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you spin me up high - lee heeseung (m)

pairing: football team captain!heeseung x slightly bimbo!fem reader

synopsis: No one was surprised when the football star Lee Heeseung started dating the local bimbo, Y/n L/n. They were like a match made in heaven hell, they weren't an official item, but how does Heeseung react when he sees his team rival approach her?

WARNINGS ! mature content (sorry to my minor followers >-< also its my first time writing smut to pls have mercy on me), jealousy, mentions of reader being a little dumb :D, public sex (in the school's bathroom lolz), oral (f receiving), heeseung calls reader a slut once lmao, sex?? they kinda fight, reader is sensitive :(, heeseung is a lil possessive, if there's more tell me pls 😭 grammar errors, proofreading is a painfull process ok? word count: 5.6k (i popped my full smut cherry ok )

A/N: um hello?! guess i wrote smut for the first time djfhdf do i like it? idk, maybe lmao. this is nothing like my blog at all, but this idea wasn't getting out of my head and i kinda just wrote it. thank you bae @dazed-hee for reassuring my insecure ass and thank you @loveywon for giving me energy to write this thing, i love you guys. if its too bad pls dont say anything and pretend it good okay?

You purse your lips as you look in the mirror, watching the way the light pink lipgloss transferred from one lip to another. Smiling at the mirror, you appreciated the final look of the hard work you did on your face and outfit, as you slightly adjusted your top.

You took a lot of pride in your beauty, you were very aware of your looks and you knew everyone who you encountered in your life found you pretty. It is obvious to the public’s eye, it’s an undeniable beauty. You were always one to spend hours and hours to make yourself look the best for the most simple activities, you just never knew when you’ll have a pleasant encounter. If needed, anyone could spot you from a mile away with your (mostly pink) bright and sparkly clothes and the big white bows that held your hair in many ways, adorning it in the prettiest way.

Anyone who didn’t know personally would say you were an airhead and a little bit dumb. It’s not your fault people talk about boring stuff that you know nothing about. The way your big doe eyes stared into the nothingness when you listened to someone talk about complex topics revealed that, in fact, there were no thoughts in that pretty head of yours. People often perceive you as someone unintelligent, when that wasn’t true at all, you are just a tiny bit slow. You consider yourself pretty successful seeing that you were in your dream college studying dentistry. You loved going to classes and socializing with people you knew in college. Making friends wasn’t a problem for you, always being a social butterfly since you were a little girl, but sadly there were girls who were mean to you, which often makes you pout to Heeseung when one of them frowns and tells you off, asking him why were they so mean and he just reassures you that they are jealous of your beauty and the fact you were able to score the hottest guy in college, which was not a lie, to be honest.

You loved Heeseung very much, even if you guys weren’t an official item you didn’t see other people and some girls in your school didn’t take that lightly. Both of you had a reputation for sleeping around but in different ways. Heeseung was known for going to parties and just fucking anyone who had a vagina, but never taking them seriously, only seeing them as one time hook-ups. While you were just known for being a hot bimbo who often liked to thank people for favors in a more fun way than usual, like for example, when Jeongin helped you fix your pc setup and you kissed his dimpled cheek and suddenly you were kissing his dick, it happens sometimes and you were fine with that. You had no shame about your sexuality, you were free to do whatever you wanted and to have sex with whoever you pleased.

Getting up from your seat in front of your big vanity, you walked to where your bunny’s cage was. Daisy was your cute bunny, a gift from a previous relationship. You petted her little head promising her cuddles and snacks when you came back. After greeting her goodbye you grabbed your things for class and made your way out of your apartment as your car keys jiggled in your hand.

Reaching campus, obviously only after getting a muffin from the local cafe, you

sighed getting mentally ready for classes. Smiling to yourself, you composed your posture while manifesting the best day you could ever have, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin the perfect mood you woke up with.

As soon as you walked in the hallway you heard people greet you, which you returned with your sweet toothy smile and a wave. Your sweet vanilla scent filled the area and the heels from your platform shoes could be heard, making people’s heads turn to you.

“Hey y/n, love the skirt!” a girl you recognized from biology class said, as she complimented you, making you smile at her and tell her a high pitched thanks in return. You kept walking as more people greeted you. Popularity wasn’t something you seeked but it was something you had, maybe a consequence of your looks or your bubbly personality, which was something people usually took advantage of. It wasn’t something that bothered you in the beginning, when you were unaware of some girls’ intentions with you when they approached you so suddenly asking to be friends with you, but soon, you realized how you were being used by them so they could get with a guy they wanted or just to try and be as popular as you were. Even so, you kept up the nice and humble personality you always had, hence why you were so known amongst students, always showing availability to help others that sometimes wasn’t given in return, making your big heart break a little.

Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 9:30am and you were relieved to see you had a lot of time until class started. You came early today to spend a little time with Heeseung, since your classes didn’t start until 11am. You made your way to the campus cafeteria that was mostly empty aside from people like you who only had classes later in the morning. You sat at a table that had two seats, since Heeseung would arrive at any moment now, knowing him he probably went to hit the gym before meeting you. You decided to distract yourself by playing games on your phone. As you were doing so, someone walked towards you, making you look up at them. In front of you was one of Heeseng’s teammates that was one year above you, one that he had warned you about, but you being you, still smiled at him.

“Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here alone.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you that sounded different when it came from Hee’s mouth, but still you kept the smile nonetheless. “Hey, Jihoon! Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too!” You were trying your best not to sound rude, the glint in his eyes didn’t hide his intentions with you.

Flirting with guys for fun is almost a hobby for you, or an old one. Since you started your thing with Heeseung it didn’t happen that much, except in situations where you needed free drinks or discounts at your favorite make up store. Still, you know when to and not to do it and right now, it’s a case where it’s preferable if you don’t do it and it’s making you really nervous. Jihoon had a reputation for stealing other guys’ girls but never in his life did he do it to any of his teammates, especially to Heeseung. He knew it could take his spot in the team away and he worked his ass off to get where he is right now. Besides, everyone knows better than to mess with Heeseung, who was also known for giving good ass beatings when needed to, but at this moment he seemed to forget about it or just didn’t care at all.

Looking behind Jihoon you noticed his friend group seated in a table further from yours, meaning this was probably a planned encounter from their side. Jihoon’s chuckle brought you back to reality, making you look back at him.

“Couldn’t help but notice you look so pretty from afar and even prettier now that i got a closer look.”

“Thanks! I worked really hard on my makeup today.” You answered him looking up at him with your doe eyes, trying to keep up the sweet tone in your voice. Before you and Heeseung started whatever you had going on, Jihoon already claimed you as his “friend” and you did too! In your head the comments he made for you were nothing but nice compliments friends gave each other, but when Heeseung found out about it he didn’t seem happy to know and almost scolded you to stay away from him because boys like him never had good intentions with you. The sound of the cafeteria’s door opening didn’t make Jihoon look back but it made you look, praying it was finally Heeseung, and thankfully your prayers were answered as he walked in looking around, probably trying to find you. You could hear Jihoon’s voice, but you paid him no attention as you saw Heeseung’s face frown when he spotted the man in front of you. Your heart started beating a little faster, as you anticipated the possible interaction between the two men.

“Say how about you and I spend some time alone this Fri-”

Jihoon was quickly cut by the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. He looked to where it came from only to see Heeseung sitting while looking at him with a raised brow. Jihoon stood in his place, obviously not expecting to see your boyfriend, thinking you were gonna be here alone.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to see here, so might as well make your way out and leave.”

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but he decided it was best to not say anything for the sake of his football career. As he turned in his heels to walk away, Heeseung got up and grabbed the other man’s shoulder, leaning down to his height and muttering in his ear “I really hope this is the last time I see you talk to her or even come close to it. You and I both know better than letting this happen again, don’t we?” Jihoon’s eye slightly twitched as he shrugged Heeseung’s hand off his shoulder and walked away from where you were.

Heeseung sat back, an angry frown adorned his face. “You took too long!” You said after checking it was already 10am, as you slightly pouted at him while eating the small piece that was left from your muffin. “What did I tell you about Jihoon? I thought I had warned you about him, or did I?” From the way he was talking you could see he was not a little bit happy with the situation but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t just be rude to him. “It’s not my fault Hee, besides he did nothing, he was just complimenting me!” Heeseung just seemed to get angrier with your answer, making a pout make its way back to your plush lips. “Y/n, how many times do i need to tell you what his intentions are, geez!” Y/n, he only called you that when he was mad. Why is he getting mad at you when it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to get mad at him, but the way he was acting with you hurt you a little. You felt your eyes water slightly. “Look Heeseung, I know how to protect myself, I don't need you to warn me about Jihoon or anyone, besides he never did anything to me!” You felt bad talking with him like that, but you weren’t a helpless child, you were a little slow but not dumb. Heeseung’s frown deepened after hearing your words, he should be the one getting mad not you at him. “I don't want to keep having this conversation with you. I’m leaving now.” Heeseung grabbed his bag as he got up to leave. Words weren’t coming out of your mouth no matter how many times you opened it to talk and ask him to stay. As the cafeteria’s door slammed close you felt your eyes water with tears as you flinched at the sound. Pouting your lips, you started wondering why he got so mad when you did nothing wrong.

You understood he was being protective of you but it still broke your heart into pieces when his loud voice echoed back in your mind. A single tear fell from your eyes making you quickly but carefully wipe it so as to not ruin your makeup that you put extra effort in. You grabbed your mini mirror from your bag as you checked your face, smiling when it was still intact. You grabbed your stuff as you decided to text your friends to check if it was available since your class wasn’t until 40 minutes.

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“And he got really mad at me when it wasn’t even my fault!”

Chaewon and you were sitting in the benches in the open area of campus as you were telling her about this morning's events. Chaewon has been your friend since you entered college and both of you seemed to click instantly when you met at the dorm that both of you decided to move out from, getting your own apartments. You both shared everything with each other, she was your ride or die and shopping partner. She was the first one to know when Heeseung slid in your dm’s and she wasn’t so happy about it. Knowing about his reputation, she always told you to be careful afraid you might get hurt but you always reassured her that he was treating you nicely and after a year of going out with him she stopped nagging about the boy. Hearing this story, Chaewon wanted to give a I warned you type of scolding, but she held herself back seeing you teary eyed as you spoke. She let out a sigh as she put down the cereal bar she was eating.

“Look I really want to tell you that I knew this would happen but I won't. He is being a complete asshole and don’t you dare run to him, he is the one who should be apologizing and if he really likes you he will.” She grabbed your fidgeting hands as she kept talking “Besides, as much as it hurts me to admit it, in a whole year Heeseung never did anything to hurt you and even though this doesn’t justify his behavior, he probably was acting out of jealousy I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it out on you.” You sighed as you looked at her slightly smiling. “Yeah I know that but he still hurt me a lot.” You said as you sniffled and held your tears back. “Anyway, class is almost starting so I’ll get going and you should too.” Chaewon said as she got up and grabbed her things, waiting for you to do the same. You bid her goodbye and made your way to where your class was.

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You had your head propped in your head as you tried to understand what the teacher was saying, but his words were nothing but background noise as you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung. You grabbed your pen as you started to take notes, midterms were close and you couldn’t afford to fail. As you were focused on the teacher's explanation you heard your phone buzz in your bag but ignored it and kept focusing on class. You kept writing and the buzz continued making some heads turn into your direction. You muttered an apology as you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you, seeing Heeseung’s name on your screen.

hee💘: meet me in the boy’s bathroom on the 2nd floor

hee💘: now

You kept staring at his texts not knowing what to do. Chaewon’s words were replaying in your head “don’t you dare go back to him”. You know you should ignore him, but just once wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides she doesn’t need to know about this. Putting your phone back in your bag along with the rest of your supplies, you got up quietly to not disturb anyone. You felt your hands shaking in anticipation as you walked down the hallway making your way upstairs to the second floor. Your legs felt wobbly as you felt the tight anxious feeling forming in your chest, not knowing what to expect from this encounter. You reached the second floor and looked around trying to find the way to the bathroom. As you were almost reaching your destination, you saw Heeseung from afar leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of your steps getting closer made him look up just to find you looking at him with the does he adored so much, making him try his best to not melt right then and there. He put his phone away and stood straight as he looked you up and down, making you gulp, fearing he might say. Heeseung didn’t say anything as pushed you by the wrist, taking you inside the bathroom. You let your things fall to the ground, as he pushed you against the door, his hand reaching behind you to lock the door as the other made its way around your waist.

Your head was feeling fuzzy as your mind was filled with nothing but Heeseung, the electric feeling of his hands caressing your waist made your heart flutter. Your heart started beating faster as you looked in his eyes, pupils dilated and filled with lust. Your hands slowly made their way around his neck as he leaned his head down to your level. Your noses were touching and he had his forehead touching yours, a small movement would make your lips touch, but still, none of you dared to make a move as you stared into each others’ eyes.

You were the first to break eye contact as you slammed your lips against his’, not being able to hold it anymore, the tension in the air was heavy and it was making you feel like you were out of breath. Heeseung kissed you back with as much force as you did, both of your lips moving together, fitting like a puzzle piece falling in the right place. You felt one of Heeseung’s hands move down to your butt, squeezing the plump flesh there, making you gasp. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, making you leave a quiet moan inside his own mouth. His tongue moved in sync with yours, entwined and fighting for dominance. Your hands started moving as if on their own, sliding down his body until they reached his belt, pulling his hips against your own. You moaned at the feeling of his slightly hardened length, one of your hands leaving its palace from the belt and coming to his front to rub at his boner, making him hiss in your mouth.

The room was filled with sounds of your lips smacking against each other along with the sounds you both let out. Hesseung’s hand left your waist as it slowly moved down your torso towards your tight, squeezing the flesh there. His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, the feeling of his hand making your skin crawl with chills as his hand moved further, touching your clothed core, feeling the outline of your slit. His thumb applied pressure in your clit, just enough to make you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air and turning your head away from him. Heeseung started leaving kisses on your neck, reaching for the spot he knew made you crazy as he left marks along the side of it, making you moan out loud at the feeling of his lips along with his thumb on your clit.

“Already going dumb for me, huh baby?” He said as he smirked against your neck, making you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment. “Nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me now baby. Look at me, baby.” You took your face from his neck, leaning your head back against the door as you looked up at him. Heeseung smiled at you, taking both of his hands to cradle your face against his palms. “You know I love you right?” You nodded, smiling at him, as your face leaned against his touch. “And I love you, Hee, so much.” Heeseung leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he left a breathy chuckle. He connected your lips again, swiping his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as his tongue made its way to yours. His hands started going inside your top, moving up to your bra, as he started massaging your breasts, you started moaning inside his mouth, muffling the sounds you made.

“Hee, just take my shirt off, please.” You whined against his lips as he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled away from your lips and pushed your shirt up, taking it off of you with ease. You pulled him to kiss you again, as his hands snaked around your back, unclasping your bra, moving it down your arms and letting it fall freely onto the floor. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, marking the area, leaving trails of spit as he started kissing down to your nipples. His mouth automatically closed around your left nipple, sucking the small nub as his free hand moved to massage and pinch the other. Heeseung’s mouth was making loud wet sounds, mixing in the air with your breathy moans. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction, feeling your underwear stick against your core.

“Hee, please, I need more.” You whined as you twisted and turned against the door. “Please what baby, need you to be specific, angel.” He said as he moved his mouth to your other boob, a trail of spit connecting it to your now abused boob from all the biting and sucking. You whined in complaint, your brain already not functioning completely as the only thing you could think about now was how much you needed Heeseung’s cock or fingers. “Need your fingers, please Hee, just give me something.” The desperation in your voice was noticeable and Heeseung spent no time in pulling your skirt down along with your panties, leaving you naked aside from your shoes and pink lacy socks that you loved so much.

Heeseung picked you up and sat you down in one of the toilets inside the stalls. He kneeled down in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of your raw and glistening cunt. He licked his lips as he looked at you, seeing the neediness in your eyes. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, alternating between licking and biting the flesh, making you whine at the pleasure the pain gave you. You felt his breath hitting your pussy, making you shiver from the feeling and shudder in anticipation. His thumbs moved to your labia, as they pushed your lips apart, fully exposing you to him.

“Hee, please, I can’t wait anymore, I beg you.” Your whines were getting louder, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who passed by. “Baby I will do anything you want, but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You nodded, not being able to form coherent words even if you tried.

Heeseung finally let his mouth fall against your pussy, as his lips found their place around your clit, sucking the swollen nub, making you bite your lip to try to hold back your moans, your hands tangled in his hair, needing something to grasp onto. His tongue started making figure 8 in your nub, your toes curling at the pleasure he was giving you, your mouth fell open into an O shape as breathy moans slipped past your lips. Heeseung’s mouth left your cunt, making you whine at the loss, one of his hands making their way to your gaping hole, rubbing your entrance and slipping a finger inside with ease, thrusting it inside and out. You throw your head back in pleasure and let out a broken whine, making Heeseung’s move come to a halt. Your head coming back up as you looked at him, grinding your hips against his fingers, trying to get him to move.

“If you don’t keep it downI’ll just stop right here and take care of myself and make you watch, got it?” His threat made you gulp and nod quickly at his words. You gasped as his finger started moving again at a faster pace. “Please, more, Hee. Give me more!” Your voice came out as a whisper, feeling like if you talked louder your voice would betray you. Heeseung complied with your request as he inserted another finger inside your leaking hole. You bring your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the noises, as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. Your walls were tightening against his fingers as you felt the knot form in your tummy. Heeseung felt that and he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking the poor nub, aiding you to reach your high faster. One of your hands made their way back in his hair, pulling the hair, feeling the knot almost bursting.

“Hee, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.” You breathed out as your chest heaved with pleasure. Little high pitched whines started escaping your mouth, getting louder and louder as you got closer. “Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum! Shit Hee, I’m cum-” Your didn’t even get to finish your sentence as you reached your climax, arching your back away from the toilet, feeling your walls pulse aggressively around Heeseung’s fingers. He moaned as he tasted your cum against his tongue, his fingers still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. When you got more calm, Heeseung took his fingers out, pushing them inside your mouth making you lick them clean as his mouth licked your pussy clean, making you choke on his fingers when you tried to gasp from overstimulation.

Heeseung pulled back, smirking as he looked at your fucked out state. You pulled him by his neck, slamming your lips against his, tasting yourself in his tongue. You both were moaning in the kiss, you needy more and Heeseung needing to relieve the raging boner that was pushing against his pants, almost painfully. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and gasping for air. You looked down to his crotch seeing his boner, now more prominent and definitely rock hard. Poor baby held back this hold time, you thought.

“Hee, I want to suck you off.”

“There’s no time for that, classes are almost ending and I just want to feel your pussy right now.”

“But i wan-” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours. You instantly fall into his touch, your hands immediately make their way inside his shirt, feeling his abs against your touch. You started to pull his shirt up, making him pull away from you to take it off of him. Your lips connected again, needy moans leaving both of your lips and your noses bumped against each other. Your hands fumbled around his thighs as you finally found his belt and started unbuckling it, undoing his button to finally push his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, both too needy to take them off completely. Your hands palmed and squeezed his cock, making him groan against your lips and roll his hips against your hand. your hands wrapped around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, freeing his cock making it slap against his abs, staining them with pre cum. You pulled away from him to look at his cock, mouth watering at the sight before you. You never had seen such a pretty cock, curved just the perfect way, with one vein adorning the underside, going from the base to the tip. You raised your hand to wrap around the base, tightening it around his member and moving it up until it reached the tip, watching as a bead of cum spilled from his tip. You started moving your hand up and down his length, making him hiss as he threw his head back.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He said as he looked at you, making you smile sweetly at him, feeling fuzzy on the inside as you kept your movements steady. “Shit. Baby, come here, if I don't get inside you right now I’ll go crazy.”

Heeseung picked you up once again, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall. Your hands were around his neck as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yeah, go on.”

With your consent, Heeseung slid himself inside you with ease, a slick sound echoing in the stall as he buried himself completely inside you, making you open your mouth as a silent moan left your mouth as he put his face on the crook of your neck. He started moving at a slow pace, making you throw your head against the wall from the delicious feeling his cock gave you. His slow movements never faltered, not failing to make you squirm in his hold, but still you needed more.

“Hee, please faster.” You pleaded, needing more from him.

“You’re one needy slut, aren’t you? Always asking for more, mnh?”

Despite his words, Heeseung adjusted your position in his arms before he started slamming his hips against yours. Instantly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds that escaped your lips. The sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed in the stall and could possibly be heard by anyone standing close to the door outside. Gasps were leaving your lips, combining with Heeseungs low groans against your own neck. The squelching sound coming from your pussy was like music to Heeseung’s ears, making his dick twitch inside you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails scratched down his back enough to make it bleed a little and your brain was numb from all the pleasure you had received today, feeling grateful for Heeseung and his perfect cock.

Heeseung changes his position slightly, making the tip of his cock hit the spongy spot inside you, making you clench tightly against his throbbing cock.You were bouncing up and down in his length, your tits bouncing right in front of his face, making his lean down to put on of your nipples in his mouth. The feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot along with the friction his pelvis caused against your clit, made you feel the familiar knot form again, making you lean back fully against the wall as Heeseung’s thrusts started getting sloppy, meaning he was also close.

“Heeseung I’m going- fuck”

“I know, baby, me too. Cum with me, baby. Can you do that?” You nodded at his words, feeling yourself clench again. Heeseung’s hand came down to where your bodies met and he started rubbing your clit in fast motions, making you get closer to your high. Your breath started getting quicker with each thrust. Your tits bouncing with every movement you and him made.

“Fuck. Hee, I’m so close, shit!” You said as you felt your clit pulsating. “Shit, come for me baby, fuck.”

You did as he said as you felt yourself cum, gushing your essence all over his cock. Your legs were shaking and your hands were squeezing his biceps as you. His release coming right after yours, feeling his cum paint your walls, the warm liquid starting to form a white ring around his base. Heeseung moaned as you both rode out your highs, hissing from the slight overstimulation. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as your pussy filled with his cum started slowly leaking.

The post climax reality was hitting you and you felt a pang in your chest, reminding yourself that you should be mad and hurt at him. Heeseung felt the shift in your mood, knowing very well why you were feeling like this. Before he did anything, he helped you clean up, grabbing toilet paper to clean your thighs and cunt, making you hiss from how sensitive you still were, which made him whisper a small apology before he kissed your cheek. After you both were clean you picked the clothes scattered across the floor, leaving the stall you checked yourself in the mirror seeing you red and slightly sweaty, ready to make the walk of shame as you heard the bell ring just in time.

Before you could leave Heeseung grabbed your hand making you look at him.

“Um listen, you probably think I'm a jerk right now, which you have all the right to, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry. What I did to you was not right, I was acting out of pure jealousy but it doesn’t mean I should have let it out on you. I love you and I am sorry, angel.” He said as he looked down ashamed at himself. You smiled at him, happy that he was able to recognize his mistake. “I forgive you Heeseung, even if you hurt me a lot. What you did left me really sad and hurt, but we both know I love you too much to not forgive you. Now we should get going, everyone is leaving class.” Heeseung nodded at you grinning like an idiot in love as he bent down to your height, giving you a long peck, making you smile in the kiss.

Heeseung grabbed your hand and unlocked the door as you both made your way out. When Heeseung opened the door, he was faced with a student who just wanted to use the bathroom ,ready to push past him until he saw you behind the taller man. You looked up and smiled, waving your manicured hand at him.

“Hi Jihoon!”

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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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Do it right j.jk

Summary : tip toeing has never gotten you anywhere, and with your undying crush for your roommate, you definitely aren't tip toeing through it too.

>>pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : roommates to lovers

>>genre : tiny angst, fluff, tiny ahh smut

>>word count : 1.7k

>>warnings/tags : softkoo, teasing, makeout sesh, dry humping, cumming through panties and briefs, mention of jungkooks legs, confessions, some attempt at poetry?.., they're cute.

a/n - uhh I'm trying to get descriptive as possible with my writing, but for now, here's something from jungkooks part 1 live!! And just little side comment. Set me free pt 2?!?!? Makes me wanna write for Jimin😭. Uhm anyways enjoy and feedback is very encouraging and I want it so much, so please don't be shy. (Not proof read)

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"Too cold or too hot?"

"Just right, Kook."

Sitting in your shared living room, you and your roommate sit discussing the weather.

"Right?! Thank heavens this weather isn't boiling or freezing us to death." Jungkook exaggerates, while standing up to head to the kitchen.

His legs are on display today as he sports a Nike short and a black shirt, hair ridden as it frames his pretty face. Though you won't tell him.

"Yup." You reply, popping your p.

Your head is tilted to the side as you try to peak at Jungkook, and see what he is doing in the kitchen. He looks like he's pouring a drink for you both as your ears recieve the sound of two glasses hitting the countertop and you lick your lips at the though of the drink. Your cravings for jungkooks treat sitting at the back of your mind.

Both you and Jungkook have been roommates for about 4 years and oh has it been the most tempting years of your life.

While you try to avoid your feelings, You're completely oblivious of Jungkooks own.

Well mainly cause, he'll like to bring his hookups in the apartment and fuck them dizzy till morning while you quietly sob cause you're in that deep.

But they'd be gone by morning. The feelings, you mean. Atleast you try to rid them by getting hookups as well, and damn, they dont work. You'll be thinking of Jungkook during a makeout sesh, and it completely throws you off.

Why did you fall for him again? Why can't he like you back? And why is it yout goddamn roommate of four years?

All these questions play like a song playing on loop on your Spotify playlist. Haunting you on and on.

And this song. It never stops. As hard as you try to pause the song, to stop the song, or move on to the next song. It is nearly impossible and it pisses you off.

Because you just wanna play the next song. You wanna think of something different.

Maybe the sun and how bright it is, or the stars and how glowy they are or even think of what to eat Tommorow. But it is almost impossible with that same damn song playing in your mind and worst part ever?

You aren't fucking bored of it.

The glass in front of you and Jungkooks voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"You're zoning out an awfall lot, Princess." He teases, but lowkey serious.

"O-Oh right, Thanks, Kook." You reply, completely letting the petname pass off as normal.

Jungkook moves closer to you out of instinct as one of his hands come up to fix your sundress strap that was falling off.

You cough slightly, "Thank you, Kook." He only nods and lays his head on your bare shoulder right after taking a sip of his iced coffee.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He prods.

What is on your mind? Could possibly be him. But you won't tell him that.

"A date I have tonight." You blurt. Well it's not entirely a lie, but Mya did invite you for this double date with strangers she found on tinder.

To be fair, she thought it'd be fun.

Jungkook bluffs as he sits up. "You? A date? Since when?"

"Oh why do you care?" You spit. Unintentionally being mean.

"I was just joking, chill. And it was a simple question, ____." You render in your head, that yeah it was a simple question and you're just so fucking sensitive, because you have a big fat crush on Jungkook. Emphasis on the fat.

"Right. I lowkey don't wanna go though." You mumble, but Jungkook catches it.

"Stay with me then. We can ball out on the Whiskey and watch some John Wick before the new one comes out. And when it does, watch it with me. On me. I'll pay for everything." He says, eyes daring into yours as he finishes, tongue toying with his lip piercing.

When you dint respond for almost a minute. Jungkooks tattooed hand reaches out to touch your bare thigh, caressing it softly to gain your attention. "Mmh,Princess. What ya' think?"

Stuttering, "oh yeah right, that's perfect. I'll text Mya to cancel." You respond.

Jungkooks hand never leaves your thigh as he continues to caress it while you scramble for your phone that's next to you, to send Mya a quick text.

Your mind is wobbly and all over the place as you text Mya. Jungkooks hand distracting the shit out of you.

You : Hey, Babes. I'm sooooooo sorry but Junhkook lowkey making a move rn and I'm canceling on that date 😓 pls don't kill me. Atleast you can have a threesome tonight!!😟🕺🏾🕺🏾

After sending your informing but long text, Mya quickly responds the second you do.

Mya <3!! : I hate u😟 but have fun m'lady😓💕

You chuckle at the text, almost forgetting Jungkooks hand laying on your thigh.

Settling your phone down, you mumble an 'excuse me' to Jungkook as you stand up to get the Whiskey in the cabinet.

"Bring the cheap one!" Jungkook shouts from the living room. And from where you are, you can see him scrolling on his phone, a small smirk playing on his lips.

A mischievous like smirk. Probably looking through his next hookups text messages.

You ignore the feeling of jealousy in your heart. Shaking off the bitter feeling as you bend over to grab the Whiskey at the back. The furthest the cheapest.

You grab two Whiskey glasses and head over to the living room. Settling everything down, you swiftly lean back as your hair shadows your face and you do your best to move It away.

You both go through a whole hour of silence and making some small comments about the movie you're watching, while balling out on the Whiskey.

Never abruptly stopping with the Whiskey, you both end up finishing a whole bottle, and immediately after that, Jungkook gets up to get the second bottle.

This the 3rd hour. Second movie. More silence, yet so silently, little do you know what plays in Jungkooks mind.

"You didn't tell me you were into tattoos." Jungkook breaks the silence.

Taking a seat and handing him his glass of Whiskey after pouring what seems to both of your 10th glass you softly sigh. "Well I am. And how do you know this?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Your Instagram. And you've never expressed that love for my tats." He smirks.

"Y-you saw my insta?" You breathlessly ask. Feeling a wave of shock come over you. He was fucking Smirking at your Instagram.

He nods, "yeah. It's sexy."

That tickles your pussy. And feeling bold enough, you play along as you slowly take a sip of your Whiskey, finger seductively rubbing the rim of the glass.

"Oh yeah? How sexy?" You question.

Jungkook moves closer and grabs the glass from you, "the fact that it's you. That's sexy enough." He finishes, placing the whisky on the coffee table.

"Are you drunk?" You ask. Ignoring his comment.

"Takes more than that to make drunk. Why? You think I'll regret this?" He softly sighs ; moving closer to you, he grabs your waist and settles your body on his lap. Hands rubbing your waist.

Truth is, you do think he'll regret this. But you shake your head no. Maybe if he just fucked you, all the feelings would leave.

And you'd be free from the looped song that continues to play.

Lips hovering yours, you lean in closer, hands placed on his rigid shoulder.

Jungkook abruptly turns his head to the side, and your heart aches.

"Be honest. Did you think I'd regret this?"

You whisper an audible, "yes."

His lips encase yours for a long peck, that feels loving and reassuring.

"Trust me, I really have a thing for you. That typa shit that makes me wanna do what couples in New York do. Show everyone that you're mine and I'm yours. I have for the longest time."

You almost feel dizzy at his confession. Not because you refuse to believe it's real, you've wanted this to be real for the longest. It just now occurred to you that he felt the exact same way.

As your way of responding, your lips land on his for a sweet kiss that he leads. Really soft smacks of you both kissing resounding in the room.

You briefly pull away after a minute of kissing, "I like you, too." You shyly mumble.

Out of embarrassment, you bury your face in his chest and Jungkook chuckles above you and you know this because his chest rumbles.

"You're so cute." He whispers, fingers playing with your ear, and you smile up at him, meeting his smile as well. Drunken but he's not really that drunk.

Your eyes lazily shut and you cuddle closer into him.

"____," He starts and you pay him attention as you lean up. "Can I please be your boyfriend?" He asks. Hands holding yours like a delicate flower. Your favorites even.

You giggle and that makes his heart skips a beat. Who would've thought the sound of your laughs would make his heart smile so much.

"Yes, Jungkook. You can. I'd love that so much."

He smiles and it almost reaches his ear but you attack him with a kiss, sloppily making out with your Boyfriend, and his hands come up to caress your him, guiding you to grind on his prominent bulge.

"Argh- fuck, just like that." He props of your mouth, leaning to kiss up your neck as you grind on him with force, making yourself incredibly wet, that it soaks right through your floral lacey thong, soiling Jungkooks expensive Shorts.

You go about dry humping him. Hoping to cum that way.

The moans in the room.are synced and ragged and broken up as Jungkook grinds up into you, hoping to find his release as well.

You finally cum in your panties, head coming down onto Jungkooks shoulder as he shoots into his briefs, releasing as well.

"Oh, God." You muffle in his shoulder, feeling lightheaded from all the alcohol and energy put into humping.

Chuckling, "you Okay, sweetie?" Jungkook questions.

You would've answered simultaneously, but you're Slumped and deep into your sleep already.

Jungkook notices this when he tries to get a view of you above him.

"So pretty." He murmurs at your sleepikg figure,placing a loving peck on your forehead after moving his sweaty hair from his face and you're both loudly snoring after that.

In your mind, you're really glad that you were able to get rid of the looped song.

~♥︎~

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alexanderlightweight · 9 months

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Good afternoon, hi, hello, happy timezone to you OMG. I am in love. Obsessed I tell you. Kitten Alec is my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. And it's Wednesday! Any chance for a bit more of maybe I'm the villain?

I cannot tell you how much fun I'm having with Magnus and Alec's ears. And Magnus and Alec's tail! Alec's tail wrapped around Magnus' wrist!

If you'll excuse me, I need to go find a Victorian fainting couch to fall on as I swoon from delight while contemplating all these glorious pictures you've put in my head. ❤️

^_^ hehe i love all flavors of dragon and cat malec and i realized that this is a world where shadowhunters/seelies/warlocks have marks and other forms. vampires dont have them and werewolves nly have wolf features.

i hope you enjoy swooning! alec is definitely going to swoon at sme point on magnus' sunlit window seat

i am also having fun and tbh, alec is going to be having fun at some point too ^_^

thank laws and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

— Alec can’t help but relax further into Magnus the more his tail is petted.

Between the tether and the petting, Alec is the most vulnerable he’s ever been and experiencing the most intimacy of his life. It’s overwhelming to a degree where all he can do is press his forehead against the scales of Magnus’ neck and try to focus on his scent.

It’s rich and woodsy and deep with earth scents that cause Alec to nuzzle closer. His tail has once again betrayed him and he knows it’s wrapped devotedly around Magnus’ wrist. Magnus’ wrist is being greedily held captive and Alec continually tells himself that the only reason he hasn’t pulled away is because at this point, what does it matter?

Nails tease at sensitive skin until he shakes even as Magnus calls out, apparently resuming court even as he ignores another drink to instead keep both hands on Alec.

—

Magnus palms Alexander’s ass and delights in the tightening twitch of the thick tail around his arm. Alexander’s ears also betray him, flicking back and then forward as his breath comes in tiny pants that end with little kitten licks to Magnus’ neck.

It’s nearly too much to let go and the moment that just enough time has passed, Magnus has his teeth in Alexander’s neck and is greedily bruising flesh and muscle even as he breaks skin and breaks blood to the surface. It’s a mouthful of pure ambrosia and the mere taste of Alexander’s lifeblood fills Magnus with a devouring lust even as he swallows another mouthful.

It’s with lingering tenderness that Magnus licks the bite — until it’s preserved in a half-healed state that will scar even with angelic or magical intervention.

Alexander shakes and whines but makes no true protest and Magnus croons even as he pets Alexander’s ears until they lift again. They’re so delightfully soft and Magnus is sure that his kitten’s fur is one of the most decadent textures Magnus has felt in centuries.

Magnus listens to the tedium of his court as he savors the last of Alexander’s blood on his lips and tongue and the weight of his kitten in his lap. There are more than a few looks that linger and Magnus curls his lips at those and from their immediately cowering, it seems his point is made.

Magnus has held court in a variety of ways, some more salacious than others, but he’s fairly certain this is the most distracting court he’s ever held. No one can look away from Alexander but very few dare or are stupid enough to keep looking. It means that his entire court is shifty-eyed and hesitant even as Magnus’ good mood grows.

Alexander seems overwhelmed by the entirety of the experience and Magnus has no doubt that on a battlefield, his little angel is quite the warrior. Here though, protected and kept warm and distracted in Magnus lap, he’s a sweet kitten, begging to be pampered.

His tail and ears are gorgeous but the same oil that polishes Magnus’ scales will do wonders for the luster of his dark, abyssal fur. Magnus wants to lay him out on his lap and brush and pamper and tend to Alexander until he purrs for no other reason than that Magnus is touching him.

Another ten minutes pass and the clave’s hunters are no where near the rift they’re supposed to be eradicating. Instead — as they stumble slightly out of the path — Magnus carves his initials into Alexander’s thigh with one, long talon.

Alexander keens through it and the paralytic from Magnus’ nails ensure that its a numb heat even as it clots the wound.

Magnus admires his own handiwork, pleased with how nicely his brand looks on Alexander’s skin.

It’s a pity it’s another twenty minutes till Magnus will get him naked — Alexander won’t be as gentle if Magnus plays the same trick twice and Magnus isn’t going to risk being predictable — but Magnus is enjoying himself.

Alexander is relaxing now — subconsciously or not — and his ears are flicking towards Magnus’ every time he speaks, his tail relaxing when Magnus’ talks and tightening when others speak instead.

“My good, precious kitten.” Magnus murmurs, hand reaching under shirt and jacket to scratch his nails down sweat-damp skin. “Rest lovely, you have nothing but time.”

Alexander muffles a growl in Magnus’ neck and Magnus marvels at how rarely the clave ever act in his favor, even if it is accidentally.

Problems are brought to him to solve from something as small as a magical house pest, to a century old feud that has been remembered for the first time in decades.

It’s tedious and necessary and Magnus finds himself far more patient than he normally is. Alexander is an easy distraction — a reminder of good things to come — and Magnus finds that time melts together as Alexander’s jacket is dropped to the floor and then his shirt.

It’s been just under an hour and Alexander is naked and bare and yet still relaxed and languid in Magnus’ lap. He’s firm and muscled and clearly needs some coddling that Magnus is more than happy to provide.

The hunters have finally found the right path and Magnus has no doubt that they’ll soon be providing him with plenty of reason for entertainment.

Inside Pandemonium, Magnus throws up the wards that mean he isn’t to be approached and curls his fingers through soft locks until he can gently pull Alexander’s head back.

“Drink kitten,” Magnus murmurs as he offers Alexander a sip from his own cup. “Small sips,” Magnus tells him chidingly when his lips barely press against the glass. It’s with an incredulous look that Alexander hesitantly laps at the drink with small kitten kisses of his tongue.

It’s sinfully exquisite and almost too much to handle so Magnus takes a long sip of his own drink and presses his lips to Alexander’s insistently. He pulls an open-mouthed gasp from Alexander as he teases him and feeds him the drink before he pulls away, licking away the shine of alcohol from his kittens slack lips.

“Good boy, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs and then he smirks as an the sun finishes turning and the entirety of an hour has passed.

Alexander is naked now and it’s time for Magnus’ to have his fun.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #maybe i'm the villain #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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cheban-png · 1 month

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People dont act like people anymore

First time doin this on my puter woah, lawl. Anyways, not so fun topic that i want to put into the world but have no one to share it with--so why not on my shiny new and very public Tumblr acc?

Hi im Chebe, and i was a bit of a hermit for a couple years. Maybe it was the npd, or the adhd, or the pandemic, or the bullying, or something else but I was REALLY against the idea of making any friends for a couple years and became pretty isolated. I got to the point where i was only talking to like 3 people max that werent family for extended periods of time. fFr the last year however, ive been working, and thats really pulled me out of my shell. I made a new years resolution that id put myself out there and meet people again--and as i learn to make friends again, im remembering some of the reasons i was so opposed to it in the first place.

(This next part is situations that happened to me and extremely close friends, but for simplicity and privacy ill speak as if all the stories are my own.) One of my biggest things is that something weird and fucked up happened the second 2019 ended and everyone became absolutely insufferable. I cant even describe it but everyone around me both in school at the time and online became like. hyper sensitive but also evil at the same time. I have never seen a human so disgustingly manipulative while sugar coating their language with over/misused tone tags and faux medical speak at the same time. WHERE DID YOU PPL LEARN TO ACT LIKE THIS LMAOO. how you abliest and an ally at the same time dog. whatever thats not what this is about, that was one tiny vague example ^_^

Anyways the actual biggest thing is probably oversharing. no one gets to know each other anymore and it creates rlly weird unnatural relationships that humans arent supposed to experience. in my bios, i try to only share things you know by a first, in person interation with me. Im biracial (black/white), im trans (strictly he/him), im fat and you may call me Chebe or Angel. i even feel weird saying i have npd/adhd. im sharing because its relevent. man this is getting too long,,

an extremely common thing that happens to me is ppl STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET will send me these chunky paragraphs that follow the same format; "You/your art/your fashion inspires me so much, how do i copy this exactly?". Everythiung that makes me ME was developed over the course of my entire life??? what do you mean??? just the other day i got, "Whats ur style called??! i cant seem to find anything that 'perfectly' fits the way you are." and that was fucking horrifying. This was a stranger ive never ever seen the face/name/voice of. like can you guys even wrap your head around what an insane and invasive thing to say that is? i get shit like that ALL the time.

Dude i. im people. im human. I have lived a life and i am built up of microscopic fragments of all my experiences. im not a pinterest board or an influencer selling the ~aesthetic~ that is my life. Im a real human being and i am the way that i am because??? THATS JUST HOW I AM NATURAL:LY!!!!! i am like this becuase i LIKE being this way!!!!

and dont be ignorant, im scemo and find inspiration everywhere i go just like everyone else, but it is so deranged to dm a stranger and go "you are so amazing.... how do i clone everything that makes you unique and human"

this is NOT about gatekeeping or whatyeverthafuck i need you people to realize im SCARED and these are tiny instances in my life that make me worry about my future because some of you bitches are DOPPLEGANGERS (/silly /lh)

#Chebe thinks #serious post #CW that i speak extremely exaggerated and please take this with a grain of salt/not so literally

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smolla-than-a-bug · 3 years

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01 | mission: impossible

sano shinichiro x reader

banner from @ichig0-miruku !

having only each other to rely on for most of their lives, the sano brothers make great partners in crime. however, little manjiro has taken on a new solo mission under his brother’s nose. his role? to play wingman

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content — fem!reader, gakuen babysitters au, baby toman gang, shinichiro is a hopeless romatic (heavy on the hopeless), baby keisuke is a menace, there is a diaper change in case that grosses u out

notes — 3k+ wc. unedited. kinda rushed actu cos i had to study nsnsnddnm anyway chapter one down !! will i ever shut up abt shinichiro smiling no i dont think i will. also i think i have baby fever 😓 HAHAHA solike not a lot happens in this chapter but it does get more fun later on trust me <\3

Children are generally sensitive to their surroundings. Manjiro, in particular, was very responsive to his older brother. Whether it was a couple of words or a mere facial expression, he was always attentive and quick to react. It seemed that however it was that Shinichiro was feeling, Manjiro was bound to adapt some second-hand variation of it.

It started yesterday. He could sense that something was off as soon as Shinichiro stepped a single foot into the daycare. The perk in his step was nowhere to be seen and even the updo he’d spent so much time on that morning seemed to have deflated. He did revert back to usual once all the toddlers flocked around him, but the first glimpse was enough to upset Manjiro.

His first thought was that maybe he could make Shinichiro feel better if he had him read them a book, but despite the big smile while he shifted voices per character, the unsettling feeling lingered. Manjiro wondered what could have happened to make his charismatic brother feel so down. With helplessness weighing on his chest, he decided to cling onto him for the rest of the day.

Some time later, Manjiro found himself wide awake on his brother's back. On a normal day, he'd rest his head and drift off into dreamland without a second thought, but the ick in his gut prevented him from doing so with how quiet Shinichiro was being on their usual walk back home. Shinichiro who would tell him all about his day, share a few jokes he'd recently come up with, fake-cry about how much fun Manjiro was having at the daycare without him since he was so tired. That same Shinichiro, for some odd reason, had nothing to say today? Maybe he was feeling sick again?

The moment they entered the Sano household, Manjiro fidgeted, itching to be put down, and when he was, off to the kitchen he went to find the round, yellow fruit their grandfather gave him the last time he was ill.

"Manjiro!"

But his tiny limbs weren't long enough to reach for the basket in the middle of the table.

Shinichiro made his way through the hallway, peeking into each room he passed by in search of a runaway toddler. "Manjiro, don't run off like that! What the— where'd you even go?" Hearing no response or even a sound in any of the rooms, he called out to him again. "Manjiro?" Among the last rooms the hallway lead to was the kitchen. There, he found Manjiro dangling off of the edge of the tall table with his arm stretched out. He quickly scooped him into his arms out of panic that he'd fall and get hurt.

"Nii-chan." He pointed to the tangerines on the table. Shinichiro instantly knew what he was trying to do.

"So you noticed. Was it that obvious?" Manjiro nodded. "Well," he cringed, "uh, I'm not sick, but thank you for the concern." He carried Manjiro with him going to their shared room on the other side of the house. Wide eyes blinked up at him, waiting for an explanation.

Shinichiro distracted himself from responding for as long as he could. Prying eyes never left him alone as he pulled out a change of clothes and a towel for Manjiro—not even when he was already in the tub. His main concern was figuring out how he could explain his depressing mood in such a way that wouldn't make him look too pathetic in front of his little brother.

"I... I got all done up for Valentine's today, and I didn't get a single gift or anything."

Alas, it proved to be a losing feat. Manjiro was now bored and occupying himself with the rubber ducks floating amidst the bubbles.

"Okay, ouch. I put extra effort into my hair and even ironed my uniform again!" Only then did Shinichiro realize that not a single word that came out of his mouth was helping him. He wiped his brow, unconsciously getting soap all over his forehead and on the ends of his bangs. (This caught Manjiro's interest.) Groaning, all ounces of dignity left his body as he slumped over the edge of the tub. "Manjirooo," he complained. "Nii-chan's so lonely... Well, I have you, sure, so I'm not that lonely but— you get what I mean. It’s a wonder how I don’t have my own harem yet. I’m good-looking enough, aren’t I? Hell, even Take got chocolate from a girl in the volleyball club!"

Manjiro's head tilted to one side, picking up one rubber duck and offering it to Shinichiro who hesitantly accepted it with a head pat in return. "Right. Thanks, Manjiro."

The next morning was a little easier to deal with.

Shinichiro had woken up at the usual hour this time around. He left his hair down—no updo today. Manjiro frowned. He thought the updo was funny. On the way to school, the vibrations on Shinichiro's back as he spoke lulled him to sleep.

The naps he took on the walk to school never failed to clip their travel time much shorter. Before he knew it, he was already being pried awake by a hyper Keisuke, pulling him along to play with his new toy. He hugged Shinichiro, who gave him a head pat and his usual bid of "Be good, Manjiro" in parting.

As Keisuke swung his plastic sword around, showing off the 'skills' he's attained upon gripping the weapon, Manjiro watched his older brother exchange greetings with Usaida, who manned the daycare full-time. On his way out he quite literally bumped into someone who happened to be rushing in at the same time.

"Y/N-neechama!"

Manjiro curiously observed the way the tips of Shinichiro's ears reddened as he stammered out an apology, then lightly scolding you for not resting at home. He watched Shinichiro's shoulders relax when you laughed it off, saying that you felt better today. So you were the one who was ill yesterday. Was his brother sad because you weren't feeling well then? He couldn't hear much over Keisuke's screaming, but he saw you hand him a small container before rushing off—presumably, to class.

Shinichiro stood frozen at the door, container in hand. Usaida was teasing him, snapping a few photos of the look on his face. Slowly, Shinichiro turned his head to meet Manjiro's curious eyes as if to say: Did you see that, Manjiro?

He nodded, crawling over to find out what was inside the container. Opening it, the aroma of freshly baked goods grabbed the attention of Keisuke, whose self-imposed duty was to alert everyone else. "Cookies from Y/N-neechama!"

Though, Usaida was quick to shut him down. "Now Keisuke, they aren't for you."

"But Usa—"

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Manjiro couldn’t wait for the day to end. It’s not that he wanted to go home immediately, but the hours in which you were away in class gave him plenty of time to come up with a plan to cure Shinichiro’s ‘loneliness’. You two had always been close, so Manjiro thought, who would be a better candidate than you to end up with his brother?

It was an added bonus was that you were particularly fond of Manjiro. Maybe it was because you’d be the one holding his hand during walks since Shinichiro would always be stuck with the Kawata twins. You’d always comfort him whenever he felt left out because of the others wanting to play with Shinichiro. You’d sneak him little treats, hold him tight, and read to him in the library corner to make him feel a bit better about being separated from his brother.

Manjiro wouldn’t mind one bit if you became part of the family as his sister. He was already comfortable around you, and after seeing Shinichiro’s mood improve tenfold after realizing you gifted him homemade cookies today to make up for not being able to do so yesterday, Manjiro’s determined to make it happen. Your happily ever after with his brother would be one like those in some of the books he reads!

Now, he just needed to launch his plan.

Truth be told, he didn’t have a concrete set of steps to follow yet. He couldn’t think of anything other than having you play a damsel in distress while Shinichiro plays the night in shining armor—a plot right out of a fairytale—but where would he find someone to play the dragon? And if watching Disney’s Hercules with you taught him anything, it’s that damsels in distress like Megara could handle themselves.

His main goal was to find a way to push you two together. He would just have to improvise along the way and meddle as much as he could until it worked out.

“Chiro-niichama! Y/N-neechama!”

And that was his cue.

Though you entered the daycare together, it proved to be a difficult task keeping you together. Aside from Usaida who was asleep most of the time, you and Shinichiro were the only two members of the babysitter club. Manjiro remembers when you found out Shinichiro was the lone member of the club, having to take care of all the toddlers by himself. That was the same day you handed in your application.

When Usaida declared that everyone would be going on a walk around campus, Manjiro thought this was a great opportunity to try pulling a few tricks. He shooed Shinichiro away from the twins, opting for the three of them to hold hands with himself at the center where Shinichiro normally would be. He nodded at his brother—a silent command to let him take over. Shinichiro had been taken aback by this motion. Apparently, you found it funny, and Manjiro's forever grateful that you decided to let them be.

He was practically skipping along with the twins, thinking that his plan was fool proof. That his first attempt is already successful. Until Takashi turned around and pointed out that "Chiro-niichama! Y/N-neechama! You need to hold hands too!"

Usaida chimed in, finding it hilarious how flustered the pair of you had become. "Taka's right, you know? One of you could get lost."

Shinichiro was glaring at Usaida, but he glanced once at Manjiro and all of a sudden was compelled to agree. Manjiro was fully aware that he had that sort of effect on him and was fixed on using it to his full advantage. After all, it was Shinichiro he was doing all this for.

So tentatively, Shinichiro's hand clasped yours, and the daycare club train took off once more. If Manjiro was delighted before, he was much more elated now. Everything seemed to be sailing smoothly. What could possibly go wrong?

"I wanna hold Chiro and Y/N!"

Keisuke. Keisuke is what went wrong.

Manjiro tried to stop him, but before he could even move, Keisuke was already pulling your hands apart and shoving himself between you two, cackling to himself as he swung your arms back and forth.

Just as Manjiro was considering opening his plans to a team effort, he quickly shut that thought down.

The second attempt of the day came when Usaida had to run an errand and there was a backside emergency with baby Chifuyu. As per usual, Shinichiro volunteered to be the one to change him despite your reassurances that you could do it.

You made your way over to look after the other kids while Shinichiro fetched a clean diaper.

This time, Manjiro didn’t need to do much, for Chifuyu had woken up with a full diaper. Whenever this happened, he was bound to wail as loud as a siren until he was completely changed. All Manjiro needed to do was to get you to help his brother calm Chifuyu down.

He found the baby rattle and handed it to you expectantly. With a thrown thanks, you rushed over to Chifuyu and tried to distract him as he was being changed, cooing at him and playing peek-a-boo so he would calm down. Manjiro didn’t miss the stolen glances his brother took of you, nor did he miss the smile he tried to hide.

He couldn’t understand why Shinichiro didn’t just talk to you. Why couldn’t he do something about the obvious sentiments he harbors for you? Moreover, why couldn’t you see it when it was so obvious? Was it because of the baby poop that got caught in his nails when he lifted his hands after changing Chifuyu?

You took over carrying Chifuyu in your arms as you poked fun at Shinichiro, who ran away to the restroom so he could scrub his hands properly.

Manjiro tried getting you both to read him a story, dividing the characters between yourselves (he specifically picked out a fairytale for that), but Keisuke got antsy and started play-fighting with Kazutora. He tried hoarding the snacks so you two would have to share between yourselves, but that motion was foiled when Takashi noticed. There was even an instance when Shinichiro accidentally tripped over a running Keisuke, but you were more concerned for the toddler. But he was fine, Manjiro argued. Keisuke didn't even cry!

Manjiro was getting more and more grumpy as nothing came of his efforts. Plus, the end of the day was nearing and still no sign of success. He desperately needed a nap and found himself passing out, bundled in blankets.

You slumped against the wall the moment every last one of the kids fell asleep. You took a moment to soak up the calm atmosphere before moving to clean up, putting away the scattered toys and wiping down sticky surfaces.

It was tiring looking after children, but today had been even more draining than usual. Maybe you should have listened to Shinichiro when he told you to go home and sleep... but then that would have meant that he'd have had to deal with all this by himself. You remember that he would have had Usaida to rely on had you not shown up to school today, but then you see him buried under all the sleeping children, himself snoring as well, and you lightly scoff.

Manjiro, in particular, was pretty active today. It was a good thing, you suppose. He's finally opening up and becoming more comfortable among his peers. But as much as you love that he's putting himself out there more, you'll definitely miss the days when he was the calmest one out of everyone. He still is, but only slightly now. He's slowly getting onto everyone else's level with how much time he spends with Keisuke.

Another factor that spent your mental state was the amount of interaction you had with your friend. It's not a big deal, you tell yourself. You saw each other every day, you were the first friend he made in class when he first transferred, and you were one of the first of his friends to get to know Manjiro. You were already pretty close to begin with, so how was this any different?

Maybe it was the way he handled himself when he's around his brother, or kids in general. He was always so sweet with his words and so careful with his movements (save for when he tripped over Keisuke, but technically, Keisuke did run into the back of his knee). He smiled more around the kids as well. It was obvious in his behavior that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with them, taking care of them. There's just something about guys who are good with kids that is so attractive, and the fact that you witness this with Shinichiro every day never fails to baffle you because how have you survived this long without physically melting yet?

You spot Shinichiro splayed out in the middle of the floor.

"You gonna fall asleep like that?"

"Yeah, probably."

Looks like you're not the only one tired out by the kids.

You chuckle, resuming your cleanup duties. Shinichiro must have felt guilty leaving cleanup to you because he soon got up from his spot and began helping you out with the areas of the room you haven't gotten to yet, which you note was very considerate of him.

Thanks to your joint efforts, the daycare was mess-free once again. During regular nap times, you were free to do whatever you wanted until someone woke up, but nap time came late today with how hyper the kids had been. A glance at the clock told you that none of them were likely to wake before their parents came to pick them up, meaning you basically had the rest of the day to ease off.

Shinichiro handed you a pillow. "You should sleep too. You're probably really tired."

"We're both tired." You removed your apron. Then you fluffed the pillow on the floor. "In that case, you should too."

He didn't give it an ounce of thought at all before saying "Fine, then we'll sleep together." Halting your movements, you didn't dare to look at him when he went to ask what's wrong, realization on the double meaning of his words dawning on him soon after. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know, I'm sorry!"

Movement from one of the kids shifted in their sleep shushed you both, ending the short conversation and allowing you both to settle down. Shinichiro ran a hand through his hair, choosing in a spot not to near you but not too far either. You both pretend like nothing happened.

"Hey," Shichiro speaks up. Softly, this time around. "I never got to thank you for the cookies this morning. They were really good."

You nodded. You’re sure he can see you from his peripheral anyway, so no words were really necessary. No way were you going to tell him you woke up extra early and worked on perfecting that one batch the whole morning.

"Also, sorry if Manjiro was a handful today. Dunno what got into him."

"Shinichiro," he hummed. "Don't be sorry. I had fun."

You snuck a quick glimpse of him. There, adorning his angelic face, was that sweet smile that relaxed the awkward beating in your heart.

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satoruseme · 3 years

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falling in love with bokuto kotaro

Author: frogfits

Pairing: bokuto kotaro x reader

Genre: fluff, hc

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: slowly falling in love with bokuto as fukurodani boys volleyball club manager.

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fukurodani was actually your first choice for high school

you were accepted within a week of applying

the studying nights were finally worth something

you somehow ended up as the boys volleyball manager because your close friend konoha had BEGGED you to help them out for a “few weeks” bc you were the best

they couldn’t start practice matches without a manager

you had initially thought that it was awful

loud, sweaty, annoying boys

not your thing, right?

bokuto especially, he was so loud and so fucking sensitive and you could not stand it

shouldn’t a second year be a little… less?

it seemed like the only ones you could tolerate were akaashi and of course, konoha

asking akaashi “how do you deal with that every day?”

“you just need to liven up a little. its actually amusing.”

so you tried harder to not be a grumpy bitch to get used to being around all the nonsense

and it started to, well

be kinda fun?

the first time you realized that it wasn’t so bad was when the boys won every match at the spring interhigh qualifier tournament

this meant NATIONALS??

you had never seen your little first year besties so excited

you probably yelled louder than bokuto when they won

akaashi had invited you to a party at his house with the rest of the boys

this was going to be the first time you had hung out with them outside of anything volleyball related

aaaand they got you shit faced

(they were too, so dont worry)

you somehow ended up sandwiched between bokuto and akaashi on the dance floor

akaashi got dragged away by komi and that left..

… you and bokuto

you hesitated for a moment

but you both were so wasted that the dancing just continued and you realized for the first time

this is fun and you liked it

you knew bokuto was an amazing person with the biggest heart

with a sunshine persona that could cheer anyone up

you had always been super quiet and reserved, so its normal to be taken aback by this

but you realized for the first time..

how fucking boring that is

and so you danced, and you let the night carry you away

you didnt worry. about anything

you only heard the music and felt the boy behind you

it was one of the best nights of your entire life

they ended up losing in the third round of nationals to shiratorazowa

the whole team was super bummed, understandably

it was bokuto, who swallowed his despair

you could tell how upset he was but he stood from his seat on the bus and yelled

“hey! being sad isnt going to change the results, all we can do is work our asses off and try again next year!”

he went on a whole speech and you could tell he was holding it all in and trying to be tough for his team

you saw when he quickly sank back down in his seat alone that the tears started flowing

you couldn’t help but feel your heart shatter

when tf did you become soft?

you lived close to each other, so when you arrived back at the school late that night

he asked if he could walk you home

bc he was worried about your safety

ofc you said yes

and you talked. the whole way. about almost everything that was on your minds

you even stopped and sat on the staircase that looked out over the river

you told him how well he did

and you told him he was strong for the speech he gave

you told him you could always see the passion in his eyes

that night

he looked at you, and he saw something different

you believed you were just making him feel better

but once the praise started, it was hard to stop

it was a mindless praise,

and it was something only he realized as you went on and on

giving you a hug as he left you on your front porch

“ill see you at school after the break!” he said

he turned and you watched him walk down the neighborhood with his head held just a tiny bit higher than before

your second year at fukurodani, and ofc, after the previous year you HAD to be manager again (bokuto, akaashi and konoha DEMANDED)

you were gonna do it anyway

“nominees on captains this year?” coach yamiji says

everyone knows its only between washio, sarukui and bokuto

“gotta be bokuto, hands down”

bokutos were heard from around the room as they should

“okay im flattered guys but.. can i ask why?”

akaashi says what everyone is thinking

“BOKUTO, not only are you our ace, but you are always the one who holds the team together, makes sure we are all on the same page.”

you had to chime in “dont forget that speech after nationals”

you sent him a wink it was definitely not intentional but it happened so we have to own it

also no, i DONT think i saw bokuto blushing

something was different about bokuto this year

he seemed more mature and vibrant, less whiney ?

he was always asking you to help him and akaashi work on their attacks,

which you never minded

and you three became inseperable

they would invite you over after late practices and you would laugh and play games

you hung out with the entire team

there was more of an effort from bokuto to be your friend lol

the moment you realized there was something different seriously different in the way you looked at him

was when he brought you a shell bracelet to practice one morning

“whats this bokuto?”

you were so joyed

nobody ever got you something just bc they thought of you

“it made me think of you, so i had to get it”

and it never left your wrist

bokutos heart almost burst every single day that he saw it

he started walking home with you every single day

and your faces would ache from smiling and laughing so hard

one day, your mother was waiting on the front porch when you and bokuto arrived in your driveway

oh fuck

“bring this boy inside, i want to meet him!”

so he came inside your home,

and that was a bad idea and not bc anything bad happened, but the opposite

you could not believe it as you stared at your mother doubled over in laughter at something bokuto had told her

as you watched him pick up your little 5 year old sister and spin her around as she giggled and told bokuto she loved him more than the entire world god bless

“hold on, i have something for you” he told her a few weeks later when he had been invited inside for dinner, yet again

watching in confusion as he pulled a shell bracelet out of his backpack and placed it on your sisters wrist

the same one as yours, but with a single pink shell in the middle

she looked so happy she could cry

you watched as she leaped in his arms and squeeled

and you fucking realized

that you were in love with kotaro bokuto

he kissed you for the first time

he finally did it

and it was in your bedroom

not an entirely special place but youre 17 and 18 years old,, what the hell did you expect

but there was something about it that just made you fall deeper

he was so gentle with his touch and was reassuring you how much he wanted to kiss you

and it all felt so perfect

one night, even after akaashi had left, bokuto asked you to help him with some recieves

it was just you two in the entire gym

there was a ball perfectly placed on top of all the others in the basket

so you picked it up

and right when you were about to throw it you saw red ink

at first you freaked and thought it was blood

so you flipped it over and in red something? it read

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you looked at bokuto in disbelief that this was even happening

you dropped the ball and ofc said yes

he wrapped his arms around you and yelled so loudly before kissing you

you had learned to love his loudness, and everything about him

it was perfect

the first time he told you he loved you was right before a match and it was a quick

“i love you babe thank you” when you handed him a water before he jogged off

you couldn’t move from your spot by the bench

he didn’t even realize he had said it

until halfway through the game

and he fucked up some spikes

akaashi hit him in the back of the head

they eventually won the game and neither of you mentioned it until you got home

he laid in your bed with you and you both sat there in silence

“i love you too, bokuto.”

his eyes shot open

“you do??”

“well ofc idiot, i’ve been in love with you for a very long time”

so you told him when you realized you were in love

“when did you realize?” you asked him

“remember the first night we walked home together, after nationals?”

you ofc, do remember that

“i realized that night. you were so diligent and passionate about what you were telling me, and i realized that you cared about me and that i felt the same way. i knew i was in love with you from that very second by the river”

the rest of the school year and being bokutos gf went something kinda like the following

“karasuno? who tf”

oh shit. karasuno.

tokyo training camp was fun, almost TOO much fun

why tf was this nishinoya kid always talking to you

“noya noya noya” bokuto tsked

shes mine, dont forget it kiddo or ill aim all my spikes right at your nose”

loud laughs

“bokuto. kuroo. this is your fifth rap battle. we are sick of it.” muttered kenma,

you had to nod your head and agree.

ONE bokuto was enough. kuroo did not need to fuel the fire

“theres a serving battle at lunch” - akaashi

“that sounds so fucking stupid” - kenma

“the stupidest shit ive ever heard” - you

who won the serving battle? dont ask bc it wasnt bokuto and you dont need more tears to wipe today

nationals. again!

“babe. wear this.”

“is it clean?”

“of course its clean what the hell.”

its his extra jersey

your little lol number 4 captain was giving you his extra jersey to wear at the matches

“i think it will give me good luck”

he regrets it

bc he keeps getting distracted

but he loves it still, and he loves you

and you love him. A LOT.

how did this crazy loud ass boy become the love of your life?

and you would do anything to make him the happiest boy alive

and he would do anything to make you the happiest person alive

and so after every match, when he would kiss you and tell you he loves you

you could always be confident that he meant it

forever

masterlist

#bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima hcs #bokuto hcs #bokuto fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #kageyama #kenma kuzome #kuroo hcs

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Pls ur reactions r so good ??? I’m in love :(

Skz reaction to you having an oral fixation / always wanting to have a mouth full of cock ?

AH thank u!! its really gratifying to hear <33

also when i write these i get like a ~ feeling ~ for each member IDK i feel like a psychic AND I WRITE DOWN EVERY THOUGH HAHSAHAS so if it seems kinda... unorganized thats why lmao

OH BRAH QUICK REACTION LEGO

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; SMUT!! oral fixation, male genitailia, blowjobs, explicit sexual content, strong language, cum, orgasm (m),,, uhm.. yeah? about that

Bangchan

now look,,, its not that he doesnt like blowjobs

its just that he doesnt see the point of you sucking him off all the time when he could be hitting it yk?

SURE foreplay go ahead suck his dick

but like... always?? hmm... dont think so

he never says no to it if you offer to do it lmao

because WHY WOULD HE

BUT and now this is a big but(t)

i’ve had this thought for forever but hear me out...

he loves to 69

HASHAHS I DONT KNOW WHY I CAN IMAGINE THIS SO WELL LIKE...

because he both gives and recieves and that makes his heart go BOOMBOOM

more for your pleasure and doesnt mind going without it for a while, more enjoying to give you pleasure

ah pretty boy channie :((

Minho

YALL ALREADY KNOW WHATS GOING DOWN

it gets violent

no joke

hearing and feeling you choke on his dick is the ego boost of his life

“hmm? having a hard time baby? how about i help you?”

and then he shoves it further down, making you tear up

drool all over your chin and chest

his hand tightly gripping your hair

almost facefucking you

violent

degradation x1000

every degrading word you could ever imagine comes out between his pretty lips

“slut, whore, cumslave”

YOU NAME IT

but always mixes it with praise to let you know that you’re doing great and that he’s enjoying it (a lot) :(((

Changbin

he’s definitely a blowjob type of guy

just taps the head of his dick against your flat wet tongue LORD SAVE ME

eye contact or no dick

in his opinion you’re the prettiest when you look up at him with sparkly doe eyes, your mouth stuffed with his girthy dick

he likes being teased?!?!?

kitten lick his tip and bruh he gone in a matter of minutes

probably a bit embarrassed but DEEP DOWN he enjoys it

even though you like sucking his dick A LOT

he is usually the one that suggests it just because he knows that you’re gonna say yes no matter what

BRUH PRAISE???

praise him, he needs it

“you’re so big binnie, f-fuck...”

size kink hello? how small your mouth his in comparison to his dick

nah he gets off by just that lmao

Hyunjin

i strongly believe in that the fastest way to get him off is oral

NO JOKE

he’s not too sensitive most of the time

but oral

PHEW boy be cumming faster than changbin grew (ITS A JOKE DONT ATTACk ME)

he cums a lot

white ribbons just ooze out from the tip

the moans THE MOOOOANS

tiny sweat drops bead on his forehead as his long hair falls in his face, the rest being tied up in a haphazardly ponytail

he slowly guides your head down his length

gently grabbing the back of your neck

flattening your tongue and licking fat stripes up against his painful erection (im going feral)

loves cumming in your mouth

“open up sweetheart” he’d squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth and groaning at the sight of your wet tongue covered in his release

my god

Jisung

loves it

why?

because it’s convenient

if he feels horny its easy for him to just nudge you and say

“c-could you,, uhm,, suck me off?”

and if you enjoy it just makes it better??!?

jisungs dream; a s/o that actually enjoys sucking him off rather than just doing it bc of foreplay

loverboy probably whips his dick out whenever he can

in hopes that you notice and suck him off (which,,, works)

EVEN IN THE MOST UNFITTING SITUATIONS THIS BOY WOULDNT GIVE TWO FUCKS

yall had just had an argument and his way of making it up to you was to let you suck his dick ASHAHSHAS

did you take it? 110% yes

Felix

tell me why i thought of felix’s australian accent getting more apparent as you suck him off??!?” ASHSH DONT ASK

overstimulation

suck until your jaw hurts

cause its fun to see lixie all squirmy with small whimpers and breathy shaky moans just pouring out like water.

im gonna say this in every damn reaction but baby is sensitive

S E N S I T I V E

your mouth wrapped around his dick is heaveeeeeen

it’s just perfect?? it’s warm and wet and soft :((

not too rough with it either

would never ask for it explicitly

and so you just,,, wanting to do it is ~ lovely ~

would probably get annoyed if you did it too often

reason being that he’d get overwhelmed lol

you just wanting to continue and him trying to yell at you but being to weak from the pleasure that washes over him

Seungmin

a lil bit like chan

SO HE LIKES IT BUT WOULD RATHER POUND YOU IS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY

now... believe it or not,,, he’s more gentle with you when you’re sucking him off than he is when he’s actually inside of you?

it’s like... all cute, he’s stroking your cheek, running his hands through your hair and smiling down at you

YALL WERENT EXPECTING THAT (or maybe you were idk)

when you pull off his dick with a loud pop

weak i tell you, absolutely weak because of your beauty

spitters are quitters (ASHSAHHS I CANT)

he grabs your throath gently, watching how your adams apple bobs down as you swallow his sweet cum

then he smiles, his eyes all halfmoon shaped as if he didnt just bust his load in your throat

this duality is killing me ffs

Jeongin

“r-really? you’d do that for me?”

is what he would say when you suggest sucking him off randomly, seeing him getting hard for no apparent reason

nah bro he’s in love when you randomly suggest it

one thing i really want to emphazise is the hidden duality of babybread

i know everyone is going to think; CHERRY HE’S A BABY HE COULD NEVER BE ROUGH

and thats where you’re wrong

have you seen him on stage???

not so bready anymore ohohooho noo...

when shit gets hot and heavy so does he SO THERE IS NO HESITATION IN SHOVING YOUR HEAD DOWN HIS DICK

none

you just have to get to that point where they horniness is too much to bear yk??

imagine you two cuddling and you start tugging on his pants

he already knows, no words needed

baby bread senses lmao

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jangofctts · 3 years

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Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two)

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days.

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules.

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell.

You’ve got other shit to do anyway.

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman.

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.”

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch.

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking.

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever.

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option.

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent.

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.

The next time you part, Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm.

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile.

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.”

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare.

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong—

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him.

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp.

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly.

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch.

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit.

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all…

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life.

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth.

It's perfect. So fucking good.

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts.

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.”

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..."

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight.

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue.

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick.

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork.

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.”

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you.

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts.

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic.

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare.

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are.

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor.

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said.

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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zekeluvr · 3 years

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i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place.

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her.

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later.

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know. i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.”

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile.

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-”

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts.

good idea indeed.

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing.

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that.

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table.

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action.

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans.

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours.

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top.

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag.

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now.

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt.

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention.

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on.

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him.

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head.

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up.

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly.

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun.

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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Hiii Congrats on reaching the milestone💕💕love your blog btw!! Could you please do a Taeyong smut where he is kinda cold to her before but confesses after he becomes very jealous??

Hii ty so much u have no clue how much this means to me🥺

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ

Pairings: tsundere!taeyong x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: d/s themes, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, praising, a dash of spanking, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex

I finished this at 4am so it's not edited 💔

"Lee Taeyong!!" You chased the dark haired boy down the side walk, never turning to look back as his name was called, "Wait for me please!"

He scoffed. Luckily you couldn't hear him. "What an annoying brat." Taeyong continued on, still ignoring you and your protests of him walking away.

Running as fast as you could to catch up was easier said then done. You held boba and your food from a nearby fast food restaurant in one hand, Taeyongs in another with your purse flopping against you. You wouldn't be in this situation if Taeyong scare you into holding his food for you, threatening you with a cold stare.

Yes, you and Taeyong are friends. It's odd because of how cold and almost rude he is with you, but you're somehow friends, at least you think you are. Some people say he's got a soft spot for you but you're not too sure anymore. One day hes calling you an idiot for not taking care of yourself and the next hes rolling his eyes at you and telling you to fuck off. Coming to the conclusion that maybe he only thinks of you as a friend, you started pushing him away recently and hung out with another friend of yours. Too bad because you may have had feelings for Taeyong too. Something about him made you want to stick around even though most of the time he didn't want you around.

"Goddammit Taeyong...wait up!"

As annoying as it was to be running with food and drinks in both hands, the most annoying part had to be the purse. It was big, heavy, and swayed with every step, bumping into your left arm ever millisecond. Why couldn't you just man up to Taeyong before?

"Bastard."

"Did you say something?"

"Huh- what!? When did you-" you tilted your head upwards to meet Taeyongs arched brow and impatient face. How did you not realize you caught up?

You pushed his food and drink into his chest and grumbled, "Here." And without waiting for Taeyong, you readjusted your purse and walked to your house with expectations that he would follow.

Taeyong frowned yet tailed you like a lost puppy.. He didn't have any plans catching up to you or telling you to wait for him and just admired you from behind. He liked the way your hair bounced over your shoulders with every step, the way your hips swayed as you walked. He even liked how long the skirt made your legs look even though you were tiny compared to him. Taeyong liked you without a doubt, but he wouldnt actually tell you that.

"Are you coming?" You opened the door to your house. Taeyong didn't answer, only pushing you out of the way and beelining it to the table where he placed his food and drink. "I'll take that as a yes..." you sigh.

Placing your food gently on the table, you sat across from the male who eyed you up and down but with no expression crossing his face.

"Y/n." Taeyongs stern voice startled you as you almost choked on a boba pearl. "Whats on your neck?"

"My neck?" Softly, you touched the side of your neck before realizing what he meant. Yesterday, that friend of yours that you've started hanging out with asked you to hang out. And little did you know, hanging out didn't mean just watching movies or joking around. It soon turned to small touches, then kissing, then making out. Before you knew it, he was kissing and sucking your neck, creating the purple mark that now painted your skin. "Oh...it's nothing. Just a bruise."

"What are you stupid? Your telling me you just happened to bruise your neck? Dumbass."

"Then why did you ask if you already know?" You mumbled.

As you took the biggest bite from your burger, Taeyong had to speak up again, "I hate it."

"Its a good thing it's not on you then isn't it."

"I think you would look better covered in my marks." His voice never faltered and you were sure he was joking. Taeyongs always been straight forward with you, but this seemed like a joke, it had to be a joke. Your mind was playing tricks on you and this is what you wanted to hear. It can't be real.

"You're kidding right...?"

"Completely serious."

"So you're...jealous?"

"Stop asking so many questions." He said coldly, shutting you up quickly, but the smirk on your face still lingered.

"I just think it's funny that a small mark on my neck could make someone as cold as you are, jealous." You say, confidence flowing out of you out of nowhere and this time, Taeyong went quiet. "Its cute."

"Cute? You know what's cute is me bending you over this table and fucking the life out of you so you only remember my name and who owns that cute ass."

Heat rose to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, and maybe Taeyong could tell but youre sure your face was starting to show a hint of red, "Now I know you're just bluffing."

Taeyong rolled his eyes, "Come here and shut that mouth, I'll show you I'm not." It had to be the way his voice growled that made you suddenly get out of your seat and stand before the man. It's easy for you to be flustered but it's also easy for you to obey someone that shows more dominance and Taeyong- well he was just overflowing with it.

"We're gonna have a little fun, yeah?" He smiled devishly, "You trust me right?"

"Y-yeah, I m-mean we are f-friends."

Suddenly, your body was bent over the table and your wrists were bound by Taeyongs hand. If you wanted to escape, Taeyong wouldn't let allow it, so you were locked in place.

God, the way this position impacted Taeyong to the point where he just wanted to fuck you all day and night. With your skirt barely hiding your pretty pink panties, he could easily get off by himself at the sight. He didn't need to do that though, he had you after all.

"Did he touch you?" You hear him say, voice low and frightening, enough to paralyze you from moving and speaking. But to his dismay you didn't answer. Moreover, hesitated to answer because of the tone he used. "I asked you a question." He growled, "Did. He. Touch. You."

A soothing hand ran up the sides of you skin, it was cold, almost like a vampires touch compared to your warm skin. "Y-yes."

Taeyong stopped, "Where?"

"Why does it matter?" You say, finding your confidence again though that won't last since your bent over the table with your ass in Taeyongs face.

"I dont want you to remember his touch, only mine. So I'll touch any place he touched." He continued touching where he could reach, the hand binding your wrists let up and rested on your ass as if about to spank you. "Now answer me."

You grumbled and arched your back as a way to tell Taeyong to shut up and fuck you. The pain of something not filling you up was unbearable, you even thought about slipping your fingers inside dripping cunt for relief. "Stop asking me questions and fuck me please."

"God you're so annoying." He spoke. "Im not going to fuck you until you tell me. It shouldnt be that hard since you're so confident." Taeyong pulled you up by your hair and forced you on his lap where your back was pressed against his chest. You couldnt look him in the face, too afraid that you'd break into a blabbering mess.

"H-he touched m-me," you grab Taeyongs hand with hesitation and placed it on your panties that covered your leaking hole, "here."

Almost positive Taeyong could feel your juices soaking through your panties, you pulled your hand away letting his own linger where you needed him most.

"What did he do when he touched you here?" His middle finger went along the slit of your cunt, dragging up and down gently.

"N-nothing."

He crooked his head before pushing your panties to the side and dipping two fingers in, "He didn't do this?" As you body arched into him, he was able to go deeper and finger you slow enough that you were sure it was teasing. And the pain of wanting to be filled up slowly disappeared but not enough.

"N-no, he d-didnt." As he began picking up speed, you cursed a threw your head back. You cried for more, struggling to stay still in his lap and his fingers worked magically inside you.

Taeyong loved every second of this. To finally see you melt in his arms literally when you could so easily turn him down for this. And he'd like to think he was the only one who could make you feel this way. Make you whimper and whine and call out to him for more. He was the only one for you.

"Please T-Taeyong, i want you to f-fuck me so bad," with a third finger slipping inside you, you moaned uncontrollably at the pace. Though you weren't stuffed like you would be with his dick, it was obvious Taeyong knew how to work his fingers to make you act this way. "Please, please, please..."

"Where else did he touch you?" He ignored your please.

It irked you how he didn't bat an eyelash at your desperate self. If you had your confidence again, you would have taken his dick out and sat on it without a question, even so you knew Taeyong wouldn't allow it just yet. He wanted you to fall apart before he even started.

"Mmm Taeyong-" you moaned with content as his fingers curved against your walls, "H-He touched m-my ch-chest."

Taeyong bit the inside of his cheek trying to hide the smirk that formed, "Guess ill just do the same." His free hand worked its way to your mounds where he proceeded to grope you and brush over your sensitive buds. The combination of his fingers inside you and his hands fondling your boobs was sure to bring your to an orgasm soon.

"Youre so beautiful." Taeyong mumbles into your ear, "so fucking perfect."

As carefully as can be, his fingers pulled out of you as a string of your slick connected to his three fingers.

So delicious, Taeyong thought, everything about you was so delicious.

You were flipped around so you faced Taeyong. This time, you didn't look away from him or hide your face from him. Instead, you maintained eye contact with the pretty boy below you before you suddenly pulled him into a desperate and needy kiss.

His heart beat faster than before. His ears burning as his face was flushed. You kissed him. You, the girl that he's been crushing on for years finally kissed him. It only took his jealousy to make this all happen.

"You don't understand how much I love you," he unbuckled his belt, "I cherish every minute and every second I spend with you," soon his pants were unbuttoned, "I can't stand seeing you with someone else," He slipped his dick inside of you with ease, a moan falling from both of you, "Even if you don't love me back, I still fucking do."

You couldnt find words to speak. Your mind was running but not thinking. If you spoke, you weren't sure if it'd be babbling or moaning because of how hard Taeyong fucked up into you. "I-i lo-" No, you couldnt say it back, not while being fucked into a whole new galaxy.

Taeyong on the other hand, was anxious yet pounded into you, enough to bring tears to your eyes. He wanted you to speak, he wanted to hear those three words come out of your mouth, but all he got was your adorable moans and sighs. Yet he wasn't complaining, they sounded lovely apart from the skin against skin. He's just overthinking.

"Youre doing so well, baby." His voice slowly fading, you were so lost in the feeling that anything Taeyong said, went out the other ear.

"F-feels so g-good. Want m-more..." Your greedy hands tugged at Taeyongs locks, but you weren't the only one being touchy. Taeyong was also kneading the plush skin of your ass, giving small taps before digging his nails in, making you whimper.

"Youre so needy baby, huh? So cute and needy for me." He slapped your ass playfully. The smirk on his face was evident that he loved every second of this.

"F-fuck yes, i-im so needy f-for you." You cry, "Youre t-the only one who c-can make me f-feel t-this good."

Of course he is. And Taeyong couldn't be any happier hearing that from you. It gave him energy to fuck harder while now holding your hips still like you were his personal toy. You struggled with keeping the hold on his hair. Your light tugs now harsh pulls but Taeyong didn't mind, in fact he liked how his head was forced to look at your beautiful face.

"Pretty girl." He leaned over the slightest bit and sucked on your necks sweet skin as you tried bouncing on his cock along with him thrusting up. "How much do you love this cock?" He questioned against your neck.

"S-so so much, Taeyong!" Your hips stutter and you know youre close but refuse to faulter, "Y-you h-have the best c-cock."

Taeyong moved back from your neck and grabbed your chin, "Are you ever going to let that guy touch you like that again after this?" You shook your head quickly. "Good girl."

"Im g-gonna cum." You say and without a single thought or word, your body shook as pleasure washed before you. Still, though Taeyong was on the edge of cumming himself, he kept the quick pace from before. But you were so sensitive from the orgasm, and even started screaming Taeyongs name. It wasn't pain, but pleasure, very sensitive pleasure that could easily make you cum a second time.

Seconds before you were about to feel another wave, Taeyong shot his seed deep into you, thrusting slowly as he came down from his high.

"D-did you mean what you said?" Taeyong breathes heavily and raises his brow in question, "About you loving me."

"Duh. I love you, idiot. I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it." He rolled his eyes. That's the Taeyong you knew. "And what about you? Are you gonna say something or leave me hanging."

"I l-love you t-too." You say quickly. "I mean it."

Taeyong smiles a real smile before patting your head like a puppy and lifting you off his dick, "Lets get you cleaned up, baby, then we can talk about planning a date."

"A date??"

"Mhm," he smirked, "but not after a round two."

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket Manga Review (ch 90-91)

Since I discussed the first few pages of ch-90 that contains kyo & tohru in my previous preview, this one will only be kyoko’s story.

Kyoko’s story brilliantly explores the effects of unhealthy domestic environment on children without the use of the zodiac curse as a metaphor for abuse. My first-reaction of kyoko’s story is the following:

I really enjoyed how kyoko’s descend into darkness was explored & how the psychologically-informed writing of her behavior was depicted.

I was troubled by how Katsuya was presented as the magical solution to all her problems. Kyoko was saved by romantic love in a more basic writing than machi. Both girls just needed a guy to listen to them vent abt their family issues once & tada~ they’re in love.

Kyoko’s story made me realize that Arisa is just a more modern & healthier kyoko.. The only difference is that Kureno didn’t save Arisa. She herself changed gradually due to kyoko & tohru’s influence.

1) Kyoko’s descend into Darkness:

Kyokyo told kyo that she was already “out of control delinquent before she got to middle school”, “ fell into the wrong crowd”, “ enjoyed beating innocent ppl”. subtly citing the influence of “delinquent peers” & the innate desire be noticed at home. I’m bad, notice me! love me, listen to me!

There are some elements in her story that faintly reminds me of yuki & strongly reminds me of kyo:

Kyoko’s parents gave her a treatment similar to “ yuki’s parents”: cold, neglect & devoid of love. Her dad, similar to kyo’s dad, felt ashamed & disgraced by her.

Kyoko similarly to kyo was angry, full of self-loath & self-destruction. However, kyo was never violent like she was. I believe kyo’d have turned like her if he didn’t have Kazuma to discipline him with love, care & attention. Hence, we saw kyo carry on a code of “ not beating girls, or ppl who aren’t hurting them, or don’t know martial arts”, like Arisa or the student council guy whop loves yuki.

Kyoko’s mom similarly of kyo’s mom talked abt the dad venting his anger on her after being pissed off with kyoko. So, a hint of domestic violence between husband & wife.

Kyoko described herself as “ made of shattered glass”. Tohru once said both kyo & yuki are very sensitive. yuki blocks the world behind the prince mask & kyo puts on the annoyed attitude to push ppl away from hurting him.

Society thinks that “delinquent/bad ppl” are always happy with what they’ve become. Satisfied with their destructive choices. When in most of the times... they’re as bewildered & confused as the community around them..

I really don’t blame the teachers for being defensive. Teachers aren’t supposed to be “life-coaches” or “saviors of students”. That’s sth the educators with their research gush abt & what society demands & what families wish for. The fixer-teacher!!!! Teachers are ppl teaching a subject, doing a specific job, underpaid & overworked most of the times, also, they come from various backgrounds, beliefs, & sometimes even if they meant good & wanted to “ save” a student, they aren’t equipped with the suitable psychological training. Yeah, there are ppl for that in schools, but so many students with lots of issues. Also, let’s be real, we love kyoko cuz she’s the “epic mother of tohru, we grew on her teachings thro out 3 seasons” but if you meet a loud, delinquent, gangster head, violent chair throwing student who rarely comes anyway, would you wanna deal with them?

2- Katsuya “ the magical savior”:

so, why did teacher katsuya helped a screaming delinquent? cuz he IS interested in kyoko. He said so. He approached her, talked & tried to help cuz he intended to “never let her go since he saw her honesty” ~ romantic? maybe to some.. I find it weird & creepy. him eyeing her & getting interested & approaching her & earning her trust. It is true that he has no intention of hurting her or forcing her & he DID save her in more ways than one. But why is this all wrapped in romance. He DID flirt with her intentionally many times from the moment he saw her until then.

If Im being honest, had he not be her teacher (trainee or not), & had she not be very veeeeery young! I’d be enjoying his flirting so much. He’s so smooth, playful & cool (not looking head over heels in love) which is normally such a fun dynamics. She was so head over heels, tho. Finally found someone who noticed her tiny efforts “ drawing eyebrows”, someone who listened & someone who didn’t forced her to do her “duties”. She tells him (her teacher) that she is ditching classes & he’s okay with that~ not lecturing, not urging. why? cuz He only wants HER. she comes to see him in the lunch break everyday. school? classes? that’s her choice~ not his business~ In a way, Katsuya is intentionally made not morally correct. Why? cuz a good moral adult wouldn’t be in love with a middle schooler & would care for her future as an independent person from him. He must be written with intentional desire to NOT care for morals or right or the likes. Yes, he later helps her to study & graduate but ONLY when that is HER choice & she made it ONLY to catch up with him. To cleanse herself & be “ like the other girls” . Kyoko deemed katsuya “ good person” & herself “ bad person”. That’s why she was motivated to be good to catch up with him since she can NO LONGER see him everyday in lunch break. He fixed that. How? teach her in the weekends & provide better chances to flirt since he’s no longer a teacher & she’s his student. The issue is not teacher-student love... it is adult-kid love!! but hey~ they’re cute (they’re written to be, so they are) so it’s cool ( it isn’t at all..eww).. oh the dilemma that is Takaya-san’s love for weird big age gaps where one is an underage teenager...

Furuba’s has this big theme of “ love doesn’t heal or save”. yuki took tohru’s love & grew up by himself. Kyo’s love for tohru didn’t save tohru, she was scared to be in love & forget her mom. Tohru made the decision to be free from her past, herself. Tohru’s love to kyo made his trauma 10 times more complicated & he acted based on his love for her & decided to leave her. It wasnt until he decided to face his trauma, past & bio dad by himself, that he accepted tohru’s love. Only two characters were totally saved by love:

Machi: has the excuse of being solely created to be yuki’s reward for acknowledging platonic love for tohru & everything abt her is rushed & made as a lighter copy of all yuki’s issues to quickly create shared grounds for them to connect. Machi needed to vent her issues to yuki once & all her issues were never brought back to the service again. She was happier, calmer & healed.

I expected more for kyoko. She IS a bigger character than half of the zodiacs! but she just needed katsuya to listen to her & she was in love & her issues solved.

I don’t deny that it IS true that sometimes all we need is someone to listen to us. Tohru herself said so & even yuki said it to kyo. But Even if someone listen to us & we love them, the issues that troubled us dont magically disappear until we face them or do sth abt them aided by those who love us. Kyo’s issues remained even with his love until he faced them, tohru’s too!

Katsuya:

had off-screen issues with expressing himself. He said that he loved kyoko cuz she was “honest abt her ugly feelings” while he pretended to “humor & please his dad”. He gave a wonderful speech to her parents abt the expectations of parents on their kids & the refusal of their “human weakness” again furuba’s main vision. Unfortunately, this was followed with confessing, marriage proposal & kissing her on the lips all while the whole issue is abt kids/ parents exceptions of middle schooler/ neglect & his own acknowledgement that she’s minor while he was “in love”.

Like the author wants to tie kyoko’s issues & katsuya’s issues so bad & present him as her ONLY chance for normal life. Kyoko was just repenting & understanding that her actions got consequences which is an epic moment! but romance triumphant & saved the day~ yay~! marriage!

The story would’ve been better romantically if it was given time for kyoko to “ grow up” just like katsuya himself said when they were at the beach. He said “ grow up, middle school is not the world”. He continued meeting her but never confessed & never crossed the line despite the flirting. But he KNEW what he was doing “ i never planned to let you go since I saw you”. He was cementing his place as the ONLY one in her world.

Had kyoko grew up, saw the real world, kept taps with katsuya, he helped her broaden her world, then they’ll marry without needing her dad to sign papers, then that would be a better love story than this.

Side Notes:

The writer didn’t shy away from confessing that pairing Katsuya & kyoko is problematic & stated it in canon (kyoko called katsuya “pedo”). She did the same with Arisa & kureno (Arisa thought the age gap is big & hana questioned if kureno is a married man). However, making the story acknowledge that as an issues doesn’t make it less uncomfortable, but at least, I respect when writers do what they plan to do regardless of fans. even if I dont agree with the writer. It’s way better than when writer becoming fans toy/ fans pleaser.

Still, couldn’t the author state that kyoko was held back few years in jmiddle school & failed & repeated school years? like make her i duno 17 or sth... this would at least lessen the big age gap... but no~~~ kyoko is what? 14? ... -_-’.

You bet this won’t change a bit in the upcoming anime spinoff abt kyoko. Just this year an anime abt an adult man & his high school love interest that he pursued stubbornly was highly popular & my real life friends were gushing abt “ him finally winning her/ being respectful & only kissing her lips once or sth/waiting for her to “catch up” with him”/ consent age differ in X & Y countries..I’m not dictating my beliefs on anybody or any country or saying my way of thinking is the just way. I’m saying, Personally, I think, there are better romantic stories than adults & kids couples.. The fact that this trope of (adults & kids romance) is still popular even today is sad~~

I dont mind HUGE age gaps as long as BOTH characters are adults. If any of them makes a crime, they’ll be held responsible by the law. & sometimes the younger adult is the one dominating the relationship. but “kids or teenagers” can’t. They’re easily groomed & manipulated, so it bothers me when a love story between an adult & a kid is portrayed as “equal”. it isn’t.

I’m not judging whoever loves such trope in “ fiction”. it IS fiction, & as long as you don't pursue a real kid/teenager in real life, you can like whatever in fiction. moving on~

kyoko’s delinquent life is well-written & if done right, would send a powerful message of being able to start over. But the romantic love aspect will steal the spotlight by (a) directing uncomfortable hate/disgust towards the story & hence all the discussions will abt the “pedo” aspect. (which is fair). (b) Perceived as so lovable romance since katsuya is the prince who to saved the neglected princess which is a trope that has stood thro time garnering lots of support & attention always, so all the discussion would be abt their “cute romance”. (which is fair since the author weaved elements that endeared their romance, such as: cute nicknames “miss no-eyebrows”, him giving her space, home & respect, saving her from the streets & poverty & having the most endearing tohru”. So, yeah, the romance will be the center of attention regardless.

I like katsuya’s character type in fiction generally: the flirty, mischievous & a bit cool guy who is so aware he’s wrong most times & plays his cards smart to not get caught red-handed. He’s a cooler version of shigure. It’s just the blatant fact that he’s been planning to “get” a middle schooler from the first glance & that she is wayyyy young for this, that is bothering me so so much~~ T_T.

I wont expect the anime to change their age gap cuz it is the essence of their story that she’s a lost kid with no protection against the world & he’s the savior providing everything at once!~ Remember kyoko went on to be the savior of an entire clan tho tohru~ So in a way, katsuya saved the sohmas by saving kyoko....

“ i’m like a stray cat that he looked after instead of chasing away”. kyoko with katsuya is like kyo with kazuma! >_<!. When kyo met tohru, he wasn’t a stray cat, most of how he dealt with her was cuz he already knew her & was tormented by remembering kyoko’s death & feeling guilty towards tohru’s constant pain. That’s why when kyo started falling in love with tohru, he unconsciously stopped pushing her away little by little & just wanted to be with her until akito said “ i’ll hurt her” that’s when he totally gave up.

the way katsiya appeared in the right moment to save kyoko from her dad~ oh the drama. XD

Hospital Discharge & chase. like mom like daughter~ but thank God the kids got a more balanced love story.

Comparing kyoko/katsuya to Arisa/kureno in the broad writing of their romance without diving into details: (a) I hate the age gap in both but at least Arisa is older & nothing happened until she graduates & become an official adult. (b) Kyoko/katsuya are more fleshed out & if you forget the age gap,m their dynamic is so cute & endearing. (c) the love at first glance, never meeting afterwards yet still sickly in love to the extinct of screaming made Arisa/kureno shallower. (d) now that I saw teenage kyoko, Arisa is really just her clone! I hate that this steals from Arisa’s uniqueness. (e) both couples ate ramen in their first meeting/first unofficial date signalling their blooming love.

I’ve said this more than once, but I was the high-schooler that fancied adult independent men growing up, I never pursued anyone tho cuz I understood it was a crush even tho I’m pretty sure my “ *_*” face was clear to one or two, but I’m definitely lucky none of them tried to woo me or influence me. Now that I’m a grown woman, I think back & laugh at my self. I fancied them cuz they were independent & mature compared to the silly high school boys, which is what those men are supposed to be (adults) & what those boys are supposed to be (living their young age). lol. Still, I wish I found someone somehow to be my life’s partner since then, it would’ve made my life less lonely~ T_T.

#Fruits Basket #fruits basket manga #manga reviwes #anime-only #tired paper #my thoughts are so scattered #& unorganized #I apologize for the mess #ch 90 #ch 91

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watermelonsugawara · 4 years

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Leave Your Mark

❥ warnings: nsfw; needles (tattooing), pain kink is that what u call it? LMFAO IDK, semi public sex???, handjob, fellatio, slight edging, face sitting, fingering, mild dacryphilia woops, unprotected sex, creampie

❥ characters: iwaizumi x tattoo artist!fem!reader

❥ a/n: so i had this idea and it was originally meant to be ukai x reader ,,,, BUT ive never written about iwa yet SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i thought it was his time to fuckin SHINE

ALSO i half assed my editing so dont bully me <///3

❥ summary: you’ve given countless thigh tattoos to clients before, but this specific client had a particular liking towards pain.

wc: dude idek like 3k+ ?? JFJSJDJDH

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The familiar chime of the tattoo parlor doorbell caught your attention as you finished cleaning your needles. You were the one closing up shop, so you knew that there’s only one reason for the ringing of the door, your last client of the day.

You’d seen him in the shop before, but he had gotten a tattoo from one of your coworkers. Nevertheless, he caught your eye even for the short moments you saw him passing through the shop. He was undeniably attractive, so it was even better to see him up close when he discussed tattoo details with you in previous meetings.

“Nice to see you again, Iwaizumi,” you said as you sauntered behind the counter. He nodded in greeting as you shuffled through a binder to find the tattoo you designed for him. A dragon, surrounded by cherry blossom flowers. It was a pain in the ass to draw but you were enthralled to put the art somewhere permanently.

Iwaizumi leaned forward against the glass counter to get a better admire your work. His shirt wrapped tightly around his biceps just right, the thin material giving subtle hints to his toned shoulders and chest underneath. Always so handsome upclose.

“You ready?” You smiled at him, motioning him towards the tiny nook of your tattooing station.

“Yep, I’m very excited,” Iwaizumi grinned back. Unbeknownst to you, the actual tattoo was only half the fun for him.

As you finished gathering your supplies, Iwaizumi stepped out of his jeans and lied down on the leather bench. You kept your routine speech short as the dark-haired man relaxed into the cool black material, knowing you’d have to review aftercare with him at the end of the session anyways.

Everything went like clockwork— shaving, sanitizing, tracing. The tattoo was centered on his right thigh, and you couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were as you traced the image. The occasional flex of his muscles under your touches only added to the curiosity swirling in your mind. Probably a strict workout regime, played a sport or two in high school.

Your silent admiration for his body was short-lived as you zeroed your focus towards what would be the next few hours of work. Your foot prodded at the pedal, the subtle buzz of the machine overlapping with the music playing through the shop, with the occasional small talk sprinkled in.

It’s fine. Slight fidgeting is fine; you learned how to adjust to it after your years in the tattooing business. After all, it is a bunch of needles repeatedly piercing into the skin, what other reaction would you expect? However, Iwaizumi’s restlessness was constant, his breathing erractic, even when you’d pause to wipe the excess ink trailing on his skin. Every touch seemed to make his breath hitch and the muscle of his thigh become rigid. Occasional flexing became frequent fidgeting, to the point where even at your skill level, you didn’t want your work ruined by a slip of the hand.

“Are you sure you’re doin’ okay?” You asked as you lifted the tattooing gun off of his skin. You looked up at him, your concerned voice laced with a hint of frustration. “We can take a break if it’s hurting you too m-”

“No it’s fine, you can keep going,” Iwaizumi cut off your thoughts, his slightly choked out response catching you by surprise. He sounded out of breath, and his cheeks were flushed a deep shade.

Throughout the entire session up to this point, you had been mentally racking through the rolodex in your brain of common reactions to getting a tattoo — general nervousness, fear of needles, fear of pain. But this... seemed different. Could it be arousal? You couldn’t even be sure. And even if it was that, this surely is new territory for you.

Iwaizumi looked back at you for just a moment, but there was a dark glimmer in his eyes that was impossible to miss. Mixed with the blushing cheeks and shallow breathing, the gears finally began to move in your brain, and he knew it. His eyes screwed shut, hoping you’d hear his silent pleas to just continue with the session.

It felt so wrong to be right. There’s still a chance, though, that you jumped to conclusions too quickly, overanalyzed the look in his eyes. Yet you couldn’t even stop tourself as your eyes trailed down to the tent straining against his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight, the heather gray fabric outlining his cock deliciously.

You definitely shouldn’t have stared for as long as you did.

What the fuck has gotten into you? You knew this was wrong, that you were a professional, and most importantly, you sure as hell weren’t proud of the feeling this was giving you. Your brain was telling you to stop, but the growing wet spot in your panties brought along a much more exciting version of how this night would end. You lifted your foot off the pedal, the buzzing of your machine coming to an abrupt stop and placing on the rolling tray beside you.

“I think you do need a break,” you said nonchalantly, peeling your black latex gloves off of your hands. You waited for a response, a sign of life in the man laid on the bench in front of you, keen on getting an answer from him even though you knew you’d never get it. All you got in return was a dumbfounded expression painted across Iwaizumi’s face.

The piercing of the needles that would otherwise make people nervous actually excited Iwaizumi, the adrenaline coursing through his veins from the pressure. It was something about the controlled pain, the sharp stung along his sensitive skin that had his blood rushing straight to his cock. But he was usually pretty good about keeping his composure while getting tattoos from other artists. This time was different though— a shoulder or back tattoo was much less intimate than this one, your pretty face just mere inches away from his dick.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, slightly surprised that he was even able to utter your name. He held his breath, partially to preserve whatever air you didn’t knock out of his lungs from your previous words, partially out of anticipation for your next ones.

“Let me help you. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” you smirked, your eyes flickering briefly at his unfinished tattoo on his thigh and back up to his face. “Do you want me to help you?”

You looked up at him with such soft eyes, while you both knew damn well that innocence was not in the cards tonight.

He nodded as he propped himself up on his forearms, and watching your hands ghosted over his cock. You lightly squeezed as you ran your hand up and down his length, smirking as Iwaizumi’s precum created a dark spot on his underwear.

He lifted his hips and you obliged to his request without even needing to hear it. You hooked your fingers on the elastic of his underwear, pulling down to free his throbbing cock.

Fuck, he was big.

You climbed onto the bench with him, straddling his legs. His cock was heavy in your hand, your fingertips barely touching as you wrapped your small hand around the base. You licked a long stripe up from Iwaizumi’s balls to the tip of his cock, your hot tongue making him clench his jaw, biting back a groan. You flicked your wrist, letting Iwaizumi’s cock hit your tongue, the lewd slapping noises making him whimper. You swirled your tongue along the head of his cock before taking his length into your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your hands. It felt like your jaw was going to snap from trying to fit his fat cock into your mouth.

Your hands were so small, your mouth was so soft and wet; it was such a stark difference from the intense prick of the needles on his skin just moments ago. It made Iwaizumi’s cock twitch knowing you could bring him so much pain and pleasure simultaneously.

“Fuck yes, just like that, [Y/N], fuck,” Iwaizumi groaned, watching your pretty plump lips wrap around his shaft.

You shallowly bobbed your head before coming all the way down to try and take his entire cock into your mouth. The sudden jolt of pleasure of you gagging made Iwaizumi buck his hips, pushing his cock farther down your throat than you thought you could even take it. Your lips reached the base of his cock, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

Iwaizumi repeatedly rammed his hips upwards, eager to feel you gag around his cock again. Tears were falling freely down your face, blurring your vision as you desparately gasped for air. Fuck, he was already so close.

However, as much as Iwaizumi wanted to shoot his hot load down your throat, he knew he wanted you to come all over his face even more. A soft tap on your shoulder had you quickly pulling away from Iwaizumi, coughing and catching your breath as you sat upright. You got up to remove your jeans and underwear as he removed his own shirt. Iwaizumi’s large hands immediately found purchase on your ass when you straddled him again.

“Sit on my face, please pretty girl,” Iwaizumi groaned, his hands still kneading the soft flesh of your hips and ass. He laid back against the bench once more, his eyes fixated on your pussy above him. You sat down, his tongue immediately flat against your folds to taste your juices. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and drawing circles with his tongue, before pushing his tongue into your tight hole.

It was damn near impossible to keep yourself upright, Iwaizumi’s hot tongue pushing into you, his hands roaming all over your body, pushing your bra and shirt away to grab your breasts. You ripped off the remainder of your clothes as he rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingertips.

“Yes yes yes, Iwa, fuuuuck,” you whined, carding your fingers through his hair. The apex of his nose brushed against your clit and you rolled your hips against him, the vibrations of his moans against your cunt sending you over the edge.

Your thighs clamped around Iwaizumi’s head as you let out one last choked out moan, your spongy walls clenching around his tongue as you came.

You moved back to kneel above Iwaizumi’s hips, the fluorescent lights of the shop highlighting your juices all over his face.

“You still haven’t helped me out yet, [Y/N],” Iwaizumi smirked, stroking his cock. His other hand reached down to your cunt, pushing a finger into your sensitive hole. You sucked in a sharp breath as you barely came down from your first high, but before you could retort, Iwaizumi cut you off.

“You’re gonna need the prep, baby.” Although his voice was playful, you knew he meant it wholeheartedly, as you were reminded of the thick girth of his cock by the subtle ache of your jaw. Iwaizumi plunged another finger into you, making your thighs tremble.

You looked so fucking beautiful above him. Mascara running down your cheeks, mouth hanging open, moans echoing through the empty shop. He just couldn’t wait to stuff your tight little cunt full of his fat cock.

Iwaizumi pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, spitting on his hand and pumping his length a few times as you caught your breath. He teased the swollen tip of his cock at your hole, groaning at how tight you were as you began to sink down around him.

You’ve never been stretched out like this before, hot tears resurfacing at the corners of your eyes. You gripped his broad shoulders to steady yourself, your nails digging into his soft skin. You let out a shaky sigh as your ass met his hips, nearly coming already from how his huge cock filled up every inch of your pussy.

He sat up, steadying himself with one hand behind him and the other at the back of your head, pulling you in to mold his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as he felt you move your hips, slowly bouncing on his cock.

“[Y/N], baby, you’re so fucking-hnggg- tight,” Iwaizumi groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanning across your face. You started to bounce on his cock at a faster pace, and with every loud slap of skin on skin, his cock brushed against the spongy spot inside of you, making you clench even more around his hard shaft.

You couldn’t even control all the moans falling from your lips, Iwaizumi’s cock now relentlessly hitting your g-spot as he rutted his hips up into you. Your cunt was sucking him in, feeling every vein on his cock drag along your tight walls.

As your mouth hung open, Iwaizumi pushed two fingers in and you wrapped your lips around them, eliciting another groan from him. He pulled his fingers out to bring them down to your aching clit, his rough fingertips rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Iwaizumi thought you couldn’t get any fucking tighter but as he toyed with your clit, your cunt spasmed around him even more.

“Iwa please-” you cried out, feeling another orgasm creep up in the pit of your stomach.

“Milk my cock while you cum for me baby, c’mon,” Iwaizumi groaned, your erratic clenching bringing him closer to his own release.

With one final thrust into you, you came with Iwaizumi’s cock bottomed out inside of you, thick ropes of cum painting your cunt white. You both cried out for the other as you rode out your highs, your hands scratching red lines into his back.

You crawled off of Iwaizumi’s lap, his cum still leaking out of your pussy and onto the black leather of the bench.

“So,” Iwaizumi sighed, catching his breath but eager enough to not miss a beat, “When’s our next session?”

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Virgil moves and talks so quietly that no one hears him (and he hates it)

virgil is naturaly very gentle in pretty much everything he does. he moves so quietly around the house because he wears socks and always walks on his tiptoes (which is an autistic trait) and he also speaks so softly hardly above a whisper unless he's laughing or yelling that he always scares people who didnt know he was right behind them.

and it sort of upsets vee. not so much that he moves silently but doesnt like that he accidentally scares people and he really doesnt like that people can't hear him when he speaks - when he was first created as a four year old he was completely mute and it took at least a year for him to finally learn to speak at five years old and even then he was still selectively mute and only semi verbal otherwise.

so he's had to deal with not being able to communicate his needs effectively a lot. he still goes mute sometimes if he is overwhelmed and when he is regressed he is semi verbal. so he feels sensitive about the fact that even when he finally CAN communicate with words most of the time, he feels like he can't do it right because he cant force himself to speak loud enough.

LOGAN

like one morning logan will be waiting for the coffee machine to fill his mug and virgil will come into the kitchen and say 'good morning.' when logan doesnt respond virgil gets nervous that maybe he did something wrong and his mama is angry with him

so he doesnt try to speak again just in case it would annoy logan and he moves around silently on his toes getting breakfast

it isnt until logan hears the fridge door open and close that he looks back and his eyes fall on vee. virgil freezes a little but logan smiles softly at him. 'good morning virgil. when did you get here?'

'uh a couple minutes ago'

'oh my apologies, i didnt hear you come in' then logan turns back to his coffee and picks up his mug.

'i said good morning' vee whispers, worried that it would sound like complaining. but logan doesnt even hear him say it so vee gives up on talking and just sits next to logan for breakfast in comfortable silence (thats underlaid by shame on his part)

PATTON AND ROMAN STORIES ARE BELOW THE CUT BC THIS GOT LONG

PATTON

patton will be doing the dishes and humming and virgil will tiptoe in and say 'hi dad' but patton doesnt hear it over the running water and keeps washing up. virgil fidgets a bit on the spot, anxious that it feels like he's eavesdropping on patton even though he isn't trying to at all

he tries a couple more times to say hi to his dad when theres less noise coming from the plates in the sink but still theres no response. so he tries to speak louder 'um dad, im behind you'

and for him it was louder than usual but for other people its more like a slightly quiet soft voice... so patton doesnt hear him still, even when he turns off the water and dries his hands.

virgils heart hammers in his chest because patton is gonna turn around and think virgil was spying on him even though virgil tried to speak to him a few times by this point. 'please dont jump' virgil whispers desperately, knowing that he's essentially talking to himself now

and of course when patton finally turns around he does jump and he yelps loudly at seeing virgil and even though virgil expected it it startles him and he flinches and his eyes immediately water (he gets really annoyed by how easily he cries sometimes)

patton sees it and quickly calms down and goes over to pull him into a hug 'oh im sorry honey, i didnt hear you come in. did i scare you?'

virgil tries to breath evenly to stop his chest from shaking when he speaks. 'i - um i tried to talk to you... a few times' virgil mumbles into his shoulder

and patton smiles a little because he's kind of soft for how gentle virgil is all over including his voice and he apologises again and kisses virgils head and they move on.

it helps virgil not feel so bad about it when it happens with pstton because he always holds him and kisses his head in apology, plus patton finds his quiet voice endearing and at least thats a positive because virgil gets fawned over by his dad a bit

ROMAN

but the worst is when it happens with roman.

roman will be in his room singing while he works on some artwork. not even that loud, just singing softly as he concentrates on his paintbrush. virgil was feeling lonely and bored and kind of jittery and anxious for no reason in his room and usually roman lets him watch when he's doing art and it calms virgils anxiety and is fun to just sit there in silence in romans company.

so he knocks on romans door gently and peeks his head in. roman is faced away from him at his easel on the other side of the room still singing under his breath a little. virgil tiptoes into the room and calls 'roman? can i watch?'

theres no response so virgil takes a deep breath and tries to speak out 'ro? is it ok if i come in?' and he thought it was loud but clearly not because roman isnt even singing at full volume and he still doesnt react to him at all.

virgil actually feels that familiar anxious swirling of dread in his tummy now. he hates not being heard when he does want to speak and he hates that it always shocks someone and that they must think he's sneaking around on purpose.

he starts clawing and pulling at the hem of his skirt and tiptoes closer, only a few feet behind roman now. he tugs his sweater sleeves down and bites his lip. roman still doesnt notice him. virgil takes a shaky breath 'roman, please' and it was actually quieter because hes so nervous now of what will happen when roman hears him and sees he has come in without permission... he hates this.

roman still doesnt show any sign of knowing virgil is there... so virgil tentatively reaches up - his hand shaking - to poke romans shoulder with one finger. 'ro?' he whispers, hating that his voice trembles

roman screams and immediately jumps and spins around. 'dear f*cking zeus! Virgil what the f*ck!' he yells, eyes wide and almost angry

and virgil can't help it. the yelling shocked him so much and roman is so much bigger and towering over him and he looks angry and now vee is shaking and his vision is blurry with tears.

roman instantly backs down, the shock on his face melting to sympathy. 'ah sh*t, i'm sorry vee...' and he puts his palette and brush down and gently places his hands on virgils arms in an attempt to comfort him 'i didnt mean to yell, im sorry.' he says gently, rubbing his hands over virgils arms 'why didnt you tell me you were here, titch?'

'i d-did!' virgil cries, his voice thick with tears 'i tri-ied to - to talk and you didn't h-h--' he cuts himself off with a strangled cry. he's just as shocked as roman by how hard he's crying

roman feels awful and immediately pulls vee into a tight hug 'no no its okay vee, shh. im really sorry i didnt hear you'

vee just sniffles into romans chest and wraps his fingers in romans sweatshirt tightly. a cry comes out thats more like a little squeak and without realising it his thumb slips into his mouth

roman pulls back from the hug to see his little brother sucking his thumb. sometimes virgil sucks his thumb as an adult for comfort so he has to check 'vee, are you feeling tiny?'

vee doesnt really understand the question and tugs at romans sweatshirt and whines, looking up at him with wet pleading eyes

and roman feels his heart break a little. he feels so guilty that he apparently scared virgil into his regression.

'okay baby, here we go' he leans down to wrap his arms around virgils back and under his thighs and hoists virgil onto his hip. then he sighs 'let's go find your papa to change you'

'bipa?' vee squeaks through his remaining tears. he sniffles again and roman feels guilt wash over him again

'yeah, clever baby, papa's gonna get you a diaper' he whispers and wipes his thumb under vees eye to catch another falling tear

vee whimpers quietly and buries his face on romans shoulder so roman takes it as a prompt to start moving and carrying virgil out of his room to find patton

roman really would have liked for adult virgil to watch him paint but he thinks its all his fault for yelling that vee regressed from fear. so he decides painting can wait, he wants to make it up to his brother with lots of cuddes and playing games to make the baby giggle for the rest of the day

#do u know what time it is??#projection o clock babey!!!!#little/big concepts #little virgil #agere virgil #cg logan #cg patton #ts agere #sanders sides agere #swearing tw

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match up, No. 4

@alexnuxx said:

Hi there. So..

my mbti is intp 5w6. I am chill and lazy but also calm. I am a more serious person, but sometimes i laugh in inappropriate or stupid situations and I also like goofy people. I have a big problem about losting in my thoughts and it's hard to get my attention because of that.

All my clothes are black but most of the time I choose either elegant style or oversized clothes to feel comfortable. I have a black mullet and green-brown eyes, i wear glasses and i'm skinny because it's hard for me to gain weight.

I think it's hard for me not to like something because I usually ignore it (maybe really sensitive people cuz i dont know what should i do when someone cries. Ah, and really arrogant people get on my nerves) , but I like reading, listening to music, drawing, sleeping and eating.

Ah, and im 18yo.

Thanks and good luck<3

a/n: Hey sweety. I´m glad you requested. When I read your request I couldn´t help but realize that you have some traits that resemble the one of mine. Like getting lost in thoughts, being chill and calm. Wearing either elegant or oversized clothes, listening to music, sleeping. I honestly never thought I would find someone that resembles me in so many aspects. Anyways I hope you enjoy this little work of mine. If there is anything that bothers you please do not hesitate to tell me so I can make it better. Other than that happy reading.

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: !!!

· After a bit of thinking (and making two other match ups for you I absolutely wasn´t satisfied with. Like I was about to smash my phone against the wall but then I remembered that it was expansive as fck and a Bday gift. So yeah here we are… *crys again. Now after evrything is done I regret not pairing you up with my first choice. But I thought you might not like it... Just like now.... *screams internally) I decided to pair you up with Beckman. I know! I know. BUT HEAR ME OUT AND GIVE THIS MAN (and me please) A CHANCE. I´ll do my best to make you at öeast like it a tiny bit. Just give it a chance. Pretty please?

· Alright. *breathes in, *nervous, *breaths out. Author talks to herself “Are you dumb?! Get it to work!”

· Like I said I'm gonna pair you up with a man that is as feared as his captain. He's the first mate called Benn Beckman

· Beckman has a quiet and laid back personality with a quite serious facet. And exactly that was what got you two to get to know each other.

· You were working at the bar of the island the red hair pirates docked on. They were having a good time drinking and celebrating as always.

· You were preparing a customer a drink when two man sat at the counter and asked for a beer. Slowly with minutes passing more man surrounded the two and caused a positive vibe. They were talking, laughing and having a good time. Once in a while you were taking their orders had a short chat with a red haired man but that's it. Not long after you realized something that caught your eye and made you smile. You went to your coworker and long time best friend and told her to look at the man with the white hair and the cigar.

· She followed your description and let her eyes wonder around the place until she found him. But she didn't quiet get what made you laugh so she asked you with a confused look.

· “You always tell me that I have a serious expression but look at him. His friends are laughing and celebrating while he sits right at the middle and looks like he got forced to be there.”

· Your words made your coworker laugh and get back to work with a huge grin on her face. You didn´t mind at all and were happy that you could make her laugh when they called for a waitress to probably order more beer. But that’s when you regret making fun of him. Your friend started to laugh and made the red haired man look at her confused. When she got a hold of herself she pointed a finger at you and seemed to tell them something that made all of the men laugh but one.

· Your cheeks turned red and you literally wanted to run out of the bar to hide under a rock. But you couldn´t and just turned around with your back facing them while their laughter echoed in your head.

· Your face was red and when touched one would have thought you had a fever. When your coworker came back still laughing she hugged you and said that none of them is made at you but rather amused by your words. Mostly the man you were talking about. Towards the end of your shift the man with a neutral looking gaze was still lingering at the bar with his friends. After the incident you didn´t dare looking in his direction and did your work at the back of the bar. You stepped out of the bar and were about to walk down the streets when someone tapped your shoulder and made you turn around.

· “I´m sorry to bother you but do you mind telling me your name?”

· You were confused and scared to death but the question of the tall man in front of you made you wonder why he wanted to know that so you asked. But he simply smiled at you lovingly and said: “I would love to know the name of the woman that seems to resemble me so much.”

· That was the moment you to actually got to know each other. Until now his captain and the entire crew he was part of made fun of him of the way you and him got together

· Beckman is a quiet and serious looking man that only talks when needed. It´s not that he doesn´t like being around people it´s just his calm and peaceful nature that gets him to be in his cabin while being busy reading a book. And since you joined the red hair pirates he´s not always that alone in his cabin

· Beckman loves your pure chill nature. You´re not like the woman his crew mates sometimes bring over or meet up with. You are laid back and honest. Sometimes to honest that causes Shanks to turn into a pouting 6 years old but that’s fine because the friendship you have with Shanks balances the calm and peaceful relationship you have with your partner Beckman You three have a great relationship with each other since you seem to be a mixture of Beckman and Shanks that makes you get along with the both of them so well. But also the crew thinks that you are the female version of them

· Dating Beckman is like walking through a forest in a warm sunny autumn morning

· He seem to be cold and always serious but he´s not. He is a caring gentleman that won´t let you carry a bag or even you coat.

· He always has a hand on the lower area of your back while walking through a island

· Every night he would ask you if you need anything or planed to do anything in the next day to make sure to schedule his day after your plans

· At the morning he would always ask you if you slept well and if you had a dream or not. And if you had one he would make you tell him about it because he loves listening to you

· There are moments he would find himself staring at you with a tiny smile on his lips that would make his captain tease the hell out of him when he see it

· The moments I am referring to are when you´re leaning against the railing of the ship with a dreamy look on your face that would signal him that you´re once again lost in your thoughts. And in those moments he would make sure no one is around so he could come and hug you from behind while nuzzling his face in your hair, asking you what you were thinking about. You would smile and take his hands in yours to intertwine them and tell him “It´s nothing.” When you were actually thinking of a peaceful life with him somewhere were no ne would find you or know you. Just the two of you.

· And each time he would smile and say that he would someday find out about that little “nothing” that was able to put a smile on your lips when it should be him doing that

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