowjob, but he twists the keys into the ignition and it roars to life.

"Oh," you hadn't meant to say it out loud, but Wooyoung hears you. He turns his head to you, lips shining with your cum. "What? I'm taking you home right?"

You blink at him, completely thrown for a loop. It takes a few awkward seconds before you answer, "Yeah. Sounds good."

You're starting to think maybe he came his pants and is too shy to do anything else, but you catch the smirk as he turns back to the front windshield and puts the car in reverse. 

It then occurs to you that maybe you weren't the cat after all. 

[wannaeatramyeon]

Daniel Park with Unhinged F! Reader

You, the peak of the verse with a list of supposedly strong and powerful men to kill meet.

Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin | Charles Choi | Daniel Park

I had a request sometime last year on Unhinged F!Reader helping out Allied. Soooo- this is my response to it...

'Why are you following me?"

You turn around in the alleyway to see a guy approximately the same height as you. Unremarkable if not for the way he has managed to pick you out from the shadows and keep up with your steps.

"Please, I need your help."

Help? Does this person have any idea who you are?

You arch an eyebrow at his request as he continues to stare at you with wide eyes.

Honestly. Did he think this puppy dog look was going to work on you? Of all people? You don't say anything, letting the silence add pressure until he spills out his guts.

Something about the Four Crews and HNH, which vaguely rings a bell.

You start to examine your nails as he rambles, quickly losing interest. Damn, is that dried blood underneath? You really must clean them better post fight.

And tch! Another chipped nail too. Ugh.

Oh. He's still talking, huh.

You've already tuned him out but the sound of his voice grows irritating and you cut him off, just as he starts to mention the Ten Geniuses or whatever.

You thrust a palm out at him, inches from his face and clever boy, he shuts up immediately. "Why should I help you?"

"Um." He hesitates. "I can pay you?"

"Not interested."

"I.. I can copy moves? You can teach me to be your masterpiece-"

"Cool," you say, stifling a yawn. Wasn't that crazy old doctor also a copy user? You dispatched him without difficulty.

"Let me guess-" You start ticking off each point on your fingers.

"One. You don’t move like you’re a natural, so you do have a master but they're not cutting it anymore- " He nods.

"Two. You've somehow found out about me and managed to seek me out-"  You don't tell him you're reluctantly impressed at that part.

"Three. Then hoped that I would help you because I have such a good moral compass-" You roll your eyes at this. What is it with pathetic men expecting women to clean up their mess?

"Four. So you've come here to ask me to help and promise me riches as a sweetener but sorry to break your heart, I don't give a shit-" He recoils, taken aback by your bluntness.

"Anyway, which mediocre fool has been teaching you?"

"One of the Ten Geniuses I mentioned. The Learning Genius."

What a lame title. "Who?"

"Gun Park."

You have a vague recollection of this person and gesture for him to tell you more as you pull out your small slip of paper. The one with the list of crossed out names, that you hunted down and defeated one by one until only a few remain. 

Oh wait... the name Gun Park is here-

"Um. Black eyes, half naked all the time, tattoos on his arms, smokes-"

"Right!" You click your fingers. "That loser! The Learning Genius, did you say?"

He widens his eyes at you insulting his master but nods anyway.

"Pfffft-" you stifle a laugh unsuccessfully. Goddamn that is funny.

"Learning Genius!" You squeal, letting out a cackle that leaves his hairs standing on end. The more you think about it, the funnier it gets. On what planet is that guy qualified, good enough, to teach anyone? You laugh and laugh, clutching your stomach as he backs away awkwardly.

Wiping away tears from your eyes, you make up your mind and ask, "What did you say your name was?"

"I... I didn't. It's Daniel Park,"

You dig out the pen in your pocket and add his name to your list.

He's undercooked. Maybe fun in a few more years but now Daniel is nothing but a baby. It'll be fun to crush him eventually.

"Listen," You fold your note carefully, slipping it back into your pocket. "I have zero inclination to help you. None."

He opens his mouth to argue-

And you cut him off again with a shrug. "Mainly 'cause I don't want to. Anyway, I'll find you once you're ready to fight. It'll be a shame to kill you any sooner, but-"

You lunge at him, slamming Daniel into the wall with a hand on his neck before he has had a chance to react.

"- Follow me again and I won't hesitate." You smile sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt. Smile stretching further, turning monstrous and unhinged when you feel him attempt to free himself from your grasp but to no avail.

You give his throat one more squeeze for good measure as he chokes and claws at your hand before releasing him. “See ya!”

Daniel drops to the floor, gasping desperately for air and rubbing at his neck. Thinks that this has been a grave mistake and now he has a target on his back.

He watches you, humming to yourself and sashaying away into the night, melting into the shadows once more.

[despaircrown]

    What was luck? Some would say Sonia was lucky, and she was. To be born into privilege and luxury was the dream of many. In some ways, Sonia felt selfish for how often she yearned for normalcy. Something she hoped to obtain through the friendships she forged with Class 77-B.

    Sonia could not help but wonder if Nagito felt the same. That their luck was a double-edged sword, always taking as much as it gave. “Nagito!” Sonia waved him over, “Perhaps you would like to help me plan a get-together with everyone with me?” Though he was odd, in all fairness, so was she. And no one could doubt his love for everyone. She was sure he was the right person to ask for help.

@untalents ღ

[gorgynei]

mitchells vs the machines, puss in boots: the last wish, and the bad guys are what peak animation looks like in a post spider-verse world and im so fucking happy about it. i hope disney goes bankrupt

[avatartophblindbanditbeifong]

Miles Morales Headcanons

Miles Morales x Reader

557 words

In honor of Across the Spider-Verse releasing in theaters this Friday, I decided to come out of my cocoon and post some fluff about our beloved.

Hope you enjoy!

Late at night, after hours patrolling the city on a Saturday, Miles swings over to your apartment. It’s late, he knows that, but a little part of him hopes that you are awake and your window is unlocked so he can make up for the time lost between the two of you. It doesn't matter how heavy sleep is wearing on his body, Miles always climbs up to your bedroom window to check on you; to see if you're safe, before going home. With his fingers sticking onto the brick beside your window, he peaks through the curtains of your room to catch a glimpse of one of his favorite sights; your body snuggly curled up underneath your duvet covers sleeping soundly. Before he thiwps away, Miles pulls out his phone to send you a text that you'll be sure to see first thing in the morning. “Buenas noches, mi amor<3”

In the afternoons, Miles’ head nods as he goes in and out of sleep during lunch hour. Ganke is in the middle of a rant while you listen to him with faux understanding. If Miles were in front of anyone else, he would be considered rude to fall asleep in the middle of someone's conversation but, with you and Ganke being the only ones to know of Miles’ secret identity and what it entails, the two of you let it slide. You look at your boyfriend in his state of exhaustion. You slide your hand across the expanse of his broad shoulders and pull him into you; his head resting on your shoulder and nose tucked into your neck. For the rest of lunch, Miles finds his reprise in the warmth of your body.

Evenings when Miles just gets to be Miles are his favorite. Especially when those evenings are planned with you coming over to his apartment to have dinner with him and his family. With a knock on the front door, Miles starts out of his room to greet you with a sweet, soft kiss on the lips that causes him to blush before quietly letting you in. At the dining table, Miles watches you interact with his family like they're your very own. You and his mother gossip like sisters while you laugh at his father's jokes and embarrassing stories that make him want to melt into his chair. But, with all of the torment he endures for your entertainment, watching you interact with his family, the way you laugh with them, and connect with them; Miles can’t help but daydream about what dinners will be like when the two of you have a family of your own.

Early Monday mornings aren’t what they used to be for you. Waking up extra early to make the commute to Visions Academy was still very much in the plans for your morning routine. But, being up early now that you're with Miles means being able to take early morning swings with him before school starts. Miles would surprise you with your favorite breakfast sandwich and a kiss before he swung you both to school. Inside, hand in hand, Miles walks you to your first class, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek goodbye. Before fully entering the classroom, you watch him sprint down the hallway to make it to his classroom before he’s marked tardy…again.