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for anon:  I kind of wish that someone would do gif sets of the Cleopatra exchange in The Wedding of River Song and also that The Doctor just says "Down girl" when River briefly gets sidetracked by Ramone in The Husbands of River Song.  I'm pretty sure that it's an open marriage but also wonder if they are averse to either seeing or knowing about other people even when they are actually eye to eye.  I feel like there's a great discussion to be unlocked about trust between them that supersedes other people.  Of course, if this is too naughty to bring up pretend I didn't say anything :)
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heesbaby · 6 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG [complete]
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enhypen masterlist
VERBOTEN; meaning forbidden or banned
SYNOPSIS; a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.
PAIRING; reader x older heeseung
GENRE; social media au, lots of smut, angst with happy ending
CHARACTERS; enhypen members, &team members
WARNINGS; little age gap (heeseung is 28, reader is 22), jay/jake/hoon will also be aged up a little to 23/24, heavy dom sub undertones in this with heeseung being the dom ofc, daddy kink included, lots of sexual content with 02z included, swearing, will add more as the smau develops
START; 24/09/23
END; 02/12/23
TAGLIST; closed!
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PROFILES
CHARACTER MOODBOARDS; heeseung | yn
ONE; is your cousin cute though?
TWO; mr song
THREE; use it in a sentence
FOUR; he's actually insane
FIVE; just some guy
SIX; bro code or something
SEVEN; look at me, this isn't you
EIGHT; mind the attitude
NINE; when I catch you riki
TEN; good girl
ELEVEN; you haven't connected shit
TWELVE; I'm not the fucking den mother
THIRTEEN; my ancestors are british
FOURTEEN; cotton wool
FIFTEEN; want to go again?
SIXTEEN; pussy so good it makes you unemployed
SEVENTEEN; maybe like 73cm
EIGHTEEN; no bitches does that to a man
NINETEEN; I might be a whore but I have standards
TWENTY; barking and shit
TWENTY ONE; happy anniversary baby
TWENTY TWO; you're scaring the bitches
TWENTY THREE; please delete this
TWENTY FOUR; losing the idgaf war
TWENTY FIVE; quit running your mouth
TWENTY SIX; you're tolerable at best
TWENTY SEVEN; day 1 of not being delusional
TWENTY EIGHT; it's like the trenches out here
TWENTY NINE; on my mind constantly
THIRTY; my eyes only
THIRTY ONE; jokes on you I like that
THIRTY TWO; ignore jake's pining
THIRTY THREE; leave my son out of this
THIRTY FOUR; treat you so good
THIRTY FIVE; polite
THIRTY SIX; jake hasn't checked his emails since 2019
THIRTY SEVEN; let me spoil you
THIRTY EIGHT; yn x 02z collab is ending
THIRTY NINE; will you guide me?
FORTY; look at him and tell me he hasn't taken a life
FORTY ONE; reporting you all to hr
FORTY TWO; epic highs and lows of high school football
FORTY THREE; sugar daddy era
FORTY FOUR; I've been yours since the beginning
FORTY FIVE; it make alpha angry
FORTY SIX; I missed you (platonically)
FORTY SEVEN; it just doesn't sit right
FORTY EIGHT; your name is written all over me
FORTY NINE; anger management lessons
FIFTY; mrs lee
FIFTY ONE; in every lifetime
FIFTY TWO: a win is a win
FIFTY THREE; post malone crocs
FIFTY FOUR; he's an ally
FIFTY FIVE; friendsgiving
FIFTY SIX; me or mark from sales
FIFTY SEVEN; let him cook
FIFTY EIGHT; riki and jake is a dangerous combo
FIFTY NINE; baby fever
SIXTY; I'll keep loving you until you ask me to stop
BONUS CHAP #1; heeseung's rules
BONUS CHAP #2; dinner with dad(dy)
BONUS CHAP #3; it's momo's world, we're just living in it
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haknom · 5 months
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EXES SUCK! — PARK SUNGHOON
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SYNOPSIS ⇾ Park Sunghoon, a former figure skater, and your ex-boyfriend. He was your first love back in high school, and was also your very close childhood friend but distanced away after he left unexpectedly. Now you two don’t communicate anymore which is quite sad but debuting with your newly made friends was amazing. And to help your group with promotions, your manager suggests you to be an MC at Music Bank with another male idol after your debut, only to find out it was your ex-boyfriend, Park Sunghoon.
PAIRING ⇾ idol-ex!sunghoon x idol-fem!reader (ft. enhypen, joonie from ichillin’ as y/n, chaewon from le sserafim as kia, ningning from aespa as mei, liz from ive as daisy, wonyoung from ive as melody, and many mentions of other idols).
WARNINGS ⇾ sunghoon is delulu (what’s a kayla smau if one main character isn’t delulu???), swearing, random time stamps, inside jokes, newjeans is the groups face claim, universe’s songs are from acc kpop groups um, more will be added!
STATUS ⇾ on hold (updates are whenever!)
NOTE ⇾ this idea is like a Year old LOL… it was supposed to come out instead of bad news but then i changed my mind (idol aus were Not my thing back then) TRUST i have good hopes for this one ! — also happy early bday soph 😁
TAGLIST IS CLOSED! ❤️‍🩹
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PROFILEZ — one / two
ONE — 5ALIVE NEVER FALLING!!!
TWO — i’m Alive.
THREE — ROTY + SOTY + AOTY.
FOUR — FATE
FIVE — but the bad news …
SIX — stayc and universe crumbs
SEVEN — funny joke!
EIGHT — surprise surprise!
NINE — does she want me be honest
TEN — reaction pic kms
ELEVEN — THE FUCK???
TWELVE — you’re so fucking in love
THIRTEEN — what the fuck is going on
BONUS CHAPTER — jungwon’s damage control
FOURTEEN — villain arc?
FIFTEEN — you’re y/n right?
SIXTEEN — you never cared
SEVENTEEN — case study for delusion
EIGHTEEN — tba…
NINETEEN — tba…
more coming soon! (unreleased chapter names may change!)
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© haknom 2023 - do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work on other platforms!
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 month
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Practice On Me | Series Index
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graphic made for me by the gorgeous @writingsbychlo 💕
Summary: Set in Illyria when the Bat Boys are mere twenty-year-olds, Azriel has never explored intimacy and sex like his closest friends have. Reader is more than willing to help — not realising it will offset a series of events that will change life as they know it.
Series warnings: This series is strictly 18+, minors dni. There’s smut, violence, gore, trauma. Read with caution and take care 🫶🏻
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen (Finale)
Bonus Part (Fin x Reader)
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The Practice On Me Playlist
Songs I had on repeat while writing this series, for anyone who’s interested!
Sit Down Beside Me by Patrick Watson
From The Start by Laufey
New Girl by FINNEAS
We Go Down Together by Dove Cameron & Khalid
February 3rd by Jorja Smith
She by Harry Styles
Angry Too by Lola Blanc
Afterthought by Joji & BENEE
Faded by Alan Walker
The Summoning by Sleep Token
Therefore I Am by Billie Eilish
Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz & Yacht Money
Samurai Swords - Acoustic Version by Highasakite
My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski
THE LONELIEST by Måneskin
King by Florence + The Machine
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The Practice On Me Face Claims
A look at how I imagined our younger ACOTAR characters looked through this series (and my original characters)!
Azriel:
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Rhysand:
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Cassian:
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Kaeda:
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Mor:
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Roza:
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Fin:
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eggyrocks · 25 days
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calloused hands-t. kuroo smau
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𖦹his hands are worn from years of volleyball. her’s are worn from years of playing guitar 𖦹
main masterlist
status: completed, but i reserve the right to post bonus content at random
tags: kuroo x f!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, serendipity, university au, reader is a musician in an indie punk band
warnings: language, alcohol use, violence, adult themes, mommy issues im giving yn mommy issues forgot to mention that, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
minors dni
taglist: closed
each part is named after the song i listened to while making it
introductions: the band | the team
track one: dumb fucks track two: hair of dog track three: monkey jaw track four: hooked fish [✐] track five: magnet track six: the the empty track seven: heaven track eight: bag of worms track nine: all i think about now track ten: rigid track eleven: the shadow baby track twelve: waiting so long [✐] track thirteen: trace me onto you track fourteen: enumerating track fifteen: kute track sixteen: drunk voicemail [✐] track seventeen: all this love [✐] track eighteen: cream of gold track nineteen: liar's love [✐] track twenty: kill me track twenty-one: anything [✐] track twenty-two: just like heaven [✐]
bonus: band lore nishinoya + hinata mommy issues lore tanaka + kiyoko lore
daily click for palestine 🇵🇸
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psychedelic-ink · 8 months
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hello everyone! here you'll find all the fics I've written for the haunted hoedown! like I said before I won't be doing kinktober this year so this is my mini kinktober for the year 2023 🎃 i tried to add more characters from my other fandoms but once again i ended up using mostly pedro characters lol whoops
hope y'all enjoy the hoedown and keep it spooky everyone! 🦇
find all fics on AO3
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♡ DAY ONE ➡ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. stepbrother!frankie x santi's gf!reader
taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."
♡ DAY TWO ➡ 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. dave york x f!reader
murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"
♡ DAY THREE ➡ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. priest!ezra x f!reader
priest au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.”
♡ DAY FOUR ➡ 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍. ai-enhanced!miguel o’hara x f!reader
artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."
♡ DAY FIVE ➡ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐓. animal shapeshifter!pero tovar x f!reader
animal shapeshifter au + "you're not actually scared are you? of me?"
♡ DAY SIX ➡ 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. joel miller x f!reader
slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)
♡ DAY SEVEN ➡ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. jack daniels x f!reader
cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."
♡ DAY EIGHT ➡ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒. cult leader!din djarin x f!reader
cult au + “do you like it when i bleed for you?”
♡ DAY NINE ➡ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖. tasm!peter parker x f!reader
zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."
♡ DAY TEN ➡ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓. marcus pike x f!reader
inspired by your favorite lana del rey song + “don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”
♡ DAY ELEVEN ➡ 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊. fallen angel!joel miller x f!reader
cyberpunk au + fallen angel au + “i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”
♡ DAY TWELVE ➡ 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒. oberyn martell x f!reader x max phillips
vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."
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some of the works above will contain dark themes and situations. if that is not your thing please just skip them. every fic will have additional warnings. minors please dni.
if you like what you see please reblog and comment to show support 🖤
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inklore · 8 months
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🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!
since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.
and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!
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THE RULES.
the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.
any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.
no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.
dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.
there are no word limits but please use that readmore.
tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!
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DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."
DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"
DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong
DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."
DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au
DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"
DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)
DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."
DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au
DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."
DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”
DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."
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if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!
AUs:
steampunk / cyber punk
fairytale retelling
revenge
mythology / monster
virtual reality
gothic
taboo (see great options here)
slasher
game gone wrong
witchcraft
addams family
bonnie and clyde
spy / secret agent
assassins
x-files
circus / carnival
hitch hiking
basement wife
time travel
urban legend(s)
american horror story inspired
vampire / supernatural
pirate / mermaid
DIALOGUE PROMPTS:
"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."
"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 
“this fear you feel? it won't last.”
“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”
“why do you keep following me?”
"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."
"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"
"i'm so close, can you feel it?"
"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."
"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."
"i want to see you bleed."
"they're dead...because of you."
“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”
“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”
"it's just a little blood."
“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”
“i would burn the world for you.”
"this is so fucked up." "you like it."
"finders keepers."
"what's your favorite scary movie?"
"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."
"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."
"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"
TROPES:
mob / mafia
soft!dark
dubcon / noncon
soulmate / fated mates
mind control / telepathy
cheating
final girl
once is not enough
haunted manor
dark academia
enemies to lovers
haunted object
vengeful ghost
coven
ritual / sacrifice / blood magic
unrequited love
creation / creator vs monster
'i'll find you in every universe / century'
reverse harem
cursed / fuck or die
curiosity killed the cat
theatre phantom
fate worse than death
KINKS:
biting
corruption / authoritarian
somnophilia
begging
dacryphilia
breath play
knife play / blood play
jealousy / sharing / possessive
aphrodisiacs
hunter / prey
humiliation / degradation
mirror sex
deprivation / immobilized / bondage
costume
size
orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging
body worship
shotgunning / swallowing / facial
gagging
torture / surrender
hate sex / make up sex / phone sex
magical healing [redacted]
soft!dom / pleasure!dom
ETC PROMPTS:
a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right
1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)
touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?
a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever
you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?
a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon
if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)
oh no i'm dating the town serial killer
passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane
we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine
daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late
i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger
vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it
the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?
i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?
loving you is easier than hating you
got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits
'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you
my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure
confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)
how far would you go for love? for the one you love?
in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you
we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying
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we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.
so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!
so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3
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tr0p1cal · 7 months
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cats got your tongue
the star series master list
synopsis: finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.
pairing: minho x gn!reader
genre: angst, fluff, crack, coffee shop au, college au, non idol au
warnings: sexual themes, language, toxic ex, mentioned cheating, mention and consumption of alcohol, kys/kms jokes
note: this is strictly a work of fiction and not meant to portray a realistic version of the idols in any way. It is simply fantasy and meant purely for entertainment.
start: 23/9/23
end: tbt
status: ongoing (ish)
schedule: Monday and Friday (maybe💀)
🖍 = written portion within the part
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teaser / aesthetic
introduction
one - L
two - nice distraction
three - questionable
four - not really but kinda really
five - trust your judgement
six - favoritism
seven - this you?
eight - get well soon I guess?
nine - no idea what a 3RACHA is..
ten - he’s alright I guess..
eleven - always get what I want🖍️
twelve - exiled for the time being
thirteen - Song Mingi hate club
fourteen - rainy gets bitches!?
fifteen - just don’t get caught
sixteen - very wrong
seventeen - not my business
(coming soon)
eighteen - would give the would to you
nineteen -
twenty -
twenty one -
twenty two -
twenty three -
twenty four -
twenty five -
bonus parts
lee knows birthday
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tag list is always open!
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twogyuu · 11 months
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SVT: How They Would Propose
pairings: svt x gn!reader
genre: fluff/crack, lowercase intended
warnings: mention of food and wine in some members, insanely corny and delusional (HELP-)
a/n: inspired by a lecture by conversation with mom 😀
. . . .
seungcheol
one word: extravagant
it was supposed to be a surprise, but he told you one night when you were making dinner 😅
rents out a whole restaurant, invites yours and his entire family (including that auntie two generations removed that thought you were never gonna get married), all his members, and all the Pledis staff
Before he does it, it's announced and he has everyone watching while he makes a sappy speech about how much he loves you and wants to do forever with you 🫶
Kiss kiss hug hug 🥰
jeonghan
one day suggests you go on a solo run to the grocery store to buy flour while he cooks dinner and you're like 'wtf? jeonghan doesn't cook-'
but you make it a block away from your shared apartment and find seokmin standing by the stop sign in an explorer fishing hat announcing that jeonghan sent you on a treasure hunt
you go all over town at all the places that he deemed special for the two of you🥺 . . . only for the treasure hunt to lead you home again and the smoke detector is going off and mingyu is tryna save your dinner 😐
it's a cozy one 💙 eventually just orders delivery from your favorite restaurant and does it from the comfort of your home and in his stained t-shirt
joshua
it started as a normal date
he is a gentleman so nothing really seems out of the ordinary
until you're walking home and you hear rustling in the bushes and you spot seungkwan's head peaking out with a camera
when you turn around man was SMOOTH and was already down on one knee asking you to marry him
bonus: it was under the same lamppost where he first asked you out :')
. . . .
jun
simple, but cute!
he asked you to dress nice for the day - he planned a picnic date <3
the weather was just right: spring - not too cold, not too warm; the cherry blossoms were blooming, and the sun was just about to set
you're taking a walk in the park and at the end of the path, he pulls out a ring
it was an heirloom and his mom passed it down to give to you - if you want him the same ofc :P
soonyoung
so so so so nervous!!!
it'll be a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, but he rented out the balcony with accompanying music and wine
rehearsed "will you marry me?" in eleven different tones and sends them to jihoon to decide which ones best
. . . but he forgot which one jihoon said 'yes' too 😅
panics and starts practicing again while waiting for you to arrive
but you show up in the middle of the one he's yodeling (it's a yes from you on sight anyways)
wonwoo
i feel like his would be super personalized and private (which isn't a bad thing!)
shameless plug for myself: i wrote a whole fic here actually 💀
BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS HEADCANON-
one night, he asks if you want to play games with him
he suggests mabinogi, which you do find a little strange - he's a league kind of guy, but you agree anyways
y'all are fighting off enemies on a hill and after you defeat them in the chat he randomly pops the question like: "you're not too bad of a gaming partner: marry me?"
you think it's a joke until he tells you through his headset to lookup from your computer and he got that shy smile, pushing up his glasses with a ring in his hand 😳
jihoon
it is not a jihoon proposal without a song written for you
one of those lowkey jazz clubs and for once he volunteers to go up and busk - guitar and all
he's hella immersed: his voice sweet, fingers gliding smoothly over the strings and the chords sound soothing, long hair sweeping into his eyes
he mentions a memory of you so seemingly lowkey and forgettable, but it was so special to him, he put in the song and you're standing their like :O
before you leave that night, he asks you outside bc he's too shy to do it in front of everyone hehehe
. . . .
seokmin
it'll be after a long week of work - he picked you up from the office and y'all went out for noodles or something
you're walking and just wandering the city and he takes you to a flower shop!
asks you to pick your favorite flowers and make them into a bouquet
"what's the occasion?" // "ah just 'cus."
but he asks you in the park :3
ofc there will be a film picture taken of you lol
mingyu
also extravagant, but make it intimate?
he rents out a rooftop of a restaurant, but it's just you and him for dinner with nice music
he asks you to dance after dessert :)
when you get tired, the two of you just kind of stargaze and people watch below
there's one of those binocular machines there that needs quarters
asks if you want to look off into the city
you say 'yes' and he puts in the quarters
while you're looking through, he asks what you see
just as you're about to answer, he holds out the ring in front (i.e. YOU SEE YOURE FUTURE WITH HIM SJDJDJKDKEEKEKOO)
minghao
it's gonna be on a beach
but like night time because he's corny like that
flower in your hair, sand stuck to your feet, hands interlocked, and breeze grazing your skin as you walk along the shore
asks you on the boardwalk that's light up all pretty and colorful
everyone sees and gasps, but no one else matters rn: his world is only you and you, him <3
. . . .
seungkwan
nothing better than a karaoke proposal am i right?
it's late night out, but he insists!!!
y'all go back to the place you used to sing at in college when things were rough and y'all were kinda broke
and then he plays YOUR guys' song
he got 100 and the machine goes quiet
he's only looking at you all glassy-eyed and sweet under all these flashy tacky colored lights and you're like ???
manz starts sniffling and you're even more concerned and you're about to get up to him and ask him what's wrong
but he starts confesses his undying love for you and kneels in front of you and whispers the question as if it's the world's biggest secret - it's quiet, but impactful
vernon
y'all already know i am delusional for him unfortunately 😭
he'd make a whole frickin' movie for you - using his imovie skills from his predebut days to copy and paste together a film of you and him with music and all, YA KNOW????!
and to make matters more delusional (for me) worse it's inspired by those cheesy but oh-so-good 80s teen romcom films 😭
those moving photos /videos y'all took in photobooths, videos he took of you when you weren't looking, clips that his members took when y'all were cuddling and giggling about something stupid by the campfire during a group outing -
you come over thinkin' you're just gonna watch some avatar, but he turns on the movie he made instead :')
"starring: vernon and y/n" **chokes and cries a little**
(HELP)
chan
for some reason, i feel like this is gonna be like a promposal lmao
your family's home, but he's gonna invite his members to perform and hold up signs
it'll be a cozy and small get-together, but in high-school-musical-fashion seokmin just starts singing out of nowhere and everyone else starts joining in
and you're like uuuhhh what
at the end of it all you were led to the backyard, where fairy lights were set up and everything
the members are wearing shirts that spell out "WILL YOU MA[RRY ME]?" (chan is holding the RRY ME part bc there were more letters than members)
you roll your eyes and call him a loser, but he's your loser, so duh yes you will <3
(manz let's out a sigh of relief bc he almost thought you wouldn't-)
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If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Part twelve of the Ascended Astarion fic series “Whither is thy beloved gone?”
Astarion and Ban's happiness isn't as long lived as they had hoped.
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Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?
This is a series about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst, smut, and will have a happy ending.
This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension a little.
Beta'd by the amazing @leomonae
Read on AO3.
Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten and eleven.
Masterlist.
BONUS: I've been listening to this song for this fic. Enjoy!
Astarion awakens at dawn’s first light, and first expects his hand to fall upon thin air. Instead he grasps Ban’s side and she shifts, unwillingly stirring at his touch.
“It’s too early,” she grumbles, trying to swat his hand off. Instead he pulls her tight against him, and for a few minutes they struggle with each other playfully, ending with the Ascendant pinned underneath Ban.
“What was the point of all these powers,” he laments. “If you can just hold me down like this?”
“Let’s see,” she says, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses from his temple to his jaw. “Walking in the sun, turning into a bat, or mist… summoning ghoulish minions… what’s not to like?”
“Touché.” He takes a moment to try to flip her; she merely raises an eyebrow and tightens her hips around his midsection, holding him down more securely.
He growls, without heat, and gives up. Laughing at his predicament, Ban pins him down a little longer, and then climbs off.
“I need to go to the Elfsong to get my things,” she says, rising from the bed and tugging a pair of trousers on.
Astarion watches from the bed, utterly unperturbed. “Of course, love. Shall I meet you for lunch somewhere?”
Ban can’t really enjoy human food, but the mental link provided a good alternative. As such, recently he has been dining with her as often as possible to make up for it.
“Sure,” she says, pulling her shirt over her head. “Blushing Mermaid?”
He snorts derisively at her choice of location, but nods.
“I’ll see you there.”
He watches as she leaves, on foot this time. She hasn’t been taking the carriage since that previous time they rode in it together. He has wondered about it, has considered asking her why, but even he can feel that there is still much left unsaid when it comes to Ban - and with how tentative their relationship feels, he doesn’t dare push.
Astarion tilts his cup, sipping his morning tea on the balcony as Ban’s figure recedes in the distance. There is still that slight worry whenever she leaves, a niggling feeling he resents himself for harboring. As she disappears from sight he turns to head inside, ready for today’s tasks.
Ban enters her room, and stops dead in her tracks the moment she takes one look inside. There is something… off about the way everything looks. She looks down at the book she is currently reading, its pages open just like she had left it, but upon closer inspection she notices that it is on the wrong page.
The wind could have blown it to another page, she rationalizes to herself, but when she looks up to check the windows are closed; have been ever since she started renting this room. She frowns, then takes another cursory glance around the room.
I didn’t leave my pack open, did I? She approaches and opens it, then turns it over, letting its contents spill out onto the bed. Ban takes inventory; there is a dawning sense of unease as she concludes that seemingly nothing had been taken.
Someone had been in her room, had rummaged through her things, but had not taken anything. The next most important thing she looks for is Balduran’s Giantslayer, and to her relief it is right where she left it, leaning against the wall.
She had taken that sword with her to the reunion, when she had run away. She had told Astarion that it was intended for Karlach to use in Avernus, and he had believed her. But anyone who actually paid attention would - should have known that was an impossibility. If there is anything Ban treasures above all other material things, it’s this sword.
She crosses the room in two strides and picks up the heavy blade. It seems fine; she checks the grip and crossguard for any untoward substances that could indicate sabotage or poison. Nothing, yet again.
Curious.
There were always threats, of course. Being the hero of Baldur’s Gate brought accolades and honors, but it also ensured that everyone knew who you were, or at least had a passing idea of your deeds. Few however know her face, or that she is now undead, or that she had been living in the Elfsong for some time.
Few, but not none. She only feels glad she’s leaving.
Ban gathers her possessions, trying to get everything to fit into her pack. It is a struggle, with all the clothes and random trinkets she had been bringing back from her visits to the palace consuming more space than she had been expecting.
“Fucking hells,” she groans to herself, the bulging pack now slung over one shoulder and her greatsword in its sheath on the other. She regrets not asking for the carriage, but there was no point thinking about that now.
Not taking the carriage has been a deliberate choice. She has felt rather trapped by it, by the idea of one of Astarion’s servants sitting there, waiting for her to run whatever errands she has that day. It makes her feel like he’s still keeping her on a leash - a leash with more slack, granted, but a leash nevertheless.
Still, Ban finds herself grateful for the fact that he never argues against it. He has even stopped offering the carriage’s services, and although she can see the burning question in his eyes, Astarion has so far kept his mouth shut.
She knows his eyes always follow her as she walks out of the palace every day, that he stands at the balcony with his cup of tea, watching her as she departs. It gratifies her, knowing just how much she occupies his thoughts, but there is also a sense of foreboding, the knowledge of just how easily such affection from the Ascendant can morph into possessiveness.
Ban slowly makes her way out of the room after one final visual sweep, taking the stairs down and dreading the trudge to the Blushing Mermaid.
Ban loves him; she knows that without a doubt. She was smitten the moment she laid eyes on him, and loved him the moment he asked her to join him in the clearing. The moment he walked out from behind the tree and she had backed him against it, his body an easy, comfortable weight in her arms, she had been his - to manipulate, to seduce. To come to love, eventually.
With loving Astarion came understanding and forgiveness for everything he had inflicted on her. However, even she cannot deny the wounds will take time to heal - and that doing so will require her to actually communicate with the Ascendant about her feelings. A daunting prospect, but one that she knows has to be done if they are to last.
Astarion sits in the carriage as it makes its way through the city, rearranging his waistcoat absently. Like Ban, he has been contemplating their relationship in light of last night’s events.
He had known she bought into his lies. She had been the easiest, tavern drunks aside, mark he’d ever had, melting into his hands like putty at the simplest of touches, at coquetry so obvious that any fool would have seen through it. She would even offer him her blood nightly, an act so hilariously saccharine and yet so idiotic that he has no words for it. In the mornings he would cast lesser restoration on her, all the while thinking just how well his plan had worked.
He had thought her simple. Just another person smitten with his beauty, enthralled by it. It had been nothing new. She was attractive enough, certainly, with the kind of figure he had not often seen or encountered in his long years of servitude. A boon, as it had made sleeping with her easier to tolerate - even slightly enjoy, if he had been, begrudgingly, honest with himself.
What he hadn’t expected was how she had asked him things. Admittedly they had been simple questions at first, due to his own reluctance to open up - how he was, or how his hunt had gone, or if his crossbows needed cleaning, because she was cleaning her own equipment. Really, just throw them in, she’d offer with a smile. But the asking meant seeing. And no one had seen him. Not for two centuries.
Then there was the way she’d acted during skirmishes.
Brave and unheeding of any danger to herself, charging into the fray, greatsword in hand. But it hadn’t been the courage itself that had so moved him; no. It was the way she would watch where he went, and make sure nothing so much as approached him as he shot crossbow bolts at them. And when something inevitably had approached? She would stand back to back with him, his daggers and her sword flowing together in a furious dance, their bodies moving so synchronously that for a moment they seemed to be one.
She had made him feel safe. A ridiculous notion, he’d initially tried to tell himself. But that doubt had rapidly dissolved in the face of her actions. She’d become the first thing he would run to at the first sign of danger. Hers was the approval he’d slowly begun to seek. Slowly, irrevocably, his heart had been bequeathed to her without even his own knowledge. At least, not until it had been far too late.
She’d never pushed, willing to take what little scraps of affection he’d been willing to dole out. She had told him that she loved him for him, whatever that meant, and he’d been more than happy to just continue being him, not wanting to look into exactly what she saw. Because he’d thought himself weak. Pathetic. A mere monster with nothing to offer but burdens, who had somehow enraptured someone so deliciously naive it had almost been unfair.
He’d always felt like he’d been taking advantage of her, and that the day she figured that out, she would leave. He’d longed to be better for her, to measure up to whatever vision of him she had. To be worthy of her.
When the rite had fallen into his lap, then, this fact - this need - had galvanized him, spurring his decision to ascend. How could he have refused something that not only would ensure his freedom and spite his former master, but also give her everything she deserved? A lover of equal power and prowess, one who could stand in the sun with her, who could give her life eternal?
Who could refuse that?
Only she could have talked him down. And she had voiced no dissent.
And so his love had changed to that hideous, misshapen thing - a shadow of its former self, twisted beyond recognition. It had become obsession, a need to own and to possess. To keep her in a gilded cage, safe and treasured, but also isolated and alone.
The more he’d taken, the more she had distanced herself. And then obsession had become resentment, and their love had died.
But now the embers have caught aflame again, and here is his chance at redemption.
Would that the gods be so kind that he could finally pull it off.
Astarion cuts a path through the sweaty, drunken crowd as he makes his way inside the Blushing Mermaid. His well-dressed, rather imposing bearing makes people instinctively move out of the way, and he quickly finds a relatively clean table and pulls out a chair by it, sitting down.
He doesn’t even know why Ban likes this place. He places both hands on his chin, sighs, and waits.
The seconds turn into minutes, the minutes to hours. He shifts now and then, watching the doors, his patience slowly wearing thin and fear slowly bubbling up in his gut. She doesn’t arrive.
Eventually he reaches for her mind in desperation, and is met with an awful, devastating wall of silence.
His first and only thought is that she’s closed her mind off to him. Abandoned him again.
His hands, clasped together, dig into each other, the nails drawing blood.
No. It can’t be. She agreed to move back!
He stands abruptly, heading for the exit. He’d get in his carriage and then - then what?
Part of him, the Ascendant, wants to hunt her down; to tear the city apart brick by godsdamned brick until she has nowhere to hide. The much larger and more powerful part of him, however, wants to just go home. That part knows she wouldn’t leave just like that - and if she did, if this is for her happiness - he wouldn’t interfere. He’d let his own heart break for her sake.
Calming himself, Astarion finally enters his carriage. He stares blankly at the seat opposite him - her seat - and silently begins to weep.
Ban is distracted on her path by a beggar reaching into her pack and nicking the first thing his hands reach, a pouch of gold. She turns and tries to give chase, swift despite the overfilled pack and greatsword on her back. The man turns a small corner and she follows, intending to grab his wrist and demand her gold back. A silly thing to be doing, considering the amount of money her partner and she have, but in this moment indignation wins out.
She rounds the corner into a dark, covered alley, and someone casts Darkness.
Immediately she tries to reach for her blade, her vampiric eyes unaffected by the inky blackness. She is, however, still far too slow.
Hands grab her - cold, strong fingers digging into her arms and shoulders. She tries to shove them off, and then with a dawning sense of horror realizes that the hands holding her are just as cold as she is. Vampires, she thinks, but the knowledge isn't much help at all. Not when there are six of them here, in a dark alley that only led to darker alleys. The only escape would be to try to fight them off and run towards sunlight, but the fact that they were all clothed in heavy, hooded cloaks makes her question this line of thinking.
She has admittedly been at least a little wary of Vel Stedez and his coven, and thus had kept her guard up at nights, staying mostly within the areas near the Elfsong. But a daytime attack takes her by surprise.
They had obviously been to her room, or had at least hired someone to snoop for them. Somewhere in the back of Ban’s agitated mind, she wonders why. They had probably been watching her for days, and had seen her come out with her bags today. Realizing that their window of opportunity was closing fast, they had struck.
She freezes as she feels something press against her chest, between her breasts, and as her eyes adjust, sees the beggar aiming a stake at her heart.
“If you don’t want to have an unpleasant time, bride,” one of the vampires mutters. “Come quietly.”
Ban struggles. Can she turn into mist? In theory, she was a full vampire. In practice? She had thought she was a spawn all that time - and when she found out the truth she had purposefully shunned her vampiric abilities as an act of defiance against her true nature and her creator. She tries for the wards, bringing them up - then remembers belatedly that they only work on the Ascendant. She drops them again.
In her blind panic, she forgets to reach out to Astarion’s mind. Her mind is shut protectively, only focusing on her surroundings. Shut off even to him.
There had been little cause to consider that she might ever be in any real danger, especially these past few weeks, with her and Astarion reveling in each other’s company and their newfound affection for each other. They have been too swept up in their relationship and haven’t really considered taking the time for her to learn how to use her vampiric powers. They have forever, after all.
This, Ban realizes, might cost her her unlife.
Do I try to fight them off? Or do I let them take me?
The fighter in her rejects the idea of surrendering. She growls and bares her fangs, and tenses her whole body.
“He’s not coming for me, you know. We aren’t together anymore.”
Buy it. Please. Fucking buy it!
The same male vampire, probably the leader of this little group, laughs.
“Sure, princess. Sure.”
The stake digs in harder, pressing deeper.
Ban evaluates her situation, and decides to acquiesce for now. There might be a better opportunity later as they take her, presumably, to Vel in Waterdeep. They begin marching her, the beggar still making sure the stake is never too far away.
They make their way through the smaller alleys of the city for what feels like an eternity, eventually arriving at a carriage. She rolls her eyes at the sight. She’s shoved inside it unceremoniously.
Once inside, one of her captors grabs the pack and the sword from her back, setting them aside with a smirk.
“You won’t need that where we’re going,” he sneers.
Ban keeps silent. There isn’t anything to say.
As the carriage begins to move, Ban assesses her situation. She could make a run for it, jump out, and hopefully get away. She’s hoping the sun will slow them down some, even with those cloaks. She waits until the vampires start to get distracted, eyes moving off her as they realize she’s not about to make a break for it. Unfortunately, the mortal, sitting beside her, still has the stake aimed at her chest.
There is nothing for it. Ban shifts her focus onto her body, hoping to at least shove one vampire off, creating an opening to run.
She looks over all of them, selecting one that she thinks will be the weakest - a male drow, the one who took her things. Who knows? She might even be able to grab her sword.
She braces herself.
Please, let it work. Please let me go home.
Please let me see him again.
She shoves with all her strength against that woman, hoping she will be quick enough.
The vampires are just as fast, and hold her down.
The stake slides home.
Astarion gasps, as the dull, all too familiar pain of heartache suddenly transforms into something sharp, shooting through his heart. He places a hand against his chest, his eyes widening in realization. If a vampire’s spouse is in enough pain, the other will perceive it as well.
She’s hurt. Badly. Badly enough for her creator to feel it.
There is a wild, wretched joy there. She hadn’t left him after all. But as soon as it comes, it is replaced by ice-cold fear.
What had happened to her?
When the carriage comes to a stop, Astarion alights and runs out. He doesn’t know why heading inside the palace seems a good idea - she most certainly isn’t here - but it will serve as a base of operations where he can think and plan.
He arrives at the doors, breathless, and a servant approaches him.
“My lord, someone left this for you.”
The item on her upturned palm makes his heart almost stop.
A ring.Three garnet stones, with pairs of seed pearls in between each. Ban’s favorite ring. She hadn’t been wearing it yesterday when she came over.
So they had been to her room in the Elfsong. Had presumably taken her. The ring was a message.
He knows where to go.
Like a bat out of the hells, Astarion rushes inside the Crimson Palace, his mind whirring with a million ideas, his heart filled with rage.
His soul numbed with fear.
He has to save her.
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yeongwonie · 2 years
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CAT & DOG ♡ sim jaeyun
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SYNOPSIS a year after his notorious 10 months ending fairy, jake is confident that the occasional jokes and furry allegations have subsided. he's wrong, unfortunately, and no amount of teasing from his members could've prepared him for his ult—you—seeing the video.
PAIRING sim jake x f!reader
GENRE idol au, strangers to lovers, fluff, humor
WARNINGS cursing, a little secondhand embarrassment + specific warnings will be added to each chapter if necessary!
FEAT stayc, enhypen, txt taehyun
STATUS in progress! sporadic updates ^^;
note second smau and it's for jake!! i had the idea for this from a convo w/ @yyunari​ nd here we are ig..... i hope u enjoy ^^ timestamps are accurate but u don't have to pay attention to them! + pls send an ask if u want 2 be tagged! if you reply to a post i'll try to add u but i may not see it
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profiles. one / two one. my life is over two. #jake_IN #IForgiveHim three. womp womp womp four. my hands are trembling five. y/n interacted x2 six. good things happen to bad people :/ seven. we don't know her eight. i m*** h** nine. they need our help ten. bitchful eleven. like that one song twelve. who want me thirteen. you are not the love doctor fourteen. early onset tinnitus ↳ bonus. rain check? fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.
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taglist (open)! @.chiyuv @.igotkpoops @.jangwonie @.enhacolor @.enhyphoria @.yeppeudau @.kaeslily @.viagumi @.beans-and-jeanes @.fairybangtan @.starzvrse @.winteringdream @.theandrogynisticcat @.kazuhugs @.en-boyz @.youta @.soobins-gf @.wonamore @.ahnneyong @.wonhrs @.bluesoobinnie @.junnniiieee07 @.renaishun @.i4cho @.yoonssungs @.caty-catts @.onedreampalette @.lalalalawon @.precioussoulofmine @.notdrunkbutdazed @.heesflor @.msxflower @.simjakeissohot @.harperwasstaken1 @.carayat @.ikeuwons @.shyugahh @.rendezrei @.wonniesimp @.yanniediaries @.bubblytaetae @.theskzvibe @.sung5oon @.luviehyck @.soobsdior @.mintydayeon @.shinsou-rii @.i-yeseo @.ily-cuz-i @.exatse
taglist 2! @.cosmicwintr @.cwsana @.jakelux @.calumsfringe @.02zluvbot @.iloveoceaneyes @.ineedaherosavemeenow @.jinsoulirl @.yizaevis @.shigamiryuk @.butterflyy-ningg @.yunki4evr @.wonieleles @.renjunn1es @.yizhoutv @.oowon @.yunhowooyo @.thisisnotjacinta @.ohnle @.flwrsforriki @.artstaeh @.hyunniecrush @.bigtoewinwin @.liliansun @.kolvg @.revemixer @.bibinnieposts @.desiree62 @.yjwluvs
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yoongisleftearring · 1 year
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D O N ' T T E L L !
-> things are a bit too normal now, what would happen if you were to hypothetically be the cause of two of the school's most powerful beings' problems while also being hopelessly in love with one of them
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-> in which after witnessing something you shouldn't have, a particularly intimidating Oni forces you to keep his secret only to tangle you up in their mess
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pairing: Oni!Seungmin x Werewolf!reader x Siren!Hyunjin
featuring: stray kids, song yuqi + other random idols
genre: smau, supernatural au, crack, fluff, slight angst, violence, mature themes, cursing, poly au, mxm, fem!reader
status: finished!
warnings: cursing, violence, mxm, sexual themes, more to be added probably
a/n: here is the poly spinoff to my Lee Know smau Blood & Water !!! This will mostly be a lighthearted crack smau so enjoy the ride. Also, Y/n from b&w is featured in this and will be addressed with nicknames so hopefully it won't be too confusing.
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Italicised: written!
Taglist: closed!
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part one: furry gang
part two: daddy wolf
part three: history books & interruptions
part four: explosive diarrhea
part five: little wolf
part six: voyeur tendencies
part seven: you can keep the blowtorch
part eight: luv u bro
part nine: we're banging
part ten: worse life choices
part eleven: seasonal depression?
part twelve: for the record
part thirteen: nobody here has a moral compass
part fourteen: a demon ate your mom
part fifteen: thirsty bitch
part sixteen: physically and mentally
part seventeen: so predictable, Kim Seungmin
part eighteen: protective dad mode
part nineteen: this is it
part twenty: operation sexy dynamite Hwang
part twenty-one: how I knew
part twenty-two: the disappointment I feel is immeasurable
part twenty-three: zero rizz
part twenty-four: sinking depression pit of failure
part twenty-five: femme fatale
bonus: kim seungmin
part twenty-six: dumb stupid idiot
part twenty-seven: cats outta the bag
part twenty-eight: stfu yang jeongin
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gloriouskookie · 2 months
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Bocchi the rock Au
Weiss finally shows her talent at singing.
While the band does have original songs they started as a cover band. I like to listen to First to Eleven when I think of them singing.
More Bocchi the rock Au
Plus a small Bonus of the #richkids of Beacon Academy.
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humblequestvinyl · 6 months
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ANOTHER ON THE WAY SERIES
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“keep your head up kid, there’s another on the way!”
16 stories, reveling in heartbreak, a few sporting rivalries, and a broken down mustang.
my new series; another on the way, out now
track one; i’m not pretty
track two; lucky
track three; boston’s red
track four; kansas anymore
track five; girl in the mirror
track six; another on the way
track seven; traitor joe
track eight; why johnny
track nine; god plays a gibson
track ten; georgia girl
track eleven; sleep on my side
track twelve; mustang or me - after leaving the love of her life in cousin’s beach and breaking his heart, y/n wonders on her drive home who was going to breakdown first, her 1989 mustang or herself?
track thirteen; sad songs for sad people
BONUS!
track fourteen; fix you too - after the 73rd hunger games, y/n is not only left to pick up the pieces of herself, but her family as well after the death of her younger sister, and telling the boy she loved that she couldn’t fix him too.
track fifteen; nothin’ crazy
track sixteen; reason to stay
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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)
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Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)
Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 
Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz
Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.
Read on AO3 here!
Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:
Umbrella - Rihanna
Can I - Kehlani
Moodswings - Pop Smoke
Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN
OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J
Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox
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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.
Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 
When the fuck did he get this fine? You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper affect on you than you anticipated. Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 
They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 
“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.” And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Years). 
“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 
You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.” His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 
“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chainsmoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.” You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 
My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly. You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 
Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 
“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.” Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 
Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around. “The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 
You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 
Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”
Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 
Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 
And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.
Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun. After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 
He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?” Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 
Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!” Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 
And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?
Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both. Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now. Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 
You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle. “Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 
Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 
“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 
Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 
You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space. After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 
Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink. Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 
You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”
He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 
He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 
“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”
You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 
“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”
You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 
You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.
You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 
You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn’t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts. Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 
After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away. “Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 
You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.” She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow, before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 
Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable. “You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 
You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.” He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 
You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 
And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 
After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.
“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 
Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.” You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 
Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.” His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 
He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 
“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?” You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon compliment his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him. And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 
“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.” Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well-done. The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 
You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual. When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you. “Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts in the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 
Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.” Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 
Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.
She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 
Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”
You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.
She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 
Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 
“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.” You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 
You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention. “Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 
Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.” You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk to which you roll your eyes at. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 
“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.” You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 
You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 
After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke. He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 
You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils. “There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 
He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.” And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense. “You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 
His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “The feeling is mutual.” You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him. You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 
Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”
You believe the part about Rumi after being her roomie for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you? You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 
As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.
“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 
“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.
“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 
He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone. You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to ware off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it. Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 
You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut. Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 
You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 
Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.
He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.
“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 
He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.
“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.
“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 
Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man). He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.
You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 
Knock, knock. A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 
You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.” He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?” You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few braincells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 
“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread open pussy from another angle. “Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 
You’re in such shock that if it isn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming, like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction, as if this is some inside joke to them…is it? “Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 
“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 
Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”
He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 
Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.” Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 
You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street. Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”
He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 
Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.
“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away. “But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 
Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t. Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.
When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 
Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.
You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 
“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.” He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attach their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 
Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs. His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.” The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 
Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 
Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.” His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”
Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek. Smack! You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 
Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too. Smack! You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 
“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.” Smack! Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 
Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy who always betrays you as a slut. “Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 
And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle. At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 
Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 
Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.
“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.
“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 
“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”
Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 
When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 
And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.
Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 
“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”
Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 
They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.
Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.
Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 
You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr. You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 
Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you. You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands. Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 
Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 
“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.
You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 
“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.” And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 
You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different. Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 
Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 
“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 
Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 
And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good. No one else. This only becomes realer for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 
Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.” He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 
 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.” Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.” You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 
You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.
Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?” You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 
He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.
“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 
You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached. Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 
“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.” You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.” Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 
The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming. “God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 
Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?” His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle to makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival. “K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 
As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 
Ten. 
Nine.
“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 
Eight… 
Seven.
Six. 
Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 
Five. 
Four. 
Three. 
“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 
Two. 
One. 
Zero.
Happy New Year!
Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.
As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does. Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies. You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 
But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high. “Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.
Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 
When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say. Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 
You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.” Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush. “Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 
“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.
You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 
Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.
For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both him and Dabi’s mingling scents. “This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”
Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 
Knock, knock, knock! You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 
“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 
You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cotton tail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 
He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 
THE END. 
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byler related s5 predictions / bingo / situations so that i can come back and say i told you so when they happen
- gets scared and grabs hand trope
- hiding in a small space together trope
- mike kisses will first (little peck ) and then backpedals because he thinks he misread the situation but will cuts him off by kissing back
- adding onto that , bonus points for jancy s2e6 parallel
- 'what are you staring at ' 'nothing / you '
- 'about all that stuff i said before ... it wasnt about el . ' works both ways but i think mike will say it
- mike confides in el and she says 'i understand . i love you but ... also not like that ' and theyre on the same page about platonic love .
- dustin is oblivious (he has canonically awful gaydar )
- jonathan walks in on mike and will kissing
- joyce gives mike a hug
- mike confides in nancy like 'if you were with steve , how did you know you liked jonathan ' and nancy Gets it but doesnt say she does , she just explains and mike cries and she hugs him
- mike and will fight about the lying and it looks like its about to get physical (like theyre really fired up ) and mike grabs wills shoulders and pulls him into a hug and wills just like 👁_👁
- maybe actually mike confides in max because he wants to tell Someone and shes like ... in a coma (so she cant have a negative reaction )
- BONUS POINTS IF ITS EL THAT CONFRONTS WILL ABOUT LYING ABOUT THE PAINTING
'mike mentioned a painting that you did ... from me . what was it of ? '
and shes not angry or upset , just confused . and will breaks down and eleven is understanding and loving and Holds him and jonathan parallel she says 'you are my brother , and i love you ' and holds him .
- 'of all people - mike ??? '
- s5 starts on the hill and theres a shot of will and mikes hands laced together (you see one of them grab hand ) and then it turns into a vecna thing and it cuts back to the upside down couch and one of them is holding the other calling their name (interchangible , could be mike or will who got tranced ) (makes sense to be will since he Felt it )
- tender forehead kiss in the heat of battle / start of battle
- 'the crawl 'is going to be a mundane slice of life / 'what the fuck do we do ' and will and mike are going to have another interrupted tender moment of talking behind closed doors
- bonus points if theyre flirting
- since a large percent of the GA is still fuckin clueless theyre going to amp up the flirting and prolonged eye contact / staring
- mike has a nightmare about Gay Thoughts
- bonus points for 'you guys dont have a house , stay with us ' followed by sharing a bed trope OR wills on a mattress on mikes floor and 'hey , are you awake ? i cant sleep ' and they chat at midnight
mike has a double / big bed . theyd fit 🙄
- [tender , emotional music ] and theyre holding eye contact
- firm believer of will saying 'you just dont get it ' in reference to being in love with the response 'get what ? ' from mike
- bonus points if will starts to walk away , mike says 'you can keep running away , god you drive me crazy '
- will makes a comment about the buff men posters in mikes room and he gets flustered and starts trying to explain himself and will says 'mike its okay , i get it ' and they both are a little pink and they stand in silence until mike clears his throat and is like 'uh anyways '
- mike plays guitar (theres one in his bedroom , will asks about it ) and will is like 😳🥺 the entire time
- bonus points if mike plays a love song
- they go to the upside down together / do patrols of some kind together
- walking close together and fingers brushing trope
- robin and will talk
- bonus points if robin talks to mike first and just Assumes hes into will . theyre working at the shelter and mike is all defensive and like 'what no ' and robins like 'mike . see the girl over there with short red hair ? shes my girlfriend ' and vickie like waves and mikes like 'oh . how uh .. how did you know she liked you back ? ' and shes like 'i didnt , i just hoped ' and thats the light switch moment for mike
if ANY of these happen ill lose my shit
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