#why am i yapping in the tags huh

[shapesenthusiastz]

Random doodles idk (Im running out of ideas help.)

[starlooping]

currently feeling like "post shoujo filter clarity" post

[nightbirdbliss]

oh how i love planning roleplays with friends :]

[woniedarlin]

He listens while you yap

pairings: boyfriend! enhypen x reader | listener x yapper trope

caution: be prepared for their randomness (•‿•)

author's note: This is my first time trying something like this, and I thought, why not switch things up? If you enjoyed it and want more like this, just let me know! Happy reading!

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n

HEESEUNG

You explained an article you found earlier and made an especially interesting point. “So, apparently, there’s this theory about how—wait, are you even listening?” you paused mid-sentence then glancing up at Heeseung.

He was just staring at you the entire time.

“Am I talking too much?” you asked, feeling embarrassed. Was he bored? You might have been talking for hours...well, you were.

“I’m sorry,” you added. Feeling guilty.

Heeseung tilted his head slightly. His lips formed a gentle smile that quickly made you feel comfortable. “No, not at all. I’m just listening,” he said gently. “You always have the most interesting things to say.”

You blinked. For a moment, you were caught off guard by his words.. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure I’m just rambling about random stuff half the time.”

He chuckled softly while shaking his head. “Not to me. You make even the most ordinary things sound extraordinary. Like you’re breathing life into them.”

“Come on, that’s a bit much,” you teased though you were shy with his words.

He shook his head slowly. “It’s not. You could talk about the lifespan of jellyfish, and I’d still want to hear every word.”

You laughed. “Seriously? Jellyfish?”

“Yup,” he said with a grin. Heeseung’s eyes crinkling at the corners. “I don’t think you realize how much I enjoy hearing you talk.”

You looked at him for a moment. Your laughter turned into a warmer feeling. “You always know how to make me feel special, right?”

Heeseung smiled more. “I’m just telling the truth. You’re the one who makes everything feel special.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but grin. “You’re too good at this, you know. No wonder everyone’s always talking about how sweet you are.”

He lightly shrugged. “Only for you.”

JAY

You plopped down next to Jay on the couch, “Last night, I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup,” you said, not even glancing at him.

Jay didn’t even look up from what he was doing, though you knew he was listening. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And you were mustard. Which is weird because you’re usually mayonnaise in my dreams.” You said it matter-of-factly.

Jay glanced over at you and gave a small smile. Your boyfriend didn’t even question it anymore.

“Mhm. We were sitting on a picnic table, minding our own business,” you continued, staring blankly ahead. “Then this kid comes over, grabs you, and squeezes you all over a hot dog.”

“Of course,” Jay muttered, his smile still there.

“And then they grabbed me and put me on french fries,” you said, your voice now lighter. “But even though we were on different foods, we ended up on the same plate.”

Jay gave you a soft look. “Of course you did.”

“Yup. It’s like… no matter what, we always end up together,” you said nonchalantly. “Even if we’re on different things, we’ll always end up on the same plate.”

Jay didn’t react much, just looking at you with that same fond smile. “Ketchup and mustard, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“Yep.” You nodded as if you were completely confident in the analogy. “It’s like fate, you know?”

Jay leaned back. “Fate. Of course. You’re the ketchup, and I’m the mustard.”

“Exactly,” you said, kicking your legs a little. “I mean, I’m obviously the star of the show, but you do make a good sidekick.”

Jay laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. “You’re the star, hm?”

“Of course,” you said, completely unfazed, “but you still belong next to me.”

“Right,” Jay replied with a small, affectionate smile. “Next to you, always.”

And just like that, he continues to look at you with the same smile as you continue to talk, absolutely in love with you.

JAKE

You were pacing around the room, hands gesturing wildly as you went off about the movie you’d just watched. “And don’t even get me started on the plot twist—like, I saw it coming from a mile away! But, still, how could they—ugh, I can’t wrap my head around it!”

Jake sat on the couch with one arm stretched across the backrest. “Go on, tell me more,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing.

“Okay, but can we talk about that scene? The main character falls—of course—and she’s like, ‘Save yourself!’” You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Like, girl, what? Just get up! Run with your friend! Why are you making it so dramatic?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, clearly holding back a laugh.

You kept going, utterly oblivious to his gaze. “I mean, realistically, if I fall, I’m grabbing your arm and dragging you down with me. We’re both going down. There’s no ‘save yourself’ moment. You’re coming with me.”

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Good to know.”

“And the friend?” you continued, throwing your hands up. “She’s just standing there, like, ‘Noooo!’ for too long. Like, hello? Help her up and run!”

Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’d definitely survive in a movie.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you said, pointing at him. “I’m not wasting time with emotional goodbyes. We’re both making it out, or no one is.”

Jake grinned, his voice dropping just slightly. “So, you’d save me?”

You froze for a second before narrowing your eyes. “Obviously. I’d even ensure you didn’t trip in the first place.”

He laughed softly. “And here I was, thinking you’d be the one tripping on purpose just to get me to catch you.”

Your jaw dropped. “I would NOT!”

Jake smirked. “You totally would.”

“I’d be saving both of us!”

“You’re hot,”

You froze. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said.

Of course, he had to flirt.

You crossed your arms tighter, fighting back a smile. “Okay… what? That’s random. You’re distracting me.”

“That’s kind of my thing, isn’t it?” Jake grinned wider, tilting his head. “Admit it, baby.”

You shook your head with a sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” But the way your heart fluttered at his words? You couldn’t deny it.

SUNGHOON

You paced around the room as you got lost in recounting the day. “And I visited my parents today! I missed them so much…it was the best.”

Finally, you stopped mid-stride and turned to face him, hands on your hips. “Okay, are you even listening? Or are you zoning out again?”

You have seen your boyfriend zoning out often, especially in the mornings. You wouldn’t be surprised if today were one of those days.

But he chuckled softly, wanting to assure you. “I’m listening. I always do.”

You tilted your head. “Even when I’m rambling about stuff that’s probably unimportant?”

“Especially then,” he said, his dimples appearing as his smile grew wider. “I like hearing you talk. It makes me happy.”

Your arms crossed, though you couldn’t fight the grin pulling at your lips. “You like when I yap on and on?”

“Not the yapping part,” Sunghoon teased. “It’s the way you’re so happy when you talk. You’re glowing, and I can’t look away.”

That made your cheeks heat up. “I’m just telling you about my day.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But you light up when you talk about the things you love. I could listen to you all day. It’s comforting.”

“Comforting?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. Oh?

He nodded as his eyes began to soften. “Yeah. It’s like you’re letting me see a part of you no one else does.”

Your lips curved into a smile. “I never thought I’d be comforting while going on about my life.”

Sunghoon’s smile grew. “You’d be surprised.”

SUNOO

“…and I don’t even know why they didn’t just say that in the first place! Would it have been so hard? Honestly…” you trailed off, glancing at Sunoo, watching you with the softest smile.

You blinked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” he asked, his smile widening.

“Like you’re completely entertained by my nonsense.”

“Because I am,” Sunoo admitted without hesitation. “I love it when you yap.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yap?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You go off about the most random things, and I love it. It’s my favorite background noise.”

You playfully gasped. “Background noise? You’re saying I’m noise?” How dare he?!

“Sweet noise,” he corrected, grinning cheekily. “The kind I never want to tune out.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding the blush on your cheeks. “So you want me to keep going?”

Sunoo nodded eagerly. “Of course! Why do you think I never interrupt you?”

Tilting your head, suspicious. “What if I talk about like….I don’t know... talk about socks?”

He laughed softly. “You don’t realize how cute you are when you get all caught up in your little stories.”

You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips but gave up quickly. “Fine. But you’re stuck with me talking forever.”

Sunoo’s eyes sparkled. “Lucky me.”

JUNGWON

You were sprawled on the carpet while Jungwon sat next to you, quietly listening with that ever-patient expression.

“…and I don’t get it! Why would you even bring a cat to a grocery store? What’s the cat gonna do? Pick out your produce?” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “Next thing you know, they’ll be pushing their pets in carts like it’s totally normal.”

Jungwon blinked at you. You can see his lips twitching.

You squinted. “You’re holding back a laugh, aren’t you?”

“No,” he said, lips pressed together tightly.

“Yes, you are!” You pointed at him accusingly. “You’re trying so hard not to laugh right now.”

He cracked. His shoulders shook as he let out a small giggle. But then it escalated. His hand flew to his stomach, and he was laughing so hard that he tipped backward.

“HAHAHAHAHA OH MY—AHHHH HA HA HA HA!”

You sat there, wide-eyed. “Is it that funny?”

He nodded, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. “It’s not even the story! It’s you! You’re so serious about the ridiculous things—AHHH HA HA AHH HAHA—I can’t!”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “I was making a valid point.”

“I know, I know!” Jungwon wheezed, wiping his eyes. “But you looked so offended! Like, personally attacked by the cat in the store.”

“Well, someone had to say it!”

Jungwon shook his head. “You’re too much.”

You huffed. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me,” he teased, his laughter finally calming down.

You rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself. “Maybe.”

“Definitely,” he said, still grinning. “Now, please. Keep going. I need another good laugh.”

NI-KI

You were going on about how your day went, and Ni-ki, leaning against the doorframe, watched you as he kept grinning. He wasn’t saying much but teasing you with every detail you mentioned. “Wow, you don’t stop talking, huh?” Ni-ki said with a smirk.

You raised an eyebrow. You do not want to back down. Especially to him. “I’m just sharing my day, okay? You don’t have to listen if it’s too much.”

“Oh, I’m listening,” Ni-ki said as he stepped forward. “I just didn’t know you had this much to say. You’ve been talking for hours, baby.”

You shot him a look, unfazed. “Oh, please. You know I talk plenty, just not to you.”

Ni-ki chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking over to you. “I think you talk to me more than you realize. You just don’t want to admit it.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I don’t know about that.”

“Uh-huh. You’re giving me the full lecture today. You can’t hide it,” he teased. “And honestly, I’m enjoying it.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to act indifferent. “Of course you are; you love it when I talk.”

Ni-ki shrugged dramatically. “Guilty as charged. Your yapping is one of my favorite things. Keeps me entertained.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how easily he could get under your skin, even with his teasing. “Well, I hope you’re ready for more because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

“Bring it on,” Ni-ki said with a wink, clearly looking forward to hearing all of it.

[sugawarassoulmate]

bad boy! akiteru fucking reader on top of the hood of keis car

ooooh i am Unwell about this sksksk

words: 631

cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, public sex, dubious consent, coercion (kinda?), secret relationship, minors dni

if the two of you don't make it home soon, kei is going to wonder where you are.

"aki, aki someone's gonna see," there were so many emotions swirling your brain. the fear of being caught, the guilt from doing this on kei's car, and the pleasure from akiteru taking you in public.

akiteru had only intended on taking his little brother's car to be serviced thinking it would only take a few hours.

but when you decided to tag along, akiteru didn't know how long he could keep his hands off you.

"nobody comes here, baby, it's okay," he purposely drove to a secluded area a few miles off the main road. you had worn a cute outfit today and were yapping your head off about something during the drive—akiteru had to get his cock in you.

as soon as the coast was clear, he pinned you to the hood of the car and flipped your skirt up before pushing your panties to the side. akiteru would love nothing more to shove his tongue inside your cunt but you were already uneasy on the idea of fucking out in the open.

but once his cock was inside you, most of those fears seemed to subside.

you gasped from the painful stretch of akiteru's cock sinking into your warmth. to distract you, he latched onto your breast, wrapping his tongue around your pert nipple.

he can feel you tighten around him, a smug grin growing on his face when he realizes you're about to cum already. "you're so sensitive today, baby. you wanted me to fuck you, huh?" he says in between suckles, making a mess of your chest.

akiteru feels a surge of pride when you nod. "bet you only joined me on this errand hoping you'd get dick. that's all you really care about. go ahead and cum for me, baby, i'll just make you do it again."

any reservations you had about doing this on kei's car, let alone out in public were gone when you had your release, fingers curling into the fabric of akiteru's shirt and wailing into his chest.

he only gives you a few moments to gather your bearings before fucking you again, causing your legs to tremble. "aki—fuck—gimme a sec," you cry, not sure if your cunt could take more.

"no, baby, i need you to cum again and then i'm gonna dump you full of my cum 'til it's spilling out of you, okay?"

you tried to argue, complaining that it was already too much but akiteru shut you up with a hard thrust. "mmm, we don't want to keep kei waiting anymore? he'll get suspicious," akiteru coos, leaning in for a deep kiss. "lemme have my way with you, honey, it'll feel so good."

it's hard to deny akiteru anything when he looks at you with those warm, brown eyes.

"what took so long?" kei groaned as soon and you and his brother walked through the front door, taking the keys from akiteru's grasp.

he doesn't notice you practically leaning on akiteru for support, focusing his attention on his new car. "the mechanic wanted to be thorough," akiteru explains, sneaking a glance at you.

"well thanks for taking it, i guess. i had a lot of studying," kei said with an eyeroll. "why did it take so long to get back?"

he stares at you, eyebrows quirking at your cross legged stance—completely unaware that you were internally begging that akiteru's cum wouldn't run down your leg.

"traffic," you answer too quickly but kei seems to accept it.

as kei leaves to inspect his car, akiteru takes the opportunity to sneak you to his room under the guise of you looking like you "really need to lay down."

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[hoshinasblade]

you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.

the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.

you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.

because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.

captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.

you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.

"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.

"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.

"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."

you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.

you did not know being known could feel this sweet.

"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.

[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.

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[yutasbimil]

End Game

gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (8/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.9k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

Yumi and Beomgyu are now alone, everyone left already and their group study session has concluded for the week.

“Are you done blabbering over it?” His eyelashes flutter, looking at her in a teasing manner. “Kiss me.”

With his eyes so beady looking intently at her, Yumi had to tap his shoulders in protest. Beomgyu kept her chin up using his finger to keep her eyes from straying away from his.

With him looking at her eyes ready, Beomgyu additionally caresses her hands to soften her.

Was that what that look meant all this time?

Yumi shakes her head, as if it cannot be helped but to listen to his request.

Instead of immediately adhering to his request, why not tease him a bit? 

With Yumi landing her nose on his, brushing it against his as she nuzzles close to his figure.

The warmth is following along with a fuzziness in her chest.

This is far different from when they were “just best friends” to now that they are a couple, at most, she’s the one still getting used to this. What am I even thinking?

Her mind had been wandering loosely lately. She's blushing over these nonsensical things. And this is just her admiring this blabbermouth yapping over some of his interests, looking oh so handsome.

Beomgyu squeezing her hand signals her attention back to him. This has been a usual scenario for the past week.

Yumi’s mind drifts off as she’s still in a haze that they’re together like this. He has been the safe space for her to vent out her thoughts so smoothly that everything else around them keeps vanishing. It is as if she keeps entering a garden full of butterflies, many enough to drift her away up the clouds. 

He holds onto her arm to pull her gently close to her. Beomgyu has been the anchor grounding her back into ease.

“What? Is my handsome face distracting you again?” Beomgyu glides his hand across his chin.

Has she been staring again? Gosh, she lets out a huff, the knitted brows hiding her flushed face.

Another slide of sneak attack of Beomgyu teasing slipped through her daydreaming, making her snap at him.

“Aish, shut up,” she rolls her eyes, pushing his face away with the whole of her palm. How could her best friend make her this flustered? Heol.

Beomgyu just chuckles, his teasing still high with its win rate.

“Make me,” he puckers his lips, licking it in an obnoxiously overdone way, so far polar from attempting to look ‘sexy’.

“Aish, Choi Beomgyu,” she exasperated, Yumi jokingly slaps her hand over his cheeks before pulling it close, squeezing her hands on both his cheeks. 

“What nohw?” His face is scrunched up and his voice comes off a bit muffled. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything for the last minute.

Yumi just stays silent, admiring his stupid little cute face for the nth time before kissing him in the least attractive way. 

Serves him right.

But it makes her heart flutter at how placid he kisses back in that second.

Oh how quick her attempts backfire.

“This idiot,” she pouts. “What do I do with you?”

He puts out his tongue, holding her arms placed on the sides of his face. “But this idiot is yours, till we reach the grave to annoy you.”

“Since day 1 huh?” Yumi goes on to squeeze his cheeks once again, Beomgyu shrugs his lips forming into a pout as he’s thinking. Who knew that he was capable of doing so?

“Not quite likely, maybe… the first week?”

Yumi hits him with his teasing, making him laugh.

He goes on mocking her, pointing at her even though she’s got him at the palms of her hands. Quite literally he’s at a disadvantage with his face and big mouth scrunched up as he’s laughing.

She perked a brow at him, grimacing. “Is it that funny?”

He switched up immediately to a straight face. "Nope."

Weirdo.

Yumi scooted closer to him, positioning herself on his lap, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes furrowed, glancing downwards with her mouth in a pout. “You still owe me lots, Pabo.”

“In what ways do I have a sum to pay, hmmm? Explain it in full detail, princess.”

“Hearing you blurt out pet names doesn't suit you, doofus.” She quickly palms his face once again, but this time, his hand catches it, putting it over his shoulder.

“Ahhh, I bet this responds otherwise.” Beomgyu starts stroking her panties, Yumi flinches in surprise, hitting him in the shoulder. Not that direct—

He quickly grabs her by the waist to not let her lose her balance. She tumbles a bit. Even so, her sass wasn’t shaken off. “How much are you throwing away?”

At that, his intrusive thoughts came into his consciousness. He loses his grip on her arm, pretending to make her fall.

“Aish! Choi Beomgyu!” She grabs onto him in panic.

“Your life…” Beomgyu fools around once again, lifting his leg so she goes the other direction. His other arm is readily hovering over her back to support her.

“Ya!”

He kisses her speechless, quickly melting away the energy of her legs and body to fight back. These are the types of interruptions she didn't know would stir off her annoyance coming from this man.

At least that’s consistent between us.

“I'll prove you wrong-er by making you more wetter.”

“Your grammar is decreasing my attraction to you by the minute,” she scorns, rolling her eyes sideways. But for a moment or two, it shifts upwards as he attempts to reach below her skirt. 

Her breath hitches, making her squirm in place as he strokes lewdly close to her clothed core.

“Ya…” she protests, already feeling breathless. “You're playing dirty now, are you? Striking at my most vulnerable state.”

“You spreading your legs like that on my lap puts you at a disadvantage. Also, the moment you chose to place yourself on my playing field.” He lifts his legs once again to remind Yumi that he's got her wrapped around his fists. Also by the firm squeeze of his hands on her waist, he makes sure it’s etched on her mind.

Yumi just buried herself by his neck, hiding her ever-growing blush on how they've been a bit playful to her liking.

It's too obvious how she's been hot and bothered since earlier.

“We're getting sidetracked, we still need to catch up on some topics.” She’s about to lift her leg off his lap but he puts her back in place.

“Nuh-uh, don't bring that up after provoking me.” His glare is darker in comparison, breath near hers is a bit hotter. His voice is low and slow as his lips form a smirk. “Finish what you started, Lee Yumi.”

Beomgyu puts her palm by the bulge of his pants. She swallowed hard, now realizing how dry of a desert her airway was on how much her throat was craving to quench her thirst.

“How about we both talk about that owing stuff now and settle it, hmmm?” His hands are now roaming in dangerous waters, planting seeds of heat in the free spaces of her skin. “Does this cut it?”

“Let's just get to the point,” she scurries, her impatience quickly dissolving her mask. It tore down further as Yumi just felt his lips nibbling her neck. 

Fuck it, she wants to go straight to the point.

And straight down she goes to undo his pants, quickly going down on her knees in-between his legs.

Beomgyu lets out an illicit gasp, a streak of red further obvious across his face as his clothes continue to come undone.

This was a sight much fantasized about and a thought very much avoided by Beomgyu to even touch while he fists himself on some cold nights. He doesn't want to see his best friend this way but now that he got the right, per se, it was quick for Beomgyu to accept his fate.

“Yumi…” He fists her hair, reminding every bit of himself to maintain control of his touch.

He quickly melts to her touch as she palmed his clothed erection, breathing a bit too embarrassingly heavy as his labored breath grows fuller with his cock sprung free for the cold air to brush openly.

Just one touch and he's all in shambles like this.

“I-I'm still not up for the part, so don't criticize me much on my blowing.” She murmurs, but it quickly loses meaning as her hot mouth sinks into his shaft.

“I don't expect you to be but, uhhh, it's you, Yumi, so I know it will feel.... fuck, fucking good in any way.” He bites his lower lips, hissing a bit. 

She moves her tongue more, gobbling his dick. His noises are turning more into a series of groans at her every touch.

Yumi leans her cheek by his shoulder, releasing his erection with a pop. “You flatter me too much.”

“Anything for my princess.”

Yumi blushes at his endearments, trying all her might not to admit to his face how greedy she is to hear more of that. But it’s too late with her evident blush and eagerness to pleasure his twitching cock. She can’t help but give in more as it seems to ask for her strokes and care. 

“Is there more of where that came from?” she inquires, wrapping her free hand on his shaft, stroking it along the glides of her hot tongue.

Beomgyu lets his eyes answer, softly stroking her hair, not a stray hair left unattended in his care. Beomgyu’s eyes land on observing her pretty face, especially now how fascinated he is seeing her pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock.

It twitched harder as his thoughts strayed on how wet she might be underneath her clothed sex, and how he would be eating her up later.

Oh, he's excited for his turn to make her feel damn good. I’d make sure she’s choking up her words so that only syllables will spill out.

Beomgyu scrunches her hair, holding back any force that may hurt Yumi. He gently fists to pull her scalp, just enough to her liking.

“Ah… ah, oh, shit.” She licks and sucks a sweet spot of his hard-on, his shaft dancing with her tongue. In this divine view, he could see how her mouth slid and slurped at every bop, he flinched as she swirls her tongue across his sensitive shaft.

Fuck, on how inexperienced she said herself to be, this might be a crime of deceit on how fucking good she's taking him in.

“Are you sure this is how you see ‘mediocre’?” Another hiss off Beomgyu’s lips transpires. “Fuck, ha-Yumi, you're a natural.”

“That's gonna boost my morale to do more,” she smirks, at that, she muffles some more taking him whole in her mouth and dips in, sucking harder.

Beomgyu had to hold onto nothing but the surface of the chair he was sitting in. Yumi is just back, deep in the back of her throat with his dick, licking all around and doing him good.

“Hmphh—” He felt his palms sweating as he was near his release, Beomgyu’s lips quivering along a sexy moan, the beads of sweat followed by strings of his release. 

Some that spilled off her mouth accidentally sprayed over her face, landing by her cheeks. She sighed in satisfaction, licking off some of the excess in her body and swallowing it.

Beomgyu kisses atop her head, catching his breath.

Yumi stands up, making his hair kimpy. She kisses his forehead aggressively. 

It isn't a common sight to see his forehead as he’s always the type to keep his bangs down. She pouts, letting her thoughts be voiced out. “Why don't you show your forehead more? Your eyebrows are a great asset, you know.”

“Oh? You want girls to trample over me?” Beomgyu lays out the ‘consequences’ of her request, pushing his hair back. It is followed then again with a smug smirk. “I wanted to keep its peak glory for your eyes only, love.”

Yumi cringes instead of being impressed. “I swear to god I'll shave your head bald.”

“Enough of that, I'm done waiting.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off her insult, and he makes her sit down.

“Said the one who can wait for as long as he can?” Yumi says teasingly, spreading her legs mindlessly at Beomgyu’s accord. 

He firmly makes her stay put, laying a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… I am not that person I was yesterday, I want you now.” Beomgyu looks at her intently, pushing his hair back that makes her heart skip a bit, adding an attack to her core as he licks his lips attractively. “My turn.”

Beomgyu lifts her up to adjust her, she yelps as he spreads her legs wide open, His fingers followed by lifting her skirt up. She shudders at the cold air hitting her bare skin along his cold fingers squeezing her inner thigh. 

It’s not too soon that her buttoned shirt is undone, with Beomgyu slowly planting kisses down her neck and chest. She felt herself heaving her breath ardently at Beomgyu’s lips nibbling on her bare chest.

“You wanted this last time…” he emphasized, his other hand cupping her other hand as if remembering the last time they left off. While his mouth and lips are busy, sticking his tongue out as he swirls it around at anything but her nipples. 

She grows impatient as he licks the sides of her boobs. 

“Gyu…” She’s getting more hot and bothered, grabbing his other hand for any other sense of stimulation. He pinches her nipple in acknowledgment.

He lets out a smirk seeing her evident frustration. He quickly diffuses her annoyance as he gives in, licking her nipples, sucking onto it to hear her pretty sighs.

With another series of licks and sucks, he releases her boob with a pop, after leaving a light mark from his impulsive bite of her soft skin.

Yumi looks extra greedy at this point.

“Now it's your turn to evaluate me,” Beomgyu says, there’s no room left for her to respond as he quickly reveals the string of her pleasured juices stretched, glistening to expose her as he pulls down her panties.

It made his pupils dilate a millimeter wider seeing how very wet and heated she was.

She flushed in defeat, holding a yelp back. No use hiding it even on how much she holds back her hands to cover her wet core.

Beomgyu instructs her to keep her hands on the table to support herself as he starts licking her. Again, he starts out direct, spreading his tongue flat and wide, then thinly to hit her sensitive buds at every stroke. She heaves in a sigh of pleasure as he pleases her nerves in every spot.

“Ah, ohh… uh, hah-no… more…. aah—” A string of vowels weaved in the room, along her hands brushing through Beomgyu’s weft of hair as he devoured her further.

Yumi calling out his name fans out his desire more as she grabs him by his head. He pulls onto his strands— just anything to grab hold of as she’s turning more into a mess. “Bo-Beomgyu…”

She cannot stay still as she squirms at his techniques, simultaneously attacking her clit and wet core with his tongue, piercing and spreading it with him changing his pace.

“Wait… Ah.” She lets out a cry as he inserts his finger, the boney digits stroking and shaping her tight walls, it creates more lewd noises as he moves it in and out of her wet pussy.

The way he twists and turns his tongue was a foul play, making her legs buckle at every slurp and random suck he does to her clit and pussy.

She can’t get hold of what the hell he has in mind, Beomgyu was always unpredictable. But his way to surprise her isn’t something she would complain about.

“Uhh-ha…. shit, ah! Ah… that’s a good spot.” She clings more onto his hair.

Beomgyu curves his finger, reaching the back of her walls like a switch turned on that made her mewl. Seeing her reaction, he slurps in more, making her wet core dripping in pleasure and his saliva. 

Her eyes roll back further as he dips his face more onto her moist and heated sex.

Yumi no longer cares about how loud she is, he's so fucking good he deserves to be cheered on. “That's so good fucking good Gyu. More…”

He listens and follows through, relentlessly attacking her senses as she’s getting lost deeper into bliss. 

Beomgyu pulls away but doesn't let his hand rest as he fingerfucks her, keeping his gaze locked on her as he leans in to kiss her ravenously. Their tongues danced as she tasted herself and his saliva into this sweet mix of their kisses.

“Let me come, please.” She thrusts her hips, her body begging for some sense of release, her eyes also plead as he’s staring her down. But he has something grander in mind.

“Patience, princess.” Beomgyu pulls away, carrying her to move her into a different position. 

It momentarily felt empty for Yumi as he slipped out his fingers and tongue, dialing back some of the progress of her close release.

Beomgyu grins, tickling Yumi’s ears as he breathes near her ear. “Let’s move to the next act, hmmm?”

Yumi’s eyes are so lulled and clouded with lust that she’s just left there filled with anticipation. “Just do me however, loverboy.”

Her smugness didn’t remain too long as she melted into submissiveness again just by Beomgyu’s look.

She’s now placed on the table, chest pressed down and her back exposed for him to stare in awe. Beomgyu pulls up her skirt, her panties straight down her feet, dangling to the side. 

He clasps on her butt cheeks before inserting his member smoothly as he takes her behind. “Ahh—”

With no prior heed, it is something that Yumi didn’t mind as it is what she had been craving since. She’s just filled with desire with the likes of Beomgyu, just him.

“You feel so good,” he groans as the hotness spreads through his senses. Beomgyu grabs hold of her waist, then reaches for her bare chest, stimulating her sensitive knobs as he thrusts into her deeper.

“You… too, haaa… ah!” She had to gasp for air at how his movements increased in roughness, but it was just enough to satiate her growing inclination.

She can feel his hips move, feeling his dick move a bit deeper at every thrust he does. Yumi reaches for his arm, clinging onto him as she asks for more.

Beomgyu was hugging her from behind as he rammed into her, her walls getting tighter and tighter at every dip and fro.

Fuck, she can't help but let her eyes and tongue gouching out on far different everything self compared to how she touches herself on cold nights.

The feeling of his dick plunged into hers is divine. 

She's getting lost for words by the second pass. 

“Let me… see you. Face, here. I want you, please,” she breathes. She tried with all her might to say that coherently, a bit muffled with moans but Beomgyu understood her clearly.

Her mouth now asks for something other than moaning, craving for his passionate kisses just hovering over her nape.

Embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure she felt were an understatement of how quick her orgasm peaked at one kiss of Beomgyu. It was all too much for her, but at the same time, his kisses were enough to push her senses to its apex.

In her defense, she had just been extra sensitive since he had been teasing her all day.

It wasn’t long before Beomgyu’s climax followed hers as the stimulating spasm and tightness triggered his peaking pleasure.

He quickly pulls out, cleaning up what he can do as he lets her rest.

“Are you satisfied?”

“You know, I'm not,” her confession was shameless. She hisses with a grin as her climax sinks in further her system. “I want to explore and learn more.”

“You're going to use this study session thing as an excuse now huh?” he chuckles at the possibility, and he shakes his head. “No can do, but you know you don't need to find excuses just ask me directly if you're being needy.”

“Yah, you're the one being needy.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “Says the one that's needy.”

“I'm too poofed to even argue.” She simply plops her body to melt along the table, it’s filled with sticky sweat. Ew.

Beomgyu positions next to her, chuckling. “No need as I'm right.”

“Yeah yeah,” she kisses him lazily, her lips landing by his shoulder blade. She lets herself let loose for a bit before tidying herself up.

They were totally for real now this time, even the group wouldn’t really come up with anything boisterous and something so absurd as them being together. Or at least know what is meant to be done as a joke or not. And doing some cause and effect on a bond between two people is definitely out of the question for some “entertainment”. 

Even if Beomgyu is such a prankster, they wouldn’t go as far as to trample over a friend’s boundaries. They have some basic decency and a functioning brain.

So this is far from some senseless prank.

They would just let the magic do its work for these two, no matter how ridiculous they were trying to hide the fact that they were overtly together now. 

A doofus for a doofus. A perfect pair.

They’re certainly supportive of this duo.

One thing for sure for Yumi and Beomgyu and something they’ll never dare to joke about is that they cannot pretend nor hide this relationship for too long.

Sooner or later, the group just has to bear with their romantic crap.

It’s even quite amusing for TXT how they act around the group even though it was hella obvious they were hiding it. At some point, they went along with it just for the laughs.

Yeonjun could only roll his eyes, and Taehyun looked like the shocked Pikachu meme when Beomgyu and Yumi finally decided to get their game of hide and seek over with.

“Took you two long enough,” Yeonjun says in the least enthusiastic way possible. Echoing behind him an amused Taehyun. “We were getting impatient really.”

And Yumi swears she even saw some of them handing out sickles and a galleon passed around. 

These baboons.

“I’m just glad I’m the one who will be giving you butterflies in the end,” Beomgyu chimes, making Yumi smile. “Till we die then.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a promise.” Beomgyu puts a hand over his chest, and Yumi is ready to hit him. “You better be or I’ll kill you.”

“Urgh, it’s so annoying even as ghosts you’re a bother.” Soobin breaks off their banter, but he knows this wouldn’t be the last time they get to witness these two’s shenanigans.

Coincidentally also by the end of their school days... They’re just glad the game of cat and mouse has come to an end, with this race of butterflies finding its worthy happy ending. They finally reached the finish line. 

With Beomgyu and Yumi as together’s end game.

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[thithesandofferings]

Duel Master

Title: Duel Masters

Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Joey Wheeler

Synopsis: Kaiba is simply tired of hearing a dog barking

Tags: 18+ MDNI. Degradation. Dubcon(??)(Joey likes it but sucks at saying it) Petplay. BDSM. Praise. Semi-Public. Choking. Grinding. Obsession. Sex lol. Kaiba gets called Master like-once. Kaiba also refers to Joey as everything but his first name.

A/N: I've had this fic in the drafts for like a year...s. I recently found it and made the conscious decision that more filth needed to be out there with the two love birds. I barely edited this so like- beware lol. Also want to give a shoutout to @alectoperdita for making me obsess over those two. Also thank you @forgetbeam for the dividers!

It's the same scenario every time between them. Every. Single. Time. Kaiba could almost time it. He does think about timing it, but the thought gets shoved away because that feels like victory- and not his.  When they duel, the bickering starts and never stops. At least until one of them is defeated. Usually Wheeler. Saying that would get the blonde's annoying mouth running again. Kaiba was already forming a headache just from his constant jabs while they sat in the waiting room. They're older now, you'd think this would be over now.

“I was just outta practice, I could beat you anytime Kaiba”

“That was just beginners luck anyways- it's not like i've been playing everyday unlike you”

“Listen here shitty Kaiba, we can fight here and now and I promise i'll beatcha this time- i swear it”

“Oh so you're just as stuck up as when we were teens huh? Can't even talk to a lowlife like me hah!? What, you think I'm some kind of nobody!? You think-”

“ What I think, Wheeler, is that you are completely incapable of closing your disgusting muzzle. I am finished hearing your incessant yapping.”

There’s stunned silence for a few blissful seconds and Kaiba nearly groans at the stuttering that begins to fall out of the blonde's mouth. He doesn't look much different since the last time that he’s seen him. His stupid hair is just a tad shorter and it seems that he carries a little bit more muscle than he used to. 

He tries not to focus on that thought. 

Or the thoughts of once and for all, shutting Wheeler up himself. Kaiba very well knows that he is capable of getting that perpetually loud mouth to believe in silence- even if it's for a few blissful seconds. Kaiba goes out of his way to be meaner to Joey than anyone he’s ever encountered. He’s not sure he’s ever spoken to someone so degradingly, no matter if that's what everyone expects from the foul-mouthed CEO. 

But something about Joey Wheeler is different. 

Despite the cold harsh words, he’s seen Wheeler react to them. Hates to mention in his mind that he may have obsessed over every quirk after every insult spilled. Noticed how the loud mouth's chest would hitch at dog comments. Sweat -dropping when Kaiba would tell him to get on his knees and beg. Could see the indecision for just a few seconds like he wanted to do it, like he-.

Knows how much he himself would enjoy putting the mutt in his place. 

“Why don't you make me, asshole?” Kaiba almost didn't catch his words.Too busy thinking about finally putting Wheeler in his place makes his words jarring to hear.  Not only were they across the room, but Wheeler had whispered them. As if he didnt want Kaiba to actually catch what he had said. 

“Fine.” Kaiba says without thinking. “They say old dogs dont learn new tricks, but I think you can make an exception right Wheeler?” He drags the last of the words out in a deep hum before he lifts up from the chair and toward the now shaking blonde. 

“Wait now hold on Kaiba- dude wait-” Joey head begins to search around the room as if looking for help and only just barely clenching his teeth in a curse when he realizes they are indeed alone. Holding both his hands out defensively as if that's going to save him from the wrath of the CEO. 

Does he even know that he’s being caged into a wall? Maybe he is a little stupid, but Kaiba has found that bit to be surprisingly endearing. Maybe stray dogs need extra care. A quick glance at his watch settles the matter that he- does in fact, have the time to train. . 

“I thought you wanted me to shut you up Wheeler. You asked for this. Now,” He brings up both his hands right next to the blonde's head, completely capturing him in. Leaning close enough to his ear, huffing a breath only to watch the other jump back and shake a little. 

Mmmm this might be time well spent after all.

“Are you able to be a good boy and shut that cute little mouth of yours?”  Kaiba is not in the habit of praising but no amount of money in the world could give him the rush of feeling as it did when Joey-( headstrong, back talking, bratty to a fault, )Wheeler drops his shoulders and whimpers.

Kaiba hummed, brushing his fingers along the edge of the man's jaw, smirking at another heated shiver that followed. “That all it took, Dog? After all that yapping and you show your belly before I can even properly punish you. You’re kind of a slut aren't you Wheeler? You’ve wanted this all along hm?”

Joey sputters at the full audacity of the CEO. He cant even fathom the words coming out of Kaibas mouth-

“Look ion know who you think you are but-” He’s blatantly interrupted when Kaiba tilts his chin and presses his lips to Joeys’, demanding entrance. 

The blonde isn't budging though, making sure his protests were heard throughout the muffling of his lips. He’s trying to push him off, ignoring the passing thought of how strong Kaiba is. How he can feel the muscle clenching and not budging as Joey pushes. The brunette wasn't giving up either, kicking Joey's legs apart to push his right thigh against Joey's (embarrassingly) already hardening length. Taking his empty hand on the wall and holding Joey's hips as he rocks him back and forth on his clothed thigh. 

Joey stuttered out a gasp, grappling his hands on broad shoulders as his hips are moved with force. Kaiba took the initiative to intertwine his tongue with the distracted Joey.  Licking inside his mouth, tasting all that he could. A sultry groan catches at Kaibas throat when he grabs the blondes opening Wheeler's jaw wider, tilting it to taste him even deeper. 

God he wanted to devour this man.

It doesn't help that the more he kisses the blonde, the louder he gets. 

And that just won't do. 

Kaiba backs his head away, letting the blonde almost chase after him. And continues to hold his jaw, forcing whatever Wheeler says to come out like muffled grunts. 

“You’re barking too loud, Wheeler, you want everyone to hear those slutty little noises you’re making?” Kaiba grins becomes almost maniacal when he feels the blonde's dick jump on his lap at the thought.

“I know how it is Wheeler, you’re just a whiny little puppy that wants attention don't you? Hm? You want everyone to come in and see you begging for my dick? I’m sure you've wanted that for a long time, wanting all your friends to see you on all fours begging. Thats ok,  Wheeler- I'll think about giving you what you ask, for if you bark loud enough.” The more Kaiba speaks, the redder and choked up the blonde gets. Hiccuping and trying to say something. The last part has him nearly wilting when the CEO grips his cheeks a little harder and shakes his head back and forth, cooing at him as if he’s a beloved dog. 

Doesn't matter if Kaiba is drooling for this as much as Joey is.

“It’s sad that I didn’t bring that gag along to get you to shut up, but my fingers will have to do for now. Get them wet pup” Joey chortles and tries to say something witty, but the cold look and the drag of his cock against Kaiba's thigh is enough for him to reluctantly open wide. 

He looks pretty like this. Kaiba thinks as Joey takes in two long digits. He immediately shoves them to the back of the blonde's throat making him gag and sputter indignant, tears brushing his pleading blue eyes as he looks up to Kaiba. The CEO can't help but grin when he  grabs the pup's hips again, pressing down harder and rocking him in slow measured thrust against his thigh. Never taking his eyes off of him, giving little to the imagination of what it would feel like if Joey was under him. And he will be, if Kaiba has anything to say about it. 

Joey was practically drooling all over his fingers,his tongue licking up and down and its so wet- dripping from his chin along his chest. Fuck he looks good like this. Eyes peering blurrily up and blinking slowly. A show of unmatched devotion.  The blondes moans were absolutely driving him batshit insane. He’s going to be seeing those eyes in his dreams for weeks. Its so uncharacteristic of Joey's general personality that it has the brunettes cock absolutely leaking. How embarrassing. 

Kaiba thinks that they have had clothes on long enough. 

He takes his three fingers out with a slick sound that makes Kaiba grin and Wheeler blush even out past his neck. The thought passes of how he still has any blood left in his face when his dick was straining so hard in his pants. They looked quite uncomfortable. Good thing Kaiba took good care of his things. 

“Lay down” He gestures to the couch. A defiant look flashes through Joey's face and Kaiba sighs before he grabs the blonde by the nape of his hair and shoves him to his knees. Pushing him halfway on the couch, face pressing into the cushions while his knees scraped the floor. 

“I don't like when mutts don't listen. You do as I say because that's what you wanted right?” Joey stays silent, but that doesnt give Kaiba the satisfaction he needs. so he yanks him back up, shuddering a tad when he hears a desperate moan fall from Wheeler's lips. 

“Right? Say it mutt, or I’ll be the only one coming. The only thing you’ll be doing is licking up my wasted cum.” That seems to kick him into gear because he’s moaning and rutting muffled affirmations to him. Cracked vowels are lost when Kaiba shoves his face into the cushions again. 

“I knew you could be a good little slutty pup, you just need a firm hand?” Kaiba coos,bending over to whisper in his ear- making sure his tone makes his cute blonde feel as humiliated as possible. It only shocks him a little when Joey just whines even louder and brushes his ass teasingly back and forth on Kaiba's cock. Making him shove his hips back just to keep his excited pup still. 

Kaiba won't admit it, but that little show of submission and acceptance has him close enough to come. This sexual tension was built on for years, he would never have thought Wheeler would finally break down and let the CEO have him completely. 

The very thought of owning Joey, collar and all, snaps something inside of Kaiba and he’s letting go of Joey's hips and hurriedly shoving his tight pants down, putting the blonde's ass on display. Cant help but add a few spanks, watching greedily as his cheeks grow as red as the blondes face. Hunger spikes through Kaiba's stomach thinking about how beautiful his pup would look marked up. And he tells him exactly that. Only to be surprised yet again when Joey pushes back with a delicious wiggle and lets out a keen Kaiba never thought he would hear. 

“Next time, if you're a good little pupslut then maybe i’ll consider giving you a spank for good behavior.'' He wants to so badly, but the glance at the watch tells him that he doesn't have long before the others come searching for Joey after the finished match. 

Kaiba reaches inside his coat and retrieves the lube he knows he’s had, thinking that this moment could happen anytime and Kaiba was always prepared. So wishful thinking did in fact work.

Joey gives an indignant squawk when he feels cool wetness press into his hole.

“Where the hell did you get lube - hah fuck- what are you some kind of perve-'' He cuts himself off with a choked off moan when two of Kaiba's fingers enter him roughly. Kaiba's continuous bemusement is not thwarted in the slightest when they go in smoothly. 

“You touched your cute little puppyhole today? Did you think of me? Knew you were gonna see me later today and just couldn't help yourself could you Wheeler. You do this every time you see me? Hope I'll get mad enough and take you where you stand?” Joey whimpered as the brunette curled his fingers and pounded his prostate, dragging along with every word he uttered. The blonde outright moaned and clenched when Kaiba hooked his fingers grinding into the little button, hiccuping barely there words into his hands.. 

“You’re so talkative and now when I ask you questions you suddenly can't speak. Where's that bratty mouth gone huh, answer me” It doesn’t help Joey at all when Kaiba adds another finger, his face becoming scarlet as the squelching of his hole gets louder. 

“I- fuck- I, Im-” Joey can barely choke out words and Kaiba silences him, raising his hips up higher, at an angle that he knows will have the blonde screaming. 

“Wheeler, you're making me consider getting a pet, you wanna be my puppy huh? You wanna be a good boy for me?” Kaiba knows he’s got him for good when he leans closer to the pup's neck and groans in his ear. 

“You know what you have to do, mutt. Beg. Beg and you’ll get that treat you've been slobbering over for years'' He slides his fingers out with a wet squelch and he shushes Joey’s embarrassed cry at the noise. Kaiba knows he wants to hear him as clear as day, the CEO will come to this for weeks. 

It certainly doesn't help when Joey looks at him like he’s hung the moon. Teary eyes and red lips look back at him, breath hitching from exertion. He seems to be thinking about what he says, closing his eyes and yelping when Kaiba smacks his ass, knowing he wants him to look at the brunette when he pleads. 

“Please- Kai- Sir uh Master I- Please!” He huffs in irritation, shoving his face into the couch cushions before trying again. 

“Please Master, Ive been a good boy, please f-fuck me” Just hearing the blonde begging has Kaiba turning him around on his back and unto the floor. 

He’s been wanting that look from Wheeler for so long. And god those sounds he makes when Kaiba opens his pants and lets his cock out. Tip red and straining. Twitching at the thought of having Joey finally underneath him. Where he belonged. 

“Wait- No!! Kaiba, that things monstrous!! I'm not having that thing inside-” A hand clamps down on Joey's throat catching the last of the blondes sentence. Squeezing firmly enough to let the pup know who’s in charge, Kaiba just hums and brushes his nose against his ear. 

“My hand looks better than any  collar I've ever thought about giving you” Joey's eyes flutter at the realization that Kaiba has thought about this as much as he has. 

Assuming that he’s placated Joey for now, he brings his hips back and grabs the base of his cock angling it into the pup's wet hole, hissing at the slight pain. He had neglected himself too long. 

He huffs out a breath when the head breaches the pink rim and decides to push past it, knowing that if he was to savor it he would come and the fun would be over. 

Joey lets out a long whine as he feels Kaiba sheaths his way inside him. Lips parting wide in a choked off moan, his body spasming and cock jerking with pleasure as Kaiba bears down deep, his head rubbing immediately against the blonde's prostate. God he was so big, and he hates that because of course he is. 

“Come on pup breathe, youre taking my cock whether you like it or not so i'd suggest you do something to help yourself.” Kaiba does a tentative thrust, grinning when Joey turns his head to the side. 

Its cute that he’s pouting. 

“I know how bad you’re craving it, just give in like you’ve always wanted.” The low whisper traces alongside his ear sending a shiver down Joey's spine, making his hole clench down on Kaiba's deliciously. 

Every thrust has Kaiba experimentally going deeper and pushing just a little more, breaking down Joey’s walls. The blonde has to grit his teeth as he feels his mind blanking out, heat blooms at the pit of his stomach. Kaiba with his sadistic intuition, grazes his hand past his pretty pink cock and pressing down on the blondes lower stomach. Making Joey howl at the sensation of him feeling so full. He tried moving away with cries and pleading, but the CEO just growls and grabs his hips, shoving him roughly back down on his dick in revenge. Knowing that at this point if anyone was to walk past the room, everyone would know what they were doing. 

“You’re moving so much, maybe I should put a leash on you next time?” Twisting the blonde's nipples as he tilts the blondes hips higher and bringing his leg over his shoulder, it makes him shriek and Kaiba has to clap his hand over his mouth in glee. Doesnt stop him from fucking him even harder, wet slaps echoing harshly through the room as he takes his yapping puppy apart. 

“You wanna come home with me you little mutt? Want your master to feed his come into your greedy hole?” Joey shakes his head vigorously, closing his eyes as his face is further tucked into Kaiba's shirt. Caressing the blondes head as Kaiba slows down and buries himself to the hilt. Mumbles of faint “Kaiba’s” are the only thing heard in the empty room. 

Fuck Kaiba thinks he could do this forever. 

The way that Joey is gripping his white coat like a lifeline, muscled legs holding onto Kaiba's waist, barely moving- afraid the brunettes cock will slip out and it will all be over.

It makes the CEO  oddly possessive. To have his feelings returned tenfold and have Joey a whimpering mess feels like more victory than when his father died. He doesnt plan on this achievement leaving anytime soon. Joey is Kaibas’ now. 

Grinding their hips in slow circular motion, he’s overjoyed when he sees big crocodile tears start to fall on his pup's face. He keeps the torturous pace until Joey is sobbing in pleasure into his hand as he comes hard. The blonde starts to hit Kaiba's chest when he still continues to rock into him, slow and insistent, matching the rhythm exactly when he grabs Joey’s cock- until he is coming again. Screaming into Kaibas hand, spit and tears soaking every piece of skin between them. Cock twitching as it dribbles out onto Kaiba's infamous white coat. 

“K-kaiba please i-i want, fuck i want it please- I need it inside” 

He’s begging Kaiba to come inside him and this just makes Kaiba coo and grin again as he pulls out and lifts his shirt up and comes all over Joey's hiccuping chest. Grinning cheekily when he hears Joey’s whine in dismay as he smears it in, smoothing it all over his nipples and brings his hands up, gripping the blondes neck again. 

“Now, you know who you belong to mutt”

[lingeronyourhazeleyes]

thanks for your tags on that nowhere boy post! I'm so curious what your thoughts are on the movie. When did you first see it? Are you a John girl? What are your thoughts on Mimi and Julia?

aww thank you for this ask 🥰🥰 (and i'm terribly sorry, i'm gonna leave a wall of text here, cuz I just can't resist the opportunity to yap about my Beatles-related experiences and opinions xd)

first of all, i don't really get why this movie tends to get so much hate (aside from the part where John hits Paui, and i really liked your insight that it was necessary to make the subsequent hugging and crying on each other's shoulders less gay - god i hate you late 2000's), because tbh this is my favourite Beatles biopic. Aaron Taylor-Johnson captures John's whimsical spirit quite well imo and even though Thomas Brodie-Sangster wouldn't have been my first choice for Paul, he's really good at being a charming motherfucker and a lil shit at the same time :D

i think i saw it for the first time in my late teens/early 20s with my mom and her husband, but i didn't pay much attention to the details then (given that i only had a very surface level of Betales-knowledge back then). I rewatched it last November though (in the midst of a full-blown Beatles brainrot).

Am i a John girl? Huh, i guess i'm something that people around here would call a John-coded Paul girlie xd nevertheless I aspire to be a Ringo in the lives of my loved ones

And omg your last question led me very far, but I'll try to be brief (edit: i failed lol) :D so, as i read your notes, i was very surprised that it's considered an anti-Julia and pro-Mimi film (and seeing the points you have raised, now i can totally understand why). For me (even on my first viewing) it was never a Julia vs. Mimi thing. I've read it as a John vs John conflict (and this is the point where i start talking bullshit and/or total banalities. Feel free to correct me or argue with my points :D i always fancy a good argument). I've always seen him as a man with two conflicting sides: one is the whimsical, creative, free but overly emotional (consequently kinda unintegrable (i'm not sure if it's a real word lmao i hope it is :D) into modern western society) side (enabled by Julia), and the other one is the abandoned little boy who only wants to be loved, and is therefore ready (or even needs) to be controlled and steered in "the right direction" by others, hoping that they would not abandon him this way (and this side of him is fed by Mimi in a way in my opinion).

In my reading, both mother figures embodied and enabled one side of John, while actively trying to suppress or outright hurt the other side -- as, I think, John did in his own mind, constantly berating and hurting himself in the process. I thought Julia was so antagonistic (and i guess i was waaay more forgiving of her than i think an average person would be, because unfortunately in many ways her behaviour reminded me of myself), because imo society tends to frown upon overly emotional, somewhat detached and destructive, but free-spirited and creativity-enhancing behaviour, while supporting Mimi's "behave according to unspoken social rules and expectation, don't change the status quo, and suppress your emotions"-mindset, that she represented in the movie and tried to instil in John. (Seeing Mimi handle (and making John handle!!) Uncle George's death with coldness and complete suppression of emotions was just as painful and infuriating for me as the scene where Julia sent John away after all the (sometimes creepily inappropriate) lovebombing.) I have a theory that Paul was so important to John because he not only accepted but straight-up embraced (dare i say served) both sides of him. But probably i just see too much into all this xd

Sorry for the long, messy (and probably borderline meaningless) reply 🫣 i happened to have waaaaaay too many thoughts 😭😭

[badhabitnun]

Hi, Green!!! I noticed in your bio you said you're a post-hiatus phannie and I'm curious, what got you to start watching them? Do you remember your first impressions?

(Sorry if this has been asked before! I hope you're having a wonderful day and also just wanted to add I lovedddd your phasquerade art, it's hilarious and adorable 💚)

-Ser :)

hi ser!! this is actually my first ask on this blog, so i was really excited to see something in my inbox 🥹 and thank you!! posting art is SCARY but everyone is being so nice… thank you so much for organizing the phasquerade!!!

i am incredibly sorry for the Length of what is to come now. my feelings aren’t easy to sum up + i doth yap

the main reason i started watching them is probably the dapg revival itself, since my friends started watching their new videos together in our server, and i got curious and asked to tag along. before then though i’d also heard of dnp from them, and as a long-time (12 years) tumblr user i have felt their influence without realizing they were the source? i now know where the whiskers and “protip” come from…

before starting to watch dnp myself i remember seeing my friends react to the phouse reveal (i remember i was like “huh wait at their age that might actually be gay”), basically i’m gay, why i quit youtube, and dan and phil tell the truth (i didn’t know what a girl in prague was and i WAS afraid to ask). those made me curious! but not curious enough to sit through the videos themselves. i felt really bad for dan from all that though! he really sounded like he suffered more than jesus from the contents of both BIG and WIQYT 😭 i remember feeling parasocially protective of him. this is all to say my impressions weren’t COMPLETELY fresh when i started watching and especially for dan i already had one

now back to late 2023! i’d made some really massive changes in my life, like actual leap of faith, the course of my life has been altered kinda massive, so youtube become a comfort space for me. enter these two nerds! the first impression i had of both of them together kind of related to where i was in life at the moment: the realization that you can just live with a fellow nerd who loves you and you don’t have to follow the path the adult world expects from you. seeing them act silly and embrace everything they love and be so carefree and happy to be themselves, sharing a domestic life that doesn’t follow what heteronormative society demands… i know this is all obvious to so many people, but i really needed it at the time.

they became a reminder that i could have this life, that i have something to look forward to and my life isn’t over or doomed to be what society wants it yo be. their chemistry is something very pure and very real and especially now that they’re both open about their sexualities you can really feel how connected they are and how much fun they have together. it just makes me so happy to see two people adore each other so much after all these years!! god!!!

as i’ve said before i knew about dan from his yearly videos in the hiatus era, but i knew almost nothing about phil! the first thing that stood out to me was his accent, since i am very bad at recognizing accents BUT i watch plumbella so i was like whoa is he northern!! and that was kind of an instant comfort factor.

phil is an underrated comfort video genius like seriously... i was facing the horrors of being stuck at home for christmas with a thousand thoughts on my mind and his silly videos were like a nice patch of sunshine. i absolutely agree with dan on phil’s kind energy; he is like those nice people who come talk to you and actually try to make you laugh and feel more at ease if they notice you’re feeling shy. he kept me a LOT of company and i genuinely owe him for that. i can also tell he’s incredibly smart and creative even though his videos now are more casual; he definitely does a lot behind the scenes and he’s an excellent storyteller. i’ve later come to learn that he has also repressed a lot of things for the sake of his audience and probably dan as well, he really has a good heart. also, he resonates a lot with the autistic experience, and regardless of the reason that does make me feel happy and seen

as for dan. well! once i actually started watching his videos firsthand, dan felt like looking at a mirror, which has Impacted Me psychologically. a lot. BUT let’s get the silly stuff out of the way first i immediately understood why my friend has a crush on him 😭😭😭 like i get it!!! i can never bully them for having a crush again because i fucking get it he’s hot he knows it he carries it well! fuck!

but more than that… he immediately made me reflect on myself. i can’t get into my impressions on dan from dapg without saying first that i have had a similar journey with depression and homophobia and repressing everything and he forced me to face that i still have a lot of work to do. i didn’t realize that just knowing i’m queer and acting on it doesn’t automatically mean that i accept myself being queer. that is something that only BIG and hearing dan talk about queerness and mental health made me realize. so right after the omg funny hot nun, i had to kind of reconsider my whole life for a bit… and i’m still in the process of doing that…

more than anything, i think what i’ve felt and keep feeling watching both his older and newer videos is “god i’m so glad he’s out” and “god i’m so glad he can make art”. i just feel so proud of him, so happy he can experience life as himself, so happy that he can laugh and joke about being gay so freely, so happy he can make the art he wants and feel accepted, and so happy that he can proudly smile at his audience now, after i first heard of him as someone who was isolated and scared. again, i projected on him a lot, and i knew about his struggles beforehand, so my impressions are mostly sentimental 😭

all in all they’ve helped me immensely and made my life so much better, both as themselves with their comment and through the community they created over the years. i’ve been a lurker for the past couple of months and what made me come forward and make my own blog is the way their kindness and acceptance extends to their audience and vice versa :)

hopefully that answers your questions and i hope this wasn’t too much oversharing!! i feel like my current place in life influences how i see them and relate to them, and they also influenced me a lot and that contributes to how i perceive them, and so on. putting all these thoughts into words in one place and realizing things about myself bit by bit was really interesting; hopefully the formatting won’t kill those who try to read it. i’m sorry. i wrote this in my notes app 🫡

[twins-of-ithaca]

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This was originally just a Ctimene rp blog but I got bored of that and though: what if twins

So now here we have the “What if Odysseus and Ctimene were twins” Au rp/ask blog 😼

(Btw this blog is run by @vicstxllation )

When I/Mod am talking the text will just be the normal tumblr non colored text

When Ctimene is talking it’ll be pink

And for Odysseus it’ll be red

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Hello, I’m Ctimene, aka the unimportant child of Laertes and Anticlea. Okay shut up. ANYWAYS like I said I’m Ctimene and I decided to convince my- AMAZING- absolute ass of a brother to start this fun blog with me!!

Wow okay really feeling the love, Kit.

Uh huh yeah I felt the love too when you sacrificed my husband

DO YOU WANT ME DEAD?!

….Yes?

‘Kay love you too sis. Anyways Ctimene being a little BUTT aside, I’m Odysseus the very very cool reigning king of Ithaca because I’m the oldest- BY LIKE FIVE MINUTES!- IT STILL COUNTS! ANYWAY AGAIN, because im the oldest. I’m also the one who went on a twenty year absolutely horrific trip to Troy and back

Honestly massive skill issue

I swear to Athena I’m gonna strangle you

Mom would be very sad

… KYS YOU SMELLY RAT

YOU FIRST

BET.

Can you two get along, please?

Oh- OH YEAH THATS WHAT I WAS GOING TO MENTION! Other people in our lives will also probably pop in from time to time which will be shown via other colors: Telemachus - Green, Penelope - Purple, and Athena - Blue, and Update: Iairos - Orange

Just as a heads up so there isn’t any confusion

Also if you are wondering why my color is red: I am the monster rawr rawr rawr seek help, brother.

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Mod has invaded - this is for when I make a post for whatever reason it may be

Ctimene yaps - tag for my text posts (Odysseus chose the tag name, not me. I hate him so much. Oh shush you ARE a yapper. YOU SHUSH!)

The king has spoken - for when I, the way cooler twin, am talking

Thy ask has been answered - for when anyone answers an ask, we’re sharing the answered ask tag for convenience

Twin tales - lore drop tag, basically for if either of us (or on the rare occasion someone else) spills our deep dark backstory Odysseus what deep dark backstory are you on about we were raised as royalty?

Family invasion - tag for if either myself or Telemachus bud in or take over for something. Honestly im probably going to be the one budding in unannounced the most, I doubt mom’ll really be here unless asked to be or if she needs to be. Well you aren’t wrong, dear. Edit: I ALSO GET INCLUDED IN THIS TAG NOW!! >:3 Yeah, you do buddy

Goddess invasion - for when I get dragged into this for most likely something dumb but oh well, I let myself be talked into at least existing on here. Mostly for Telemachus’ sake because he insists on wanting me around

[dawnbirdwhistle]

Mel Medarda Portrait (Arcane)

Ngl, I had quite a few moments of scratching my head while drawing her, such as her hair, such as her tattoos (?), and her face isn't perfect either 😓

I definitely want to draw her again (from the front) sometime in the future to get her features right that way :)

But hey, I hope she is recognizable at least! Even though it's been a bit since I finished Arcane S2, I keep thinking about it xd

More yapping under the cut about my shipping feelings~

I saw this, probably at the Jayvik tag honestly? But I spend like 5 seconds thinking about this and then went: "damn, alright, maybe-"

Spoilers, but...

When she had her scene with Jayce in S1, it felt odd to me? I wasn't sure why tbh xd I really liked her, and I also liked Jayce back then too, but something was off! Damn, I should rewatch season 1 so maybe I can figure out why it felt weird xd But yeah, as quick as I am to ship two characters I like in general, I didn't ship them. I was like "huh, okay, doesn't matter" Anyway, I have been in Jayvik HELL since finishing S2 bc "what do you mean 'In all timelines... In all possibilities only you can show me this' 😭" Like SIR, I have shipped characters before for way less than ✨cosmic neck-grabbing and forehead-touching as we become one with the universe with my bro✨before 😭😭 So YEAH, I was so confused about why I didn't ship Mel and Jayce! Especially when I first saw Mel my jaw dropped. My poor bisexual heart holy shit- I mean surely you know since you read this far, but she is, dare I say, the most beautiful person in that show?? (ofc for me, she is haha) And I am a huge Viktor simp.

Sooooo, someone help me? How does this brainrot stop, idk 💃💃

But until I have it, I will keep making art that I hope you'll enjoy <3

[h34rt-dr1v3]

[*DALING I CAN SHOW YOU WHETE MY HEART HIDES…~ <3]

Hello Dears! Names Lovebyte!~ and I was told about this … ‘Blog’ tread by the flesh bag ‘m00r3’ ?? (God human names am I right??) ,and I figured why not make one and spread my viru-I MEAN share more information about me to the public?

So ask me any questions! I would just … l0v3 to answer you, darling <3

VENDING MACHINES OF LOVE!<3

(And others ig)

LOVE BYTE! (He/him) (Heartshock-32)

S4V10R (Any) (static strike)

MY tags! (Things I like/Me yapping<3)

#Loverstalk - just me talking~

#loverslooks -things I find appealing <3

BASIC INFORMATION

(God why do I have to do this part-)

Designation: Love-Byte (aka Heartshock-32)

Gender: Mech/Male

Pronouns: He/him (but I do not mind being called anything else <3 )

Age: (In vorns)

Faction: Decepticons

Function: Spy

Abilities: Making you fall for me ~ mind control/hypnosis, agility, strength, speed, hallucination mist, virus controller

MOD/ADIMIN/CREATOR NAME: M00R3 / Moore

Pronouns: She/Her

Hi hello I’m Moore!! The little bisexual who made this acc, bc my wife got my hooked and I was very hyper about my little blorbo<3

I made this bastard bc why not? I haven’t seen any mfers that are not like he, so screw it!!! :3

Tagez

#mooretalks - my bullshit/me yapping <3

#KAYY - MY LOVEEE <333 ~

SIDE ACCOUNTS

@m00r3-cha0s - MAIN

@3ndl3ss-ch40sz - SHADOW MILK BLOG !~

OTHER MOOTS (my creator tells me these will be in my interest…)

@knockouts-medibay

A doctor?! I don’t under this-why-huh-what about him am I supposed to enjoy??

@lord-starscream

He seems…interesting, annoying, yes—BUT I see much potential just waiting there. . .

@silenceofthewave

So…quiet…EUGH-

@decepticonjusticedivisonrevival

So

Many … many folkes in there…so different

<3

Others coming soon~

[myloveforhergoeson]

celebration!

looking for a reason to celebrate today? so am i!

get yourself a sweet treat! you deserve it for all the hard work you've done recently, even if you don't think you do! (i'm enjoying a cupcake as we speak!)

listen to your favorite song, album, or podcast! it'll make you feel better, i promise!

allow yourself some time to rest! five minutes here, five minutes there, the rest of the afternoon, your entire eventing - whatever you can afford!

watch your favorite youtube video, tv show, or movie! (this ties nicely into the last one huh?)

if you're celebrating for the same reason i am... the first year anniversary of my fic That's All She Wrote... here's some things we can do together!

go back and read your favorite parts or chapters! then come back and tell me about them and i might have some juicy bts info for you...

make sure to comment/like/kudos if you haven't already on your preferred reading platform, (tumblr, wattpad, or ao3!)

share with your friends if you're comfortable! if they like oc fics, big time rush, and long fics! tasw is fandom-blind friendly, has an achingly long slowburn, and has a strong female lead character if those are selling points!

make a post if you're comfortable, thoughts and rambles about the story, your own interpretations of scenes, drabbles, whatever! and tag me!

but wait! that's not all! i have questions for you!

share with me your future predictions or theories for the next few chapters to the end of the story!

favorite characters? tell me why! lets talk about them!

any burning questions not answered by the narrative or parts that seem vague and you'd like more clarification on? let me know! i'm a yapping machine!

anything i left out you're missing? let me tell you how i'd include it, why i didn't, or how it might pop up in the future!

any reoccurring themes you've noticed? (perhaps done unintentionally by me... but still cool to talk about...)

and finally... thank you! thank you whoever is reading this, for whatever reason! thank you! whether you've been here since last year or last night, your support and appreciation for my story means the world. having this creative outlet has brought me so much joy, and i'm honored to share it with you all. knowing other people are just as interested in my work as i am makes my heart literally soar. so join me in celebration, for whatever reason it may be! <333

[befallenstars-archive]

This'll be the first time that I read one of your works, Ze! Hope you don't mind me yapping. It's recently become a small routine/habit of mine🫂

Spoilers and lots of yapping under the cut!

I wanna start off with the tags. My reaction was pretty normal until I read the "(ajax licks) blood and tears". Was I deterred? No, I was invested. Oh, my...all enemies and no lovers??? Tension only??? I just know this'll be good.

Brb, I'll listen to the song first...

Huh, I'd definitely trust your music taste.

The snow falls thick and fast, yet the village continues to burn. Screams and shouts of villagers, mixed with the clashing of metal, rise above the roar of devouring flames of blue.

Okay! We're diving straight into this. Love that actually.

Those who fail to meet the fae’s standards are left alone, shivering and watching in the cold. 

I GOT GOOSEBUMPS.

The way you write scratches my brain just right. Even better that your style of writing genuinely matches the overall dark vibe you're going for. I can literally feel it in my bones.

Gently grabbing your shoulders before shaking you bc I fell in love at first work with your writing. I need to read more of your works, Ze! Omg, why did it take so long before my dash gifted me with it? I should've looked for it myself!

Sorry, just not-so casually a sucker for your writing style.

It is the most luxurious piece of clothing you own; a beautiful dark green cloth lined with fur, decorated by unfinished hand-embroidered leaves and flowers and bunnies—a project you’ve been chipping away at this winter.

I already noticed this with the way you described the horses but there's truly just something about the way you do it. Like I can oh so easily imagine whatever it is you are narrating

I LOVE THE TINY DETAILS

Snowflakes continue to fall, decorating your hair and eyelashes with diamonds, while the shoulders of your cloak become dusted in sugar. 

Is it bad to say that I wanna eat your fics? (affectionately(?))

The snow dances around you and you can’t help but indulge in a spin, cloak sweeping out around you in a swirl of deep green. Your huff of laughter is stolen by the wind, but the delight within you remains.

I think I fell in love—

You have a writing style that gives me fairy tale kind of vibes. Even if it's dark. It would be so fun reading this out loud with theatrics and some drama.

In my head? I'm doing just that. It is so good.

...

All of this is so good that I can't pick one line and yap about.

You know he is fae right away by his unnatural beauty. His hair glimmers a coppery orange under the light of the full moon, all windswept and dusted in snow. His eyes seem to glow as they scan you from head to toe, a blue just a shade darker than that of the flames destroying the village. Ears taper into a fine point and from his left one dangles a deep red crystal that only makes you think of blood. He smiles, then, as you observe him. His canines are sharp and long, like that of a fox, and you are frozen with wide, shining eyes of a bunny.

GODS

WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO WRITE A SCENE THE WAY YOU DO—

IT'S JUST SO???? I CANT EVEN DO JUSTICE TO DESCRIBE IT. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE.

You don’t think he’s talking solely about the snow. 

I am so deeply immersed in this fic that I physically swallowed when I read this.

He laughs, throwing his head back as the sound erupts from his throat. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his breath beading in the winter air.

...For the love of— I have thoughts but I shan’t say them out loud for propriety's sake.

He had not intended to take you back to the fae realm, but then you had to go and run.

THAT WAS FOUL

“Ouch,” the fae calls after you. His voice is loud and clear, and you know he’s only getting closer. “Don’t hurt yourself too much trying to escape, okay?”

🙂💢

I dunno, there was something about this that just got on my nerves.

...

It was not in 2025 bingo card to find myself having a tiny crush on this man AGAIN.

What in the sadomasochism...

Nope. No. Bye—

“Are you done?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone. “If not, I can do this all night.”

I just want to be slightly violent. Just a bit.

...and you realize you are at this fae’s mercy, pinned like a prized butterfly in a collection; all pretty and helpless, on display for him to study.

Mnh...yes...I am...slightly dysfunctional.

Sitting in my chair with my back slightly hunched and a hand over my lips as I question myself.

“Try that again, I dare you.” His voice is rough and yet it doesn’t sound like a threat.

......................

Zipping my mouth closed.

...the sensation of your nails digging into his abdomen is not one he’ll forget anytime soon.

What if I actually lose it?

Mnh? Ze? Will you take accountability?!

He tastes the lie and grins. “That’s not true now, is it?”

Okay, I am brought by to sanity by the genuine question of what the hell does a lie taste like?

Ajax is enchanted. Has he ever seen a human so beautiful?

And I am back to the edge of my sanity. Lovely.

His groan of delight is overlapped by your whimper, the cut on your cheek stinging as fear flows through your veins.

...slamming my head on the table right now.

What— no, I?? This is...am I really? No...what? Hahaha. That's not...maybe?

Ajax grins, taking in the vision before him. “You’re perfect.”

I'm going insane.

Okay, the note was really cute tho??? I'm sorry but I imagine it in a chibi kind of style where Targtaglia's standing by the door while reader collects their stuff. Maybe doggo will betray the reader by being nice to Tartraglia, who absolutely eats it up when the reader glares at both him and the dog.

EASY ON THE EYES, EASIER TO HATE. tartaglia x reader ✧ 2.7k words

when the fae raid your village to take humans into their realm, you think you’ll be safe in the woods. but you run into a fae who introduces himself as tartaglia and realize it might have been safer for you to stay at home.

tags and warnings ✧  fae!tartaglia, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), reader sews and tailors clothes for a living, the fae are pretty brutal, mentions of violence, (ajax licks) blood and tears, chasing (predator prey dynamic), manhandling, all enemies and no lovers (only tension oops). note ✧ this is a darker fic compared to most of my writing; please let me know if I need to tag anything else! title inspired by the song "psycho" by taylor acorn. a gift for @cruel-hiraeth for teahouse's secret santa! happy new year, kae! i hope this fic helps you start off the year right by loving hating tartaglia >u< this was lots of fun to write hehe and got a little long because the au ran away from me... i hope you enjoy! love you lots <3

The snow falls thick and fast, yet the village continues to burn. Screams and shouts of villagers, mixed with the clashing of metal, rise above the roar of devouring flames of blue.

The fae are here.

They pull people out of their beds, pushing them into the streets. Turn their faces toward the light of a burning house—looking for the beautiful humans, still young and nimble. Or searching for evidence of skill in the arts; a pretty face matters little if one can produce beautiful things in ways that the fae cannot. Those who fail to meet the fae’s standards are left alone, shivering and watching in the cold. 

The humans the fae deem acceptable meet a much worse fate. They are picked up and thrown in the back of carts, drawn by horses with ears too long and manes too wild, their coats unusually glossy and vibrant. The chosen who try to escape are bound with rope that cruelly digs into skin. Those who try to fight are taken down brutally, then laughed at as they writhe on the ground—though the fae make sure no permanent damage is done, for that would defeat the purpose of the raid.

A fae bearing a torch of blue flames brings it up to the walls of each house of those who have been chosen. The blue catches on the wood unnaturally quickly, spreading with a voracious hunger despite the wind and snow. Within the hour, nothing will remain besides a pile of ash. 

But by then, the fae and the chosen villagers will be long gone.

You are lucky that sleep is so elusive tonight.

Earlier, after tossing and turning in bed for ages, you give up on trying to fall asleep. It is hard to leave your dog who has curled up beside you in a ball of white fluff, but you press a kiss between her ears before changing into some warmer layers. You sweep a thick winter cloak over your shoulders. It is the most luxurious piece of clothing you own; a beautiful dark green cloth lined with fur, decorated by unfinished hand-embroidered leaves and flowers and bunnies—a project you’ve been chipping away at this winter. Putting on boots that have long since been molded to the shape of your feet, you leave your house to catch some fresh air and possibly tire yourself out along the way.

The blanket of pure white is beautiful. The full moon makes everything glitter as snow stretches from the outskirts of the village into the forests beyond. Snowflakes continue to fall, decorating your hair and eyelashes with diamonds, while the shoulders of your cloak become dusted in sugar. 

It is so quiet out here. The whistling of the wind and the thoughts in your head are the only sounds you hear. You are used to this, though. Every day you sew and tailor clothes in the back of the village’s clothing store, often alone for hours on end with nothing but your thoughts for company.

A strong gust of wind rocks you on your feet. Clutching your cloak tighter and tossing the fur-lined hood up over your head, you turn your back on the forest to face the trail of footsteps you’ve made through the snow. You should head home.

Still, you take your time approaching the village. The snow dances around you and you can’t help but indulge in a spin, cloak sweeping out around you in a swirl of deep green. Your huff of laughter is stolen by the wind, but the delight within you remains.

Then the first scream rips through the night.

You freeze. Scanning the houses on the outskirts of the village reveals no dangers.

Another cry follows the first and you know something must be terribly wrong. 

You start running toward the village, kicking up snow as your mind races. Perhaps someone is getting robbed—but no one in town would dare. Or based on the growing amount of cries and shouts, maybe something happened that has injured a lot of people. A fire?

As you make it to the buildings, you see that you are right. Fire engulfs one of the homes on the far side of town, the flames reaching for the sky. A shudder runs through you at the sight, for the flames are unnaturally blue, and though this is the first time you’ve seen such a thing, you have heard of the stories and warnings about the cyan fire and those that accompany it.

You will not let the fae take you.

Whirling around, you sprint for the woods. The screams of the other villagers ring in your ears, but you know it is impossible for you to take on a single fae, let alone an army of them. They are here to steal humans away. For what, you’re not sure, but it can’t be for anything good. Though you doubt they would choose to take you, the best way to make sure you can see the sunrise tomorrow is to hide in the woods and avoid them all.

Reaching the treeline seems to take ages. You keep looking over your shoulder as you run, half expecting to have been spotted, but you only see more and more flames of blue burning houses to the ground.

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of your home being set ablaze—your dog!—but then you remember the fae only burn the houses of the humans they take and relief washes over you.

With your thoughts consumed by the safety of your dog, you don’t notice that you have slowed, trying to catch your breath in the midst of the trees. Nor do you notice that you aren’t alone anymore, until the newcomer starts speaking.

“My, my. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

Dread sinks like a stone in your stomach. You spin, eyes wide as they land on the source of those playful and teasing words, leaning against a nearby tree with his arms crossed.

You know he is fae right away by his unnatural beauty. His hair glimmers a coppery orange under the light of the full moon, all windswept and dusted in snow. His eyes seem to glow as they scan you from head to toe, a blue just a shade darker than that of the flames destroying the village. Ears taper into a fine point and from his left one dangles a deep red crystal that only makes you think of blood. He smiles, then, as you observe him. His canines are sharp and long, like that of a fox, and you are frozen with wide, shining eyes of a bunny.

He hums and tilts his head. It is then that you remember he asked a question, and your throat works to find your voice to answer him. “I was out for a stroll,” you manage to say, words somehow steady despite your fluttering pulse.

It’s a half-truth, but half-truths are half-lies, and there’s the slightest hint of bitterness in the back of Ajax’s throat that always accompanies humans’ lies. “Oh, really? And was that before or after we made our presence known?”

“Before, actually,” you tell him honestly. “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk. The snow is beautiful and the moon is bright—it’s pretty, is it not?” If you talk enough, maybe he’ll lose interest so you can make a run for it. You don’t know much about fae, but with the way he’s dressed in nicer clothing than what most men in your village wear, surely he won’t care for running through the snowy forest.

He smiles. “It is pretty.” His eyes refuse to leave your frame, and a shiver runs through you. You don’t think he’s talking solely about the snow. 

Pushing off the tree, he takes a few steps forward, nearly silent despite the boots he wears. He stops when you stiffen, clutching your cloak tighter in your hands. “Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Tartaglia,” he says, picking one of his many names to give you. “And you are?”

You press your lips together and force a smile. Even you know not to give the fae your name, no matter how much of a gentleman he is pretending to be. Your stomach rolls, unease making your heart rate pick up again. “I’m-” You see the way he perks up in interest, expecting a name. “I’m leaving,” you spit out, turn on your heels, and run.

Ajax watches you leave, the green of your cloak billowing out behind you like a rabbit’s tail inviting him to chase. He laughs, throwing his head back as the sound erupts from his throat. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his breath beading in the winter air.

He had not intended to take you back to the fae realm, but then you had to go and run. And he wouldn’t dare to let all your hard work go to waste—so he’ll participate in the delightful hunt you’ve set up for him.

The ground is uneven beneath your feet. It is hard to tell where the tree roots are under the thick layer of snow and each breath of air feels like tiny needles stabbing your lungs. But you push on, feet pounding as quickly as you can force yourself to go.

You want to be as far away from that fae as you can get. He had not looked like he was going to chase you when you last saw him, laughing as you ran away, but there was a look in his eyes that pushed you to keep running.

When you toss a quick glance over your shoulder, your breath hitches and terror rushes through you.

He’s there. In the distance, but you can see him, weaving through the trees at an inhuman pace, his long legs carrying him far. He is gaining on you and you fear what he will do when he catches you.

You push yourself to run even harder, but your legs burn and your throat feels tight. In your haste, you fail to see the lower hanging branches of a nearby tree. A cry tears from your lips as a thin branch slices through the skin of your cheek, but you barely feel the pain with your face nearly frozen from the cold.

“Ouch,” the fae calls after you. His voice is loud and clear, and you know he’s only getting closer. “Don’t hurt yourself too much trying to escape, okay?”

Through your huffs for air, you manage to shout back at him. “Piss off! Leave me alone!”

Ajax grins, closing the distance. “I don’t think I will,” he says.

He lunges forward and grabs a fistful of your cloak. You stumble from the pull, tripping over your feet. He uses the momentum to spin you around, pushing you backward until you hit a tree, forcing the air from your lungs. His body presses against yours right after, caging you in with one leg wedged between your own.

“Let go of me!” you shout, slamming your fists into his chest. You try shoving all of your weight into him but he simply presses back harder until his chest is flush against yours. 

He laughs—laughs!—as you struggle against him, kicking and yelling and throwing your weight from side to side. He does not budge at all under the onslaught. You do everything you can, but only wear yourself out, leaning back against the tree to catch your breath.

“Are you done?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone. “If not, I can do this all night.”

His reaction makes your blood boil, most of your fear buried beneath anger. You glare down past his arm that still grips your cloak and catch sight of a sliver of pale skin peeking through the folds of his clothes. Moving your gaze back up to his face, you spit out, “I hope you die.”

And then you dig your nails into the exposed skin of his stomach, sink your teeth into the arm holding onto your cloak, and shove with all your might.

Ajax stumbles backward. 

You rip yourself out of his hold, twist your body to the side, taking one step forward, free-

Arms wrap around your waist and throw you back toward the tree. Your feet catch on his boot, making you lose your balance, perfect for Ajax to maneuver your body as he wills. This time, he pins your hands above your head, one large hand grasping your wrists, while his other arm presses as an immovable bar across your collarbones. One leg forces its way between your own, and you realize you are at this fae’s mercy, pinned like a prized butterfly in a collection; all pretty and helpless, on display for him to study.

You look down. You don’t want to see the anger on his face before he retaliates for your actions.

The arm across your chest shifts and you flinch as gloved fingers grab your chin, firm but not painful as he tilts your head, forcing you to look at him. You’re taken aback by the grin on his face, canines bared and bloodthirsty, but his eyes are amused.

“Try that again, I dare you.” His voice is rough and yet it doesn’t sound like a threat.

Your eyes grow wide. This kind of a creature is not one you will be able to escape, at least not now—unarmed except for your teeth and nails.

Ajax lets go of your chin, pulling back slightly. He’s delighted by the fire within you. When he first saw you, running toward the woods, he simply thought you a pretty coward. But oh you dared to fight back, using what little defenses humans naturally have, and you even broke skin. Though his fae blood allows him to rapidly heal, the sensation of your nails digging into his abdomen is not one he’ll forget anytime soon.

As he looks away from your face to take you all in, now that you’re not struggling to escape, his gaze catches on your cloak. His eyes light up, tracing over the exquisitely stitched leaves and plants of various green threads, mixed occasionally with lively bunnies of soft browns. There’s a rabbit still unfinished, just a cute head and perked ears, awaiting its body to bring it to life. 

“Did you make this?” Ajax asks, thumb brushing over the embroidery.

“No,” you gasp, heart sinking.

He tastes the lie and grins. “That’s not true now, is it?”

It’s over. Now that he knows you are skilled at sewing, he has all the reasons he needs to bring you into his realm. Despair is a heavy weight, mixed with frustration and anger. Tears well in your eyes and slide down the curves of your face. A few droplets spread into the cut on your left cheek, mixing with the beading blood that stains your skin.

Ajax is enchanted. Has he ever seen a human so beautiful?

He can’t stop himself from leaning in even closer until his nose nearly presses against your ear. There’s a moment where you hear him inhale. Then his tongue swipes up your cheek, lapping up tears and blood. His groan of delight is overlapped by your whimper, the cut on your cheek stinging as fear flows through your veins.

His fingers grip your chin again and he turns your head to the other side. Warmth travels up your cheek as he licks your tears, before pulling away with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

As you gasp for breath, he takes in the sight of more tears streaming down your face, shed in mourning for the loss of your life in the human world. Shudders run through you until your tears slow, giving time for your heart to harden. Slowly, you open your eyes to meet his gaze, yours now blazing with fury and hatred.

Ajax grins, taking in the vision before him. “You’re perfect.”

note ✧ ajax makes you point out your home and he gets to dig through your stuff as you collect a few things to take with you. don't worry, doggo gets to come with and is treated very well (fae like animals more than humans, usually).

this is not quite the type of thing i usually write, but i hope it was still an enjoyable read! i'd love to hear what you think c:

[walhalla]

I told you I had Wakasa brainrot. Tagging @kantorevengers cause she has Wakasa brainrot too.

cw: nsfw - fem!reader, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), creampie, wakasa is a bit mean ig??

It was one of the days Wakasa brought you along to Brahman's meetings. It's a small reunion today, just the executives and Senju. Akashi was the one doing most of the talking, something about division organization or whatever, you weren't really listening. To be fair, no one was. Benkei was blankly staring at the ceiling, Senju was dozing off and Wakasa was too focused on the way his fingers went in and out of you below the table.

"...so that's basically what we have to do" Akashi finished, standing before you like a professor teaching a class.

"Shit." You accidentally cursed when Wakasa hit a sensitive spot inside of you.

"What?" Akashi deadpanned. "Last time I checked, you weren't a part of Brahman."

Wakasa snorts, trying to hide his amusement. "Chill, Akashi, she's probably tired of your yapping." he says looking at you straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm just getting a bit... hot" you say, not wanting to let Wakasa win.

"Really? Let's go outside for a bit, babe." he suggests, knowing full well you're not going out for a breath. "Fill me out on the details later, 'kay?" With that, he slides his fingers out of your pussy to take his hand in yours and guides you out the door.

The hideout was located in a back alley. A discreet building, chosen for discreet matters. Like fucking Brahman's top executive Wakasa Imaushi.

"You're mean." You say once you step outside.

"And you're so fucking wet." he steps closer to you, trapping you against the wall. "Do you really like it that much? Getting your cunt stuffed with those fuckers in the room." He doesn't break eye contact while he unzips your skirt and lets it fall on the floor. The cold breeze of the night makes you shudder when you feel it against your wet underwear.

"Look at you, how vulgar." He says while he unbuttons your shirt. "Dropping your clothes for a man in a back alley, truly outrageous."

"Don't act like you aren't enjoying this." You teased, noticing his hard on against your thigh.

"I wouldn't. I'm the most vulgar and outrageous of them all." he replies with a small laugh. "Now be a good girl and get on your knees."

You do as he says and wait eagerly as he unzips his pants, taking his cock out and giving it a couple strokes right in front of your face.

"Open." His tone stern while he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You obey, opening your mouth wide. "Tongue." Again, you comply. He gathers some spit on his tongue and lets it fall slowly until it hits yours. Just as you feel his warm saliva entering your mouth, Wakasa stuffs his whole length in your mouth in a rough thrust. Your eyes start filling with tears while you're trying to suppress your gag reflex. The man was never one to hold back, fucking your mouth at a fast pace he grabbed the hair on the back of your head.

"That's it, baby." He tilts his head back in bliss, groaning. After a few more rapid thrusts, he releases the grip on your hair and lets you catch your breath.

"Wakasa..." you say, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

"What, baby?" He cups your cheek with his hand. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me." You softly tell him, still on your knees. "Please, Wakasa."

"Since you asked so nicely." He says with his usual bored expression. "Up." You stand up and wait for his next command. He taps your thigh below your hip. "Hop on." You jump into his arms, your faces mere inches from each other.

"Please..." you're getting desperate, the heat on your lower stomach getting stronger by the minute.

"Someone's getting impatient." He smiles against your lips, leaning in to kiss you right after that. The kiss started soft but promptly got more and more passionate, tongues dancing around and moans escaping from your mouths. Without breaking the kiss, Wakasa supports your weight with one hand while he slips the other between you to move your underwear aside.

"Ready, love?" His tip brushing your entrance and his voice so close to you makes you nod immediately. He takes your mouth in a kiss as he pushes his lenght inside you, making both of you moan into the kiss.

"Fuck, that's good." He grips your ass with force, lifting you up and bringing you down again while his nails dig into your skin. You grab his hair with your hands around his neck, trying your best to keep quiet. "Feeling good?" He laughs softly when he sees you struggling to contain your moans.

"Yeah... 's good" your voice is merely a whisper. "More, please..."

"I haven't stopped, you greedy thing." Wakasa replies with a hard thrust that makes you bring your hand to your mouth to avoid your whines to echo through the narrow streets of the alley.

"W-waka... I'm gonna... haah... I'm gonna cum!" you feel yourself getting closer, dazed from the pleasure.

"Cum, pretty thing. Let me feel you." Wakasa whispers against your lips before trapping them in a kiss once again. You feel your climax come through as his tongue wanders through your mouth, almost biting him when you finally release the tension that built up in your stomach.

"Fuck, that's it." He buries his face in your shoulder, his moves getting sloppier. "You want my cum inside you, baby? You want that?" You nod, getting dizzy from the overstimulation.

"Cum inside me, please Wakasa" you cry against his ear.

"Fuck, gonna cum." He says as he thrusts deeply, releasing into you with a groan. He rests his head on yours, catching his breath before giving you one last kiss and puts you down. You lean on him, feeling your knees falter.

"You okay?" Wakasa asks putting an arm around your waist for support.

Yeah, I'm fine, but..." Wakasa looks at you, expecting your answer. "Your ruined my skirt." You say, looking at the piece of clothing left forgotten on the floor.

"Oh, you're right... I'm sorry, I'll buy you another one." Wakasa apologizes.

"That's not the problem, Waka." He looks at you, confused by your words. "I don't have any spare clothes." Wakasa looks at you with a serious face for a second, but a laugh escapes his mouth.

"It's not funny!" You whine. "How am I supposed to go home like this?" Still laughing, Wakasa takes off the top part of Brahman's uniform.

"Here." He hands you the oversized jacket. "I'm gonna need that back, though."

Just as you were about to thank him, the door opens with the three other members exiting the building.

"I guess you took the part of Brahman thing pretty badly." Akashi says when he sees the gang's uniform on you.

"She was cold. I'm not gonna let her freeze to death." Wakasa states.

"Weren't you hot?" Senju asks.

"Huh?" You let out not knowing what to say, your cheeks starting to heat up.

"You were hot, that's why you went out in the first place." Senju insists.

"Leave those two idiots be, it's getting late." Akashi sighs. "Let's go, pipsqueak." He starts walking towards the main street, Senju following behind him.

"Nice skirt you got there, y/n." Benkei laughs, pointing at the skirt laying dirty on the floor.

"Shut up." You blush and look away, hoping Wakasa would get you out of this situation.

"Yeah, where did you buy it? I think I'm gonna get the same one for me." Not helping, Wakasa joins in on the joke.

"I'm leaving." You say, getting away from the two men.

"Wait, I'll get you home." Wakasa follows after you.

"Whatever, let's go. I don't wanna walk around like this." You say, pouting at him.

"You look adorable though." He reaches for your hand and interlaces your fingers.

"You're not taking the skirt?" Benkei asks when he sees you walk away.

"Keep it, I'm sure it'll look great on you, Benkei." Wakasa raises his voice so it reaches the other man, laughing along with you.