#you will prove me wrong there probably....

[tintitw]

More of butcher!simon cause we all love him

Tw: breeding kink, mentions of masturbation, mentions of pregnancy.

butcher!simon who fists his wet, meaty cock at night thinking about your little smile, increasing his tempo, imagining that its not his callused hand but your pretty, probably very tight and wet little pussy and innocently selling you the best meat he has the next day. He would love you to have his meat

butcher!simon who's already seeing you pregnant with his healthy, chubby baby, the thought of it practically can make poor man drool like a old nasty dog. That's the reason why he started to spend a lot of time in baby clothes aisle, choosing things for your future baby, getting weird looks from people. He's so delulu prove me wrong

butcher!simon that set the goal to feed you up for a healthy pregnancy because you seemed so petite and little to him like it was a butcher's instinct. Means every time you visit his little shop he have always had some fresh meat cuts and cooked and packed meat for you!

"The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach" he grinned.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Sources of Strength | j. s. | 4

Jake Seresin x school counselor!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. A little bit of anxiety but not much else

Author’s Note: Jake is a softy deep down I can feel it in my fucking BONES okay. Also I was gonna make this smutty but decided that Bob Floyd is who fucks and Jake Seresin is just a romantic idiot deep down

Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

“Now how did I know you drove a pickup truck?” She asks as she climbs into the front seat, smirking at him.

“If you tell me my truck is overcompensating for something,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at her in a playful way. “I’ll prove you wrong right here and now.”

There’s a moment where he thinks she’s actually considering it, but then she shrugs and buckles herself in with a devilish little grin on her face. Jake watches her for a second longer, taking in the cheekiness she’s trying to hide. It’s just there, just barely under the surface, and he knows she’s trying so hard to bite her tongue. 

He’s determined that the moment she’s mean to him, he’s gonna kiss her. 

“So where are you taking me?” She asks, and Jake is only a little disappointed that it’s not snarky. “Can’t be dinner, since it’s only two. I didn’t really take you as an early bird.”

“Can’t diagnose me again?” He teases, grinning at her. She rolls her eyes as hee gives a casual shrug, pulling out of her driveway. “Here and there.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He scoffs, reaching over to pat her knee playfully. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doin’, sweetheart. But that’s for me to know and you to be very pleasantly surprised by.” 

When he moves to take his hand away, she stops him –her hand resting on top of his, back on her knee. It’s not subtle by any means, but the way she’s smiling tells him that she isn’t trying to be. Subtlety isn’t his thing anyway; especially when he squeezes her knee gently and grins at her. 

“I can’t wait,” she says, and it sounds like a confession. Soft, a little unsure, but there’s an underlying excitement that tints the statement. 

Their first stop is one of his favorites –Balboa Park. He’s sure she’s been here; anyone that’s lived in San Diego long enough has been, he’s certain. But it’s not specifically the park he’s taking her to; it’s the little Japanese cafe that he refuses to tell anyone he goes to. And when she gets out of the truck, she seems surprised –looking around her like she was expecting something over the top.

She’s even more surprised when the lady at the counter greets him by name.

“Do you come here a lot?” She asks as he pulls out her chair.

“Couple times a month, probably,” he admits, sitting down across from her. “They have a curry bowl I like, and pretty much any kinda tea you’d like.”

“I didn’t take you as a tea drinker,” she teases, glancing over the menu as she does.

“I grew up in Texas,” he explains, grinning at her as he does. “California sweet tea is…awful, honestly. But I like a good excuse to try different things ‘til I find a little taste of home.”

“California sweet tea is the worst,” she agrees, leaning forward. “I’m from Georgia –nothing compares.”

“Thank you!” He laughs, leaning back in his chair with a bright grin on his face. He can tell that his cheeks are going to hurt by the end of the night. “No one else seems to understand that there is a significant difference between iced tea and sweet tea.”

“Oh my god, I know.”

He’s staring. He knows he’s staring, but he can’t help it –she’s laughing; genuinely, fully. And Jake thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. And when she looks up at him, and he doesn’t look away, she immediately looks back at the menu –but he can see it. The little quirk in her lips, like she’s trying to not smile at him.

“What’s your favorite then, cowboy?” She asks, just glancing up slightly at him. Like she’s hiding from him.

“Depends,” he offers, leaning forward now to get closer to her. He pulls the menu from her hands, and she’s forced to look at him now. She can act all mean all she likes, but Jake can see through her just as much as she can him. “I like my coffee black, but my tea sweet. So I try to find somethin��� between the two here,” he points at the menu. “Also depends on the weather. If it’s cold, I’ll get a hot tea. If it’s hot, I’ll get it iced. Might try somethin’ new today though.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, glancing over the menu for a second before he smirks at her. “Maybe somethin’ with a little bite that’s actually sweet at the end.”

She stares at him for a moment, and that little quirk of her lips breaks into a sheepish smile, like she can’t help it. “That was…that was good, I’ll give you that.”

By the time they finish up at the cafe, and meander their way back to his truck, Jake has checked his watch at least four times. 

She thinks the date is going well –she’s having a great time. And she kind of thought he was too, given that he’s got his arm around her shoulders, and he’s still holding her hand at the same time, as they walk through the Japanese gardens. Their little tea date was the best thing she’s experienced in a long time, and the way he kept looking at her –keeps looking at her, honestly –is enough to drive her a little crazy.

But every time he looks at his watch, she feels a twinge of anxiety; like he’s trying to wrap this up and get out of here. 

When they’re back at his truck, he opens the door for her and smiles.

Then glances at his watch. 

Just a quick, “probably didn’t even see the time” look. 

“Oh my god,” she snaps, turning to face him. She’s refusing to get in the truck, putting her hands out to…block him? She’s not even sure what she’s doing. “Why do you keep checking your watch? Was this really that bad?”

Jake puts his hands up, and brows raised with obvious confusion on his face. And once again —she feels like an asshole. 

“I just —I’m sorry,” she back tracks, dropping her hands and wringing her wrists. “You keep checking your watch. And that’s…that’s like body language 101. I just —if this isn’t going as well as I hoped it was, I’d just like to —,”

Her rambling is cut off by Jake taking her face in his calloused hands and kissing her hard. There’s a little surprise, but instead of pulling back, she melts into the touch, hands finding the belt loops of his jeans to anchor herself to him. He’s smiling into the kiss, she can feel it, and she’s stuck between pulling away to see the smile or pulling him into the damn truck.

But he’s the one that’s pulling away —and she’s disappointed twice over because he’s not smiling —he’s smirking at her. As she stands there flustered and confused —he’s smirking. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you overthink things?” He asks, but there’s a teasing hint in his voice and his eyes. 

“Every person I’ve ever dated,” she admits —not really on purpose, because who admits that? But because she’s too flustered to think of anything else.

“Yeah, that checks out,” he laughs, pulling back to show her his watch. It’s 4:33 and she’s confused by what he’s trying to show her. “Sun sets at 4:53. We got twenty minutes to get somewhere that’s seventeen minutes from this spot.”

“Oh,” she sighs, covering her face with her hands. “God, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll accept your apology if you get in the damn truck, sweetheart.”

She nods quickly and hops in, feeling his hands hovering just in case she falls. Then he’s in the truck himself, peeling out of the parking lot with a grin on his face. 

“Stay here,” he warns after he backs into a little pull off that’s really only big enough for one car (two, really, but his truck takes up more space than it should). “Don’t peek.”

He likes that she’s about to argue, but he shuts the door and half jogs around the back of the truck, opening the tailgate. Everything is back there already, but he hops up and pulls out the comforter and pillows he stuffed into the tool box. She’s turned around, and he knocks on the window, pointing at her with accusing eyes and a smirk. She rolls her eyes and turns around. 

Jake’s going to count that eye roll as a mean comment, so he’s going to have to kiss her again soon. 

He opens up the cooler bag in the tool case and sets out the wine and two glasses, then pulls out a bouquet of wildflowers. A little wilted but still pretty as he sets them with the wine. He glances at his watch; one minute. Then he’s hopping down and opening the car door. 

“C’mon, beautiful,” he orders softly, taking her hand and helping her down. 

“You’re cutting it really close,” she jokes as he pulls her to the back of the truck. “I don’t know why —,”

But Jake cuts her off by lifting her up, setting her in the bed of the truck with a chuckle. She looks a bit surprised —he assumes because he lifted her up, but she’s looking around the truck bed as he climbs up and situates himself against the pillows. He gives himself a mental pat on the back –and notes that he needs to thank Bob’s future wife for her advice.

“Wow, Jake,” she breathes out, running her hands over the blanket for a moment before her eyes land on the wine and the flowers. “Jake —just wow,” she repeats, finally looking up at him. 

“You keep sayin’ my name like that and we won’t be here to see the sunset.”

She blushes but rolls her eyes, throwing her head with a laugh. Jake decides that he’s going to make her laugh any chance he gets, because it is really music to his ears.

Once she’s settled in, he hands her a glass of wine then leans back against the side of the tool box with the pillows behind them. She mirrors his position, but she pulls her knees up and rests them against his thigh. When they’re both comfortable, and watching the sun lower against the horizon, Jake shifts closer. So does she. Neither of them are subtle by means, which Jake thinks is a blessing when he wraps his arm around her shoulders and she immediately rests her head on his. 

It’s a comfortable silence as the sky melts into pinks and oranges before the sun finally drops below the horizon. Even as the stars start coming out, and the night starts to take over the last remaining hints of the day, they don’t move. He’s set down his wine at some point, resting his other hand on her knee that’s practically in his lap, and he absently rubs circles into her skin.

“Thank you,” she finally says, and there’s a softness in her voice he hasn’t heard before –like she’s letting him in. Finally letting go of…whatever she thought of him before. It’s unguarded, and sincere. And he thinks she’s not just thanking him for the date, but for proving her wrong.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he says and he knows he’s trying to keep himself from smiling like a fool. “Unless this is your way of admittin’ I’m not the worst date you’ve ever had.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s no heat behind it –just that smile that he’s been trying to get out of her all night. “No comment,” she counters, but she doesn’t look away from him.

Neither does he. The smile he’s trying to hold back breaks through, but he doesn’t hide it anymore as he leans in closer. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t have to, because they both know the answer.

There’s a pause –not an awkward one, but full. Like they’re waiting for someone to make the first move. Like they’re challenging the other to do something. And he takes that challenge, leaning in. No rush, no cockiness. Just close enough to give her the chance to meet him there.

And she does.

God, she does. 

It’s not like the kiss he gave her earlier, when she was overthinking. He’s not trying to get her to stop thinking too much or distract her. No, this kiss…this kiss is to get her to fall for him just as hard as he’s fallen for her, he’s decided. And nothing about this kiss is quick –not as he brings his hand up to cup her jaw to deepen it; not as one her hands wraps around the back of his neck and pulls him closer. Or when her tongue traces along the edge of his bottom lip, and he has to stop himself from groaning. 

When he tastes her on his tongue finally, like pomegranate and black tea, Jake knows he’s done for. But when she’s the one pulling away, he chases her to kiss her again and she laughs softly against his lips.

“I need to breathe,” she whispers as he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, trying to coax her back in, but she’s pushing him back just slightly against his chest. 

“Breathin’ is overrated,” he jokes, but is almost embarrassed by how breathless he sounds as she presses her forehead against his.

“You’re a dork,” she teases back, laughing again as she does. “I can’t wait to tell your team that the infamous Hangman is actually a romantic.”

“As long as I get to keep kissin’ you, I don’t care what you tell them,” he promises, but he’s smiling down at her so hard that his cheeks definitely hurt a little. “None of them will believe you though.”

“We’ll see about that,” she warns, pulling back and looking up at him properly now. Her lips are kiss-swollen, and he wants to do it again.

“There’s an implication there,” he points out, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re gonna meet my friends?”

“I’ve already met them,” she reminds him with a grin. 

“Not as my girlfriend you haven’t.”

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Taglist: @theladybiers

[juliettejwnewinesa]

omg hii i legit love your works so much and rn you’re basically my fav writer atm😆😼😼 if you don’t mind i would like to request a seongje fic where reader and seongje is not on very good terms/enemies and then one day they were bickering about each other, and then reader thought it would be funny to insult his skill in bed/his dick lol, and then basically seongje decided to prove her wrong and just fuck the attitude out of her and reader is just crying and whimpering because she’s overstimulated like crazy. I hope you could fulfill my request xixi, just can’t get enough of your workss i could kept reading them forever lol, again thank you so much if you could do it😻😻

Title: "Say That Again"

Pairing: Seongje x Reader

Genre: Enemies-to-lovers, smut, tension, rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 10k+

Rating: 18+

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You despised Seongje.

No, really. With your whole chest.

The way he strutted around campus like he owned it, that cocky smirk, his stupid designer fits and unbothered swagger. He was everyone’s favorite, and he knew it. Popular, hot, and dangerously good at playing nice—until his venom slipped through his teeth in private.

Especially with you.

"Could you be any more annoying?" he drawled, sliding into the seat beside you in the library, uninvited as always.

You didn’t look up from your laptop. "Could you be any more irrelevant?"

He laughed under his breath. "You wish I was irrelevant, sweetheart. Maybe then you could stop thinking about me."

You gave him a slow once-over, eyes lingering on his lazy posture and shameless confidence. "Thinking about you? Please. Even if I was gagging for it, I'd never settle for someone who probably doesn't even know how to use his dick right."

Silence.

His grin vanished.

You blinked. "What? Not gonna talk back now?"

Seongje leaned in. Voice low. Dangerous. "You think I don’t know how to use my dick?"

Your heartbeat skipped.

You forced a scoff. "I mean, if the ego's that big, the compensation must be small, right? Makes sense." (LMAO i love myself)

A flicker of something dark flashed in his gaze. He leaned even closer, lips nearly brushing your ear.

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, Y/N." 😰

You should’ve shut up.

Because now you were bent over your bed, arms pinned behind your back, and Seongje was pounding into you like a man possessed.

"Still think my dick's small?" he growled against your neck, hips slamming into your soaked cunt with bruising rhythm.

You choked on a whimper. "F-fuck—!"

He pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your spine to arch even deeper. "Say it again. Come on, be a smartass."

Your legs trembled violently. Tears blurred your vision. You’d already come twice, and he wasn’t stopping. Not even slowing down.

"I-I’m sorry," you gasped, voice cracking.

"Not what I asked."

His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"F-fuck, Seongje—I can’t—I can’t, please—!"

"You can. You will. You wanted to talk shit, now take it."

Another orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and overwhelming. You sobbed, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through it.

And he didn’t stop.

"Look at you," he sneered, voice tight, breathless. "Crying already? What happened to that attitude, huh?"

You tried to twist away, but he grabbed your throat and fucked deeper, harder, forcing every inch into you.

"You wanted to make jokes about my dick. Now take it. Take all of it."

The overstimulation had you a mess—lips parted, tears rolling, drool slipping down your chin as you whimpered through wave after wave of release.

"Gonna fill you up until you're too dumb to talk back," he spat. "Until that mouth only knows how to beg."

You didn’t recognize your own voice when you cried out again, mind shattering.

He groaned against your shoulder, hips stuttering. "Fuck—look at you, ruined. Say I was right. Say you were wrong."

"Y-you were right," you gasped. "Fuck, Seongje, please—you were right—I'm sorry—"

He bit your shoulder, growling. "Too late for sorry."

You woke up hours later in tangled sheets, sore and marked, his arms around you like he hadn't just wrecked you within an inch of your sanity.

His voice was softer now, half-asleep against your neck.

"Still think I don’t know how to fuck?"

You groaned, hiding your face.

"Shut up."

He chuckled. "Didn’t think so."

[myunghology]

PHANTOM BUSTERS! — general relationship headcanons.

ıllı “ i still wanna be your favorite boy ! ”

pairings mogari shishikuno, eugene korekishi, kaoru kanzaki, tamon kotaro, and ichimiya sorato x gender neutral! reader. ( better read in light mode!! ) tw for swearing !! not proofread, beware for wrong grammar 'nd typos..

a/n — i finally caved in writing for these fuckers.. i added ichimiya because we all love him. no bashers allowed ❌❌❌ filo phanbus fans follow me hahahah HELLO FILIPINO TAMON NATION

— MOGARI SHISHIKUNO

he did not bag the baddie (you) the baddie bagged him. and he just stays bagged. basically the main description of your relationship. this can work for tamon too now that i think about it YKW THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE HERE THEY'RE ALL LOSERS. but mogari in particular HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT you forget under allat is a fucking ripped 16 year old 💔💔. loser trapped in a hot body fr

“me and my stupid ass bf” “i hate my bf” ahh relationship.. you're joking you love him lots but sometimes he's just TOO MUCH. in a good way, sometimes he has these bursts of energy where he just picks you up potato sack carry style and runs a whole mile. ( more under the cut! )

trashcan boyfriend (2). literally anything you put aside / don't like he will eat. literally the olive theory but revamped?? you don't even have to say anything just take it off your plate and place it on his and he'll get the message immediately. “i don't like it...” you mumble as your food is already in his mouth.

funniest dynamic especially if you're a slow eater. mogari just stares at you when you aren't even halfway finished with your bento when he was done with his school lunch about twenty minutes ago. like at this point, HE is offering to eat it for you. of course he would fucking fatass

would looooveee doing tiktok trends with you. actually he would agree to do anything you'd ask him to so he's delicate here. has an addiction with kisses number 1. he'll randomly cup your face with one hand and kiss your cheek like crazy even when you're in public..

actually he's just addicted to you in general. why wouldn't he be when you're just the prettiest little thing he knows 😕 he adores you so much it's not even funny atp. most obsessed bf out of all of them prove me wrong (you can't haha. ₕₒₑ)

— EUGENE KOREKISHI

epitome of the perfect boyfriend.. it's like he came out of a book (well hm..) everyone in your family loves him because why's your mom asking you when is he coming over and can he come over during a family reunion so everyone else can meet him

your daily conversation with him goes “i'm going out with mom later, wanna come? i heard you were busy.” “i am. but isn't your mom always busy?” “ah no, i meant your mom.” “why are you calling my mom ‘mom’?!” “she insisted, so..” this guy is unconsciously making moves on your family too.

type of boyfriend to make you tea at night if you can't fall asleep.. is on the brink of exhaustion but if you can't sleep he won't too. unless not until you fall asleep first. he'll caress your cheek and pat your back until he can hear your soft snores haha

would buy you jewelry as a gift, but it actually means something, even if it's small like the jewel being your birthstone. the price ranges on how serious he is about your relationship— the most he'll do right now is probably a simple pandora bracelet or a promise ring, maybe even more in the far future :)

would gladly wear those "i love my gf/bf" t-shirts if you asked him to. (as long as you two are in private obv he has a reputation to hold LMAO SORRY) but isn't afraid to speak up / show that he's taken so you're in good hands!! i just know he has girls proffessing their love for him.. and he just turns 'em down with a “no haha, i'm dating someone already. sorry.” GREEN FLAG

anddd, i just love how the whole phanbus x reader fandom just agreed that korekishi's a natural flirt / tease. LIKE YES this is the one thing we can all collectively agree on. the small acts of intimacy he does but you're able to catch on is so... ksjdnsknss yes. whenever he makes you lean on him once he notices your eyes getting droopy, tutoring you late in the night even though he's on the brink of falling asleep, not being able to leave you until he KNOWS you're safe :,)... okay enough

— KAORU KANZAKI

i believe he's the type of boyfriend who'd act all nonchalant around you but giggle and roll in his bed at night when thinking about you. the type to bite his finger when you're having a conversation online.. omfg “why couldn't they tell that we're dating.. we're literally matching profiles tf”

softest skin ever, and has the squishiest cheeks (like a cats), and reacts like a cat does whenever you tug it's whiskers. this guy's skin literally looks like glass and feels like jello it's crazy. speaking of cats, he's a magnet for 'em. you have a feisty cat? tamed immediately. loves em too :3

manga reading / anime watching date nights in his house with the door unlocked of course per his sisters request— she'd walk in and you'd be sleeping on zaki's chest as he scrolls on his phone whilst patting your head, or he could still be watching tv. “do you need anything?” his sister usually whispers, and he responds with a thumbs up.

you're literally his dress up doll i'm sorry. that sounds wrong but that's exactly how he described it to you. he just simply likes dressing you up!! so does his sister but he won't let her lay a hand on you because he doesn't want her to pester you every time you come over wkwkwkwk.. also because he just wants you all to himself

he isn't laughing anymore by the time you turn him into your personal makeup/skincare doll. give and take though, right? he can't even be mad because he did it to you first. zaki when there's consequences to his own actions 💔❌😕😭 but he doesn't actually fight it!! just a simple “what're you doing” and he'll back off right after saying that.

i am another truther to easily jealous! kanzaki.. everyone knows he's a huge tsundere (kinda at least) and on top of that, he's the jealous bf final boss. the others don't have that much jealousy boiling within them BUT THIS GUY. not jealous in an insecure way, not really but in a way that he just wants to keep you all to himself ;(. you're his person, of course he wants to be with you always even tho it isn't obvious.. !

— TAMON KOTARO

everybody give it up for everyones loser bf!! literally would be up at 12am thinking ‘man how'd i pull them’ with his face buried in his hand it's almost pathetic honestly. number 2 on the perfect boyfriend list because he means everything to me tbh. handsome, tall, can cook, AND WON'T GIVE ANYONE ELSE ATTENTION? CRIPPLING LOYALTY??? wow he's amazing

you could be messaging him at 5am with a “my hair's so fucked im gonna start crying if my hair's ugly im ugly” and he's awake from your message, replying with a “no you're always so beautiful baby i love uuu”. no one talk to me where do i get one of these. literally has an alarm because he knows whenever you're gonna hit him up w/ those weird messages, also because he wants to have another late night conversation with you!!

reassurance FINAL BOSS has no problem with reassuring you over and over from how much he loves you, actually you probably don't need reassurance at all because of his crippling social anxiety but you know. for the plot let's say you do need it. would coo and whisper to you because he knows you need affection too, more than anyone.

the type of boyfriend who'd freeze up once he feels your head laying on his shoulder or chest, what plays in his mind is a continuous sentence of “don't move don't move don't move don't move don't move don't move”. also would sacrifice his headphones for you if you don't like crowded and noisy places.. he loves u so much lordddd

i genuinely feel like nights with tamon are so comforting :((. bonding over small stuff like music, maybe even asking him to play the guitar for you is everything. has the most calming voice too— is a listener and a yapper! best of both worlds whenever you're with him!!

i fear he is especially weak to cute people with pretty eyes. weak for you in general but you know what i mean, right? just look up at him with dilated pupils and he immediately realizes he's fucked. he was fucked anyw ever since he first saw you BUT STILL!! he gets weak in the knees he is in bliss right now.. no one can interrupt his fantasies besides you of course

— ICHIMIYA SORATO

how to get the student council to respect you in 4 simple steps: 1. behave and don't cause a ruckus. 2. get good grades for no problems. 3. apply to be on the student council. 4. date their president ✅ literally everywhere you go students are shaking in their boots (especially the council) because they all know they're gonna face ichimiya's wrath if they ever mess w/ you. and you're just there like ʚ(꒪ˊ꒳ˋ꒪)ɞ

likes being babied taken care of i take no criticism!! cup his face, run your fingers through his hair, let him rest his face in your chest, caress his face and he's weak in the knees. he still has that iconic scowl on his face but he'll gladly return your affection :).

unconsciously gives you headpats, especially if you're shorter! also leads to ichimiya pulling you closer to him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and you just comply. you just get dragged by this man and. it's.. it is what it is, he needs you for emotional support okay.. no ones gonna say anything anyway and they can't.

i genuinely believe this guy has really soft hair (as contrary to him liking you playing with his hair), he let's you do whatever with it as long as you're alone. because someone tell eugene why he's seeing ichimiya with pigtails on your close friends instagram story.. ;-;

you sometimes tease him by saying “as expected of chairman!!” on the most simplest of things. literally he could just be making coffee for you and hot chocolate for himself in the morning or in the night, and you'd go “AS EXPECTED OF CHAIRMA—” and he cuts you off by pushing your head backwards lightly with his index finger.

so down bad for you but he hides it so well even YOU don't know it. literal d1 simp for you. okay maybe it's a bit obvious— the way he kisses your cheek repeatedly before murmuring a “give me a kiss,” as you turn your head to give him what he really wanted all this time. desperate bf in disguise actually :3 (affectionate)

@myunghology — i finished this in less than a day woah. “one of us here is not like the others” ahh ichimiya.. WHATEVER he's so pretty anyway our little loser

[honghwalvr]

m.list nct.list

Prologue > 1

synopsis: As a psychology major in your junior year, you share a dorm with Jeong Jaehyun, a charming broadcasting arts student. Awkward cohabitation turns into a casual hookup arrangement, but lingering glances and quiet moments spark deeper feelings. By spring, you navigate sorority life, his NCT frat’s haze, and a love you didn’t see coming.

warnings: smut, drug use (weed, vaping, alcohol), swearing, emotional conflict, college party culture, mental health themes

Prologue

The dorm apartment smells like burnt toast and a faint, earthy whiff of weed, barely masked by a cheap sandalwood candle flickering on the counter. Your sneakers squeak on the linoleum as you set down another cardboard box, your mom’s sharpie scrawl staring up at you—Psych Textbooks, Bedding, Call Me Weekly. Your arms burn from hauling them across campus, and your lungs are still mad about the broken elevator that forced you up three flights. Outside, the quad buzzes with move-in day: shouts, a skateboard rattling, someone’s playlist bleeding through an open window. Junior year, your first time living on campus after two years commuting from home, and it feels like diving into a river mid-current.

You’re a psychology major, always picking apart what makes people tick—your sorority sisters, your overbearing mom, even yourself. She’s the one who pushed you to move out, claiming you needed to “spread your wings” after clinging to the familiarity of home. Now, in this shoebox of an apartment with a lumpy couch and a fridge that groans like it’s dying, you’re wondering if wings come with a user manual. Your sorority’s known on campus—mixers, charity events, the works—but you’re not like your sisters who glide through parties, leaving admirers in their wake. You’re the one watching, analyzing, holding coats while they shine.

 The door swings open, and your pulse stumbles. Jeong Jaehyun steps in, all sharp cheekbones and quiet confidence, a faded black hoodie with NCT’s Greek letters slung over one shoulder. You’ve seen him around—impossible not to, with that face and the way people lean toward him like he’s got his own gravity. Broadcasting arts major, junior, part of the frat that throws parties where the air’s thick with music and a haze of weed no one names outright. He’s carrying a reusable coffee cup, the kind that screams I’m trying to be responsible, and his dark hair’s messy in a way that looks annoyingly deliberate. His eyes catch yours, warm but guarded, like he’s reading you as much as you’re reading him.

“Hey,” he says, voice low, smooth enough to belong on the radio shows he’s always tinkering with. “You’re the new roommate?”

You nod, brushing sweaty palms on your jeans. “Yeah. Just got here.”

“Jaehyun.” He flashes a half-smile, quick and disarming, and sets his cup on the counter. “Hope you don’t mind a little background noise. I’ve got a broadcast to edit tonight.”

You glance at his open bedroom door, spotting a laptop glowing on a desk and a faint curl of sweet, herbal smoke lingering in the air—weed, not the cigarette stink you’d half-expected. It’s subtle, but your psych-trained brain files it away: not a habit he’s hiding, just part of his orbit. “As long as it’s not screamo,” you say, aiming for dry but landing a touch too sharp.

He chuckles, a soft sound that makes your stomach twist against your will. “I’ll keep it chill,” he says, grabbing a water from the fridge. “Need a hand with those boxes?”

“I’m fine,” you say, maybe too quickly. You’re not here to owe anyone, especially not a guy whose smile could probably get him out of a speeding ticket. Your mom’s warning hums in your head: Stay focused. Boys like him are trouble. She wasn’t thrilled about the co-ed dorm, and Jaehyun’s whole vibe isn’t exactly proving her wrong.

He shrugs, unbothered, and heads toward his room. “Don’t clog the hallway, psych girl. I need my space to create.” His door clicks shut, and you’re left with the fridge’s hum and a prickle of something—irritation, sure, but also a spark you’d rather ignore. You’re here to survive dorm life, ace your classes, keep up with your sorority. But as you drag a box to your empty room, the faint trace of weed and Jaehyun’s laugh stick with you, and you can’t shake the feeling that this year’s going to be messier than you planned.

[wcrstbehavior]

Jamie didn't look up right away, he kept his eyes on the plate in front of him, even though he wasn't really seeing it nor even trying to take a bite out of the breakfast he ordered. His pulse was still beating wildly in his ears from the kiss, from the way Tavon had just let him let it happen like he wasn't scared of being wanted for once. But it was Tavon's voice and his words that made him finally glance over because they hit him harder than they probably should have. Jamie swallowed thickly, trying to keep his face from showing too much. Because fuck, he knew that feeling. Of being wanted for the wrong reasons, of being looked at like a challenge or a trophy, or a notch on someone's belt. He'd spent years brushing off attention with easy smiles and empty hookups, always knowing deep down they didn't see him. Just the idea of him. So when the other man looked at him and continued on, it struck something deep. That kind of honesty? That kind of vulnerability? Jamie didn't take it lightly. He set his fork down, finally letting himself meet Tavon's gaze head on. Not with a smirk, not with a joke or sarcasm this time like he was so used to doing to mask his feelings or emotions. "No, I don't. I kissed you because I wanted to. That's it. Not to fix anything, not to prove anything. And definitely not 'cause I'm trying to take something from you," he said simply, lifting his shoulders into a shrug. He mostly just kissed him to see if he would kiss him back, to see if it would take things further, to see if this whole unplanned elopement was more real than either of them had been leading on. He leaned back slightly in his chair, hand dragging through his messy hair, still trying to ground himself. "You don't owe me shit, Tavon. Not even an answer. I just—" He paused for just a second, a soft sigh leaving his lips. "It felt like if I didn't do it, I'd regret it. And I've already got enough of those." Jamie's voice softened toward the end, but he cracked the tiniest smile at Tavon's last line. "Confused in peace? Yeah, well... Welcome to the club," he said, his smile turning a little more sheepish. "I've been confused for a long ass time, too. Only difference is, I got tired of pretending I wasn't."

Tavon froze.

Not in a way that was dramatic or loud, but in that quiet, still kind of way that only happened when your brain short-circuits trying to keep up with your heart. He hadn't expected Jamie to kiss him. Not really. Not after everything he'd done to try and bury the tension between them under sarcasm and smooth talk and that carefully built wall he’d kept patched together for years.

But Jamie had kissed him anyway.

And for a second, Tavon didn’t pull back. Couldn’t. It felt too real. Too good. Like being seen in a way he hadn’t let anyone see him before — not the real him, not the parts he didn’t show, not the version of himself that kept waking up scared of what he wanted. Of who he wanted. By the time Jamie pulled away, Tavon's breath was caught halfway in his chest, like the kiss had knocked the air out of him. His gaze stayed locked on Jamie’s mouth longer than it should have, then flicked up to meet his eyes, searching for something. A reason. A sign. A way out. A way in.

Jamie’s "sorry" hung in the air, soft and small, but loud enough to reverberate through every bone in Tavon’s body. He didn’t know which part Jamie was apologizing for — the kiss or the retreat — and he didn’t know which one he wanted more.

He cleared his throat and turned toward the food, mostly because he needed to do something with his hands. He grabbed a fork, stabbed into a piece of his omelette like it owed him money. For a beat, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at the food like maybe it held the answer to whatever the hell he was supposed to say next.

When he did speak, his voice was low. Steady. But softer than usual.

"You don’t gotta be sorry." He paused, eyes still on the plate, like it was easier to talk without looking directly at Jamie. "I just... ain’t used to people doin’ shit like that unless they got somethin’ to prove. Or somethin’ to take." Tavon shook his head slightly. "But you don’t look like you got either on your mind. And that’s what fucks me up, I think."

Finally, he glanced at Jamie again, jaw tight but eyes open in a way that was rare for him — vulnerable.

"I ain’t never had a man kiss me before," he said quietly, like saying it out loud made it more real than it already was. "But you did. And I ain’t hate it." His throat worked around something unspoken. Then he added, almost as an afterthought, a bit of a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth — trying, just barely, to lighten the weight. "You really not gon’ let me be confused in peace, huh?"

[bluerasbunny]

alright, since the last one went swimmingly,

as always, i'll draw the result once the poll is over!

[the-kinning-hour]

I like to think about the impact that being isolated as a teen had on Shigaraki as a person.

I don’t mean angst, not understanding his own feelings or awkward social life. I mean that he definitely has gotten most of his non-hero related facts about society and people from the internet.

imagine; Shigaraki genuinely not understanding the concept of gender or sexuality because he’s only ever seen it discussed in reddit debates. He is baffled when he meets Magne but accepting. That night he searches “how to support trans employee professional easy”

Shigaraki asking Quora, “Why is my father so insistent on me making friends? It makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like people.” And having 20 moms in his replies telling him to get out of his room and join clubs

Shigaraki not knowing basic things about women (seeing as he was not raised around any) and awkwardly googling the phrase “PMS-ing” when Toga complains about cramping, expecting it to be teenage slang and instead going down the rabbit hole of the horrific experience of periods

Shigaraki not knowing why Sako is bowing his head toward Kurogiri and saying “itadakimasu” every time he eats with the League and wondering if the magician is trying to usurp his spot as Kurogiri’s favorite via boot licking

Shigaraki taking a “Do you have autism” quiz on Quotev and expressing his concerns to Kurogiri at 2 am when he scores 100% (he doesn’t know what autism even is)

Overall, I think people don’t take advantage of how funny it could be to interact with the ultimate antisocial dweeb Shigaraki who has a total of zero normal experiences

[frostgnawdraws]

failure and futility

for day 2 of campfire fest! prompt: third eye (and i guess could also count for explosion, or a lack thereof lol) @outerwilds-events

[whoruntheworld-lesbians]

One of my favorite parts of eah is that there is so much ship potential. Literally everywhere. You throw two names together, I'll have a list of headcanons on your desk by Monday.

[princeelectra]

Queer neurodivergent people meeting StEx for the first time: This will be my whole personality for the rest of my life

[constelationprize]

Thinking many many thoughts about how Jean was Riko's partner for a YEAR and was still rooming with Goon #3. Because that was how unwilling Riko was to let go of Kevin. And how that implies that Jean was placed as his partner both because of the practicality of Kevin being gone AND as a punishment for letting him go in the first place. Being partners with Jean could actually slow Riko down depending on how often he's hurt (because I don't think Riko was all that exempt from the rules to the point where his partner's performance would completely not matter) and he was still placed there. Riko was just THAT angry at him over Kevin's escape. And all the while he was keeping Kevin's side of room like an altar, even back when he didn't even think Kevin could PLAY, because of an injury he caused.

[sodaneko]

Oikawa who can never catch a fucking break because the quite literal angel (Iwaizumi) and devil (you) on his shoulder are too busy fucking things out instead of debating so he never gets any rational decision done ever

[necromancer-snail]

Charles Rowland OCD. You agree

[maeamian]

I would like to gently suggest to a lot of people that there are sections of this site that you are wholly unaware of off in their own corner doing their own thing and you have no fucking clue cause it's not tags you check nor people with enough common nodes to end up on your dash, and as such the idea that any particular group flat out isn't on here is probably wrong.

[noro-noro-noro]

where did i get to only wanting to draw my ocs if it's plot relevant..? i used to draw mires & the others all the time. i bet none of you remember that mires started as a guy exposed to the singularity & lost his sentience as he mutated to death. now he's a fully fledged oc with a name & lore & everything. the singularity isn't even plot relevant. the singularity isn't even there.

none of this has any bearing on anything & i still did it! just for fun! i haven't even decided if dys still lives in her purple crystal dimension. well then again i don't draw anything unless i have an idea now. i used to even just draw people stsanding there facing the screen & that was the whole photo. & diorr & zhen are supposed to be besties in the second half & i dont think i've drawn zhen in at least 5 years. do you guys remember zhen? do you guys remember mar?

have i improved enough for it to really matter? if i draw it bad can i handle letting down my 19 year old self?