#his childish af expressions

[tawus]

HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT

#THIS #THIS is why i waited #seeing these little mannerisms #his childish af expressions #his sense of humour #omg im sold #and oddly enough in this ep i am so okay with his voice? #like it settled in my mind from last time #and now it works #the VA also added some range #bless him #it's Toji's era for me yall #jjk #jjk s2 #jjk season 2 #toji #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #jjk toji

[dreamescapeswriting]

A Gamers Apology ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 0.9K (I’m so sorry its so short T-T)

GENRE: Angst? Fluffy, reader and Hannie in their own bubble, non idol au, han being cute af, established relationships

PAIRING: Jisung x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You sat cross-armed on the couch, your eyes fixed on the television screen where your boyfriend, Han, was engaged in a fierce battle on COD. Your character lay motionless on the virtual battlefield, a victim of Han's relentless skill and precision. You clenched your jaw, your frustration growing with each passing second. How could he do this again? Every time you played the game he would only think of his own missions and take over yours, killing all of the enemies you'd done all the damage to and taking the points for himself.

"Seriously, Hannie? Again?" You finally blurted out, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the room. Han turned to face you with a puzzled expression, the game playing in the background as both your characters died and it went to a game screen. 

"What's wrong, babe? Did I do something?" Your glare intensified. 

"Did you do something? You stole all my kills! I was this close to completing the mission, and you swoop in and take them all. It's not fair!" Han's eyes widened in realization and a slight blush began to settle on his cheeks, he hadn't realised until it was too late. 

"Oh, is that what this is about? Come on, Yn, it's just a game. I didn't mean to—"

"Just a game? You don't understand," You interrupted, your frustration bubbling over. It wasn't that he'd done it just this once, it was all the times you played together he would do this shit and it was starting to get under your skin.

"You always do this. You always prioritize your own score over everything else, even if it means ruining my experience." You realised you probably sounded childish talking about it but you didn't care.

"Like Pokemon last week, you kept stealing every fight and every Pokemon I wanted and didn't care that I ended up with nothing," You mumbled under your breath, getting up from the chair and heading to the kitchen, needing some space. Han sighed, following after you and reaching out to gently place a hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I got carried away in the heat of the moment." You shrugged off his touch, your expression still icy as you slowly turned around to face him.

"That's the problem, Hannie. It's always 'heat of the moment' with you. You never consider how your actions affect others, especially me."

Han hung his head, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. He hadn't realized how much his behaviour was affecting you until now.

"It's just a game." He grumbled at you, you scoffed a little and turned around to face the window ignoring him. Clearly, he didn't care but you did. 

Your frustration boiled beneath the surface as you began to give Han the silent treatment. Despite his attempts to apologize and make amends, you couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of resentment.

Han watched you from across the room, his heart sinking with each passing moment of your icy silence. He had hoped that your argument would blow over, but your continued distance only made him feel more helpless. As the tension in the room became unbearable, he stood up slowly, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the suffocating silence, but the words caught in his throat. You stared at him waiting for him to say anything but he just sighed and made his way to the door, pausing for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back to you.

Without a word, he walked out of the door.

Later in the day, Han returned to the apartment, a sense of determination guiding his steps, he'd been thinking of a way to make it up to you all afternoon and he knew how he was going to do it. You'd been begging to go to the Pokemon store for almost a month now to get the new Vulpix plushie they bought out but you'd never had enough time so he bought the biggest one they had. In his hand, he carried a plushie alongside it a bouquet of flowers, a small token of his affection.

You were sat on the couch, your gaze fixed on the television screen but your mind still lingering on the earlier argument, you began to feel guilty, after all, he was right it was just a game but everytime you tried to call him you'd chicken out of it. You were flicking through the channels when you heard the door open, you glanced up, your expression guarded.

"Hey," He smiled at you, walking in your direction and grinning,

"I bought these for you," Your eyes softened as you took in the gifts he was holding, your guilt only weighing you down more.

"W-What for?" Han took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

` "I understand why you were annoyed earlier," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I was selfish and thoughtless, and I hurt you. I'm really sorry." You whimpered a little, tears springing to your eyes as you shook your head.

"I overreacted a little. B...But I appreciate the apology." You sniffed as he sat down beside you, your hands clutching onto the plushie as Han smirked at you.

"I did good?" He arched a brow at you and you smiled,

"Baby, you did more than good. I love this," You whispered before kissing him softly.

"I love you, I'm sorry I overreacted Hannie," You breathed out, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he brought you closer to his chest.

"It's in the past." He promised you, both of you relaxing completely on the sofa together.

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[ncritoshi]

noritoshi as your s/o ! _(:3」z)_

note : I POSTED THIS WHEN I WAS HALF ASLEEP SO EXCUSE FOR ALL THE TYPOS OR MISSING WORDS 😭

- Treats you so gently almost like he babies you but not being obvious about it.

- When he passes/hands things to you, he didn’t put them on a surface like a table and leave it there for you to reach, but instead, he waits until you took it by hand or he put it on your palm himself.

- Mumbles ‘sorry’ every time he accidentally bump you even though it was only a little push on the elbow. Sometimes he doesn’t even aware of how much he says it which’s pretty funny.

- When he wants something, he didn’t say it out loud but stares at it.

- He’s an observer of you. After some time, he would pick up your habits or remember your skin care steps or songs you frequently hums.

- Likes to hold eye contacts when speaking to you almost making you a bit shy since he does it so cluelessly.

- Possessive af. But don’t want to admit it. You could be talking to other people, and he would stand behind you while glaring at the person, keeping a hand on your waist.

- He’s actually strict and straightforward. He would keep you in line or corrects you on your behaviour and you’ll get scolding from him.

- Covers the sharp edges of anything (like stair railing or counter) with his palm if you bend down/crouch to get something.

- Clingy😭. When you’re around, he would silently follows you around but not making it obvious. Like, you left him for a bit to go to the bathroom or kitchen, he would asks “where are you going?”. If you’re away from him longer than he like, he would goes over to you and watches what you do. He keeps you in his sight, no matter what he does.

- Wakes up earlier than you most of times and spent half an hour, laying on the bed, snuggling to you while staring at your sleeping face.

- Checks everything before you leave. Sometimes it drives you nuts at how many he rechecks things. Would say “we’re not gonna return once we get going,”

- Wrap a leg and arms over you when sleeping to avoid you from falling and his grip is quite firm. He sleeps like a statue so he doesn’t take much space in bed.

- He would be the one finish your food. He actually eats a lot.

- Dating him would meant that you’re one of the sassy men apocalypse victims. Like when you said something dumb out loud or out of pocket, he would give you a disgusted/weirded out side eye 😭. He just can’t control his expressions.

- ^ When he’s mad/jealous, he would stay silent and becomes quite childish. He would turn around and don’t want to face you and actually wants you to apologise.

#jjk #jjk headcanons #kamo noritoshi #jjk noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi #noritoshi x y/n #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi x you

[mytaiyakeylover]

forget school, this s’comfier.

synopsis: you need to get ready for school, but seishiro has other plans for both of you today. well, just like every other day actually.

pairing: seishiro nagi x gn!reader

a/n: believe it or not, but this is my dream scenario🤭 oh, and please excuse the silly dialogue; i know it's dumb😩 also, sorry for deleting the original one. it’s just that tumblr had for some reason decided to label it as mature, so i had to repost it🥺

warnings: none, except for nagi using the word “prostitute” once. i’s not what you think, i swear!😭 there’s nothing suggestive behind it! sei is just oblivious af, srsly.

word count: 1.1k

ps: i want to emphasize that i have immense respect for individuals who persevere through challenging circumstances, regardless of their backgrounds. i don't intend to discriminate or disrespect anyone. this idea just crossed my mind, and i couldn't help but indulge in it. i admire people who continue to push forward despite the difficulties they face, and i will never disrespect them for simply doing whatever they can to overcome their challenges.

You huffed frustratedly as you tried to squeeze yourself out of the strong grip. Seishiro’s large body was draped over you like a thick, warm, but also very heavy blanket. Usually you would enjoy it, but the aggressive rays of sunshine were just by luck landing on your body, which made the added warmth emitting from your boyfriend only bothersome.

(E/c) colored eyes squinted harshly due to the annoying brightness that was streaming through the window. A grunt escaping your lips as you tried to push the sleeping giant off of you.

“Sei, wake up!” You whined, palms pushing against his chest firmly, but also with a hint of gentleness. The boy, however, only tightened his grip in response as he snuggled closer to you.

“Five more minutes,” he replied, voice muffled and puffs of air coming from his mouth sending ticklish sensations over your neck, causing you to giggle. Alas, no matter how much you wanted to, you simply couldn’t indulge the boy. Your teacher had said that you would be having an exam today and you had been cramming like crazy over the weekend for it.

“You literally said that half an hour ago,” you said, a childish pout etching itself on your lips. His answer didn't surprise you whatsoever; it had practically become a daily routine for both of you.

Every morning, you would try to coax Seishiro into freeing you from his confinement, and without fail, you received the same responses. They always varied between “Five more minutes” and “But you're so comfy, (Y/n).” On some days, when he felt particularly needy, he would say, “Can't you just ask Reo to bribe the teacher for you?”

He would always say that as if he didn't attend the same school or share classes with you. However, the most frustrating aspect was that you consistently stayed in bed, leading to scoldings from the teacher whenever you arrived. Well, Seishiro, for the most part. They weren't as strict with you because, unlike the lazy titan, you always studied hard and achieved good grades.

“Come on, Sei,” you huffed, giving him an exasperated look. “You know how much I’ve been studying for this algebra test.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” he muttered groggily, face nuzzling further into the crook of your exposed neck. “Excuse you, one of us has to go to school to get a degree and then a job. Or did you forget that you need to work to earn a living?”

“Work is such a hassle,” was the only response that you received and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. That was just such a Seishiro thing to say.

“I could be your personal prostitute though,” you blinked at that, the boy’s words not fully registering in your brain. Seishiro, on the other hand, was staring at you with his usual nonchalant expression, urging you to believe for a second that it might have been just your imagination. But the clock keeps ticking, and Seishiro is tilting his head as if he’s awaiting a response.

Suddenly, you feel the way your face begins to heat up. A part of you is pretty damn sure that you must be looking like a human-sized tomato by now. You try to speak, but nothing’s coming out, and for the first time since you woke up, you find yourself completely speechless.

“H-Huh?”

“Y’know, ‘cause you’ll be working for us both, which means you’ll basically be paying for me loving you,” he mumbled sleepily, his face now resting on your chest, much to your embarrassment. Your mouth keeps opening and closing, but no words come out, making you look like a fish. Seishiro remains completely oblivious, however, as you start squirming in his strong embrace.

“H-How c-can you sah-say that so ca-casually?” Seishiro arched an eyebrow at you, grayish eyes peering up at you quizzically.

Heart squeezing harshly at the way he was looking at you, beating so loudly you could practically hear it echoing inside your eardrums. You just couldn’t take it, he looked so innocent it almost made you burst. How he could say something like that without even batting an eyelash was beyond you.

Seishiro blinked at you, chin resting on your chest as he gazed up at you lazily. “Aren’t prostitutes paid to love someone because they don’t have a job?”

“Sei,” you trailed off, eyeing him hesitantly as he watched you with nothing but sincere perplexity. There was a moment of silence where neither of you did anything but stare at each other. Then your hand cupped his cheek, thumb caressing it tenderly as you looked at him with a sweet yet awkward expression. Seishiro didn't mind, however, simply leaning into your touch.

“You think prostitutes are actually romantic partners that refuse to have a job?” He tilted his head, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing second, as the softness of your voice worked like a lullaby for the white-haired boy. The blush on your cheeks had long gone fainter, as did the erratic beating of your vulnerable heart. Seishiro hummed at your inquiry, head bobbing sleepily as he was trying to nod in confirmation.

Hands brushing through his snow white locks, your (e/c) colored eyes looked at him with a fond expression. The fact that he managed to doze off so quickly was something you found utterly adorable and you couldn’t help but snicker with amusement at what a big baby he was. But then you paused, which urged the boy that was lying on top of you to furrow his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Lips pressing into a thin line, you spoke, “Sei, we still need to get ready for school.” The boy, however, ignored you in favor of his long awaited cuddles — as if he hadn’t been cuddling you the whole evening prior.

“Sei!” you whispered-yelled, right eye twitching in annoyance and embarrassment as the boy nuzzled himself further into your body. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips, and his face displayed nothing but pure bliss, as if he were in heaven. Another blush appeared on your face, and you felt as though you might faint. God, what were you supposed to do with this gigantic puppy dog?

“Don’t fall asleep damn it! We’re going to be late!”

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[dks-smut]

Somebody… Part 2

Here’s Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Still Explicit af (now with more smut!)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, hair pulling, edging, alcohol, degradation, exhibitionism.

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Feeling a bit self conscious you go and grab a large sweater and pull it over your head. “Aww, why did you do that? I love looking at your beautiful body,” he asks with an air of childish disappointment. His reaction to you covering up makes you chuckle. Now you’re staring at his body from across the room. He smiles, takes a deep drag from his cigarette and plops back onto your bed, exhaling smoke.

You walk back to your bed and sit next to him, still staring at his dick. Your thighs rub together, the wetness squishes against your labia, you continue to smoke your cigarette. You toss a throw blanket across his midsection to keep you from feeling so aroused, not that it was a bad thing. You’re trying to calm down, only the cigarette helping. He jolts at the weight suddenly over him and laughs deeply, his chest stretching.

“You are too much,” you say to him, tapping your cigarette out in the ashtray. He lifts his head to look toward you and says, “I could say the same about you. How about that joint?” You nod and grab it and light it up. You take a deep puff and exhale, coughing a bit, smoke swirling around you in the dim light of your bedroom.

He sits up, and takes it from you doing the same. The strong smell of sex and weed fill the air. You pass the joint back and forth when you say, “I really like you. This is insane, the events of tonight.” He grabs your neck and places a deep kiss on your lips. Feeling woozy and high already, you bite his bottom lip and place your tongue in his mouth. He moves closer and starts to place his hand under your sweater stopping at your hip. He whispers close to you, “The feeling is mutual. I never came so fast with someone. You’re incredible.”

You’re both feeling tingly and high from the weed. You smile and look down, his compliments are making you sweat. You sit back against your pillows and stare longingly into his eyes and ask, “Tell me what kind of person you are. You still seem so mysterious to me.” You take another toke and pass it off to him. As he reaches for it he answers, “Well, I’m just like everyone else. I’m human, I make mistakes, I like to cook, eat delicious food. I take my dogs for walks. I love watching foreign films and learning about different cultures. I have a little vegetable and herb garden on my balcony. Pretty boring and normal.”

You’re swooning at the length and substance of his reply. Partially due to his deep expressive voice and him maintaining eye contact throughout. “It’s fucking sexy how domestic you are. You gave off heartless CEO vibes at the bar. Your suit, you looking at your watch, your dark expression,” you say and laugh a bit, feeling kind of silly thanks to the ganja. He blushes a bit then starts to laugh deeply with you.

“I swear I’m not heartless. I’m just very reserved but once I get to know someone, I’ll open up. I’ve been told I have the male equivalent to resting bitch face. I can’t help it, it’s just my face,” he blurts out, feeling more and more comfortable with you. You smile at him and say, “Well you have a very handsome face and gorgeous lips. Like, I want to jump you every time I look at you. You have this sexual energy I can’t explain. Or maybe I’m just a horny person.”

His hand slides up higher under your sweater and starts to pinch and pull your nipple. You shiver and jolt and moan out, “Fuuuuck. I’m still wet. You turn me on so much.” He grabs you to bring you closer and places hungry kisses to your lips. You place your palm over the blanket that you threw over him earlier. He’s still hard and grinds up into your hand sighing. You place the joint in his mouth since he’s preoccupied by your body. He takes a long drag and you do the same until the joint is hard to hold and burns your fingertips. You tap out the rest in the ashtray.

He then leans into your body using all of his weight. Meanwhile, the blanket falls from him and onto the bed. You immediately grab ahold of his veiny dick, stroking it, as you two are still moaning into each other’s mouths. He pulls away to catch his breath, “You are insatiable. Are you always like this?” You look down, hypnotized by his hard cock, “Yes, I make myself come everyday. More on the weekends. Besides, you’re the one who called me a slut.”

As he’s hovering over you he gets your attention, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and says, “Well, you’re the one who agreed. I think you liked my hand around your throat a little too much.”

You mumble, “Let’s find out what else I like. And I want to know what you like. Tell me please. I want to pleasure you the way you want. Any deep dark fantasies, I will fulfill.”

“Shit, you are so eager, I’m going to come so fast again. Your hand on my dick isn’t helping,” he manages to eke out. You’re stroking more vigorously as he’s staring into your soul, still hovering. You push your palm to his chest and push him back down flat onto the mattress. This shocks him and he moans your name, “I fucking can’t take it. The weed is making me so sensitive.”

“You’ll be fine. Let me show you,” you reply breathlessly as you straddle his legs and begin to lick up his shaft. He trembles and keens, his hips slightly lifting from the bed. You swirl your tongue around the tip making sure to leave lots of saliva behind. You fondle his cock while still licking, but never placing your mouth over it. You notice a few tears running down his cheeks, “Baby, it’s okay. Let me know if it’s too much.”

“It’ll never be too much. Too much is good, especially with you,” he struggles. He trembles when you place your lips around his tip, making a slight slurping sound. He grinds somewhat into your mouth, but not enough to thrust more of his dick into your mouth. He’s waiting for you, letting you know he wants it.

You stretch your free hand over his chest and you hold his dick in the other. You finally plunge your mouth down and he emits the sexiest noise you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. Your fingernails scrape him on the way down to his left hip, holding it with great strength. You rub your thumb along his hip bone as you're now deep throating him. The saliva, your lips and tongue are making the dirtiest noises which causes him to squint his eyes shut, and furrow his brow.

“God, I want to come in your mouth so badly. I also want to come on your body and inside of you,” his voice strained. You release him from your mouth to only say, “Please do. I want it. I fantasized about how you’d taste last night.” He reaches for your head to push you back down onto him. This causes you to moan which vibrates from your throat making him yelp. Your reaction to him controlling you furthers his need. He forces your head down as you come back up each time, now grasping onto your hair.

You move your hand from his hip down between your legs, because holy shit, this is fucking hot. You can feel your wetness and his come on your fingers as you begin to rub your clit under your sweater. His eyes open when your hand moves and sees how nasty you’re being. Your pace quickens on his dick and his tip begins to hit the back of your throat. Your gag reflex causes more spit to emit from your mouth onto him. Over the sounds of sucking cock you can hear him grunt out, “You’re such a dirty slut.”

You moan and your hand works his dick with more power. You can feel him throbbing and getting bigger, knowing he’s very close to coming. Your fingers rapidly circle around your engorged clit. He finally yells out, “I’m gonna come! Fuck, baby!” He releases everything he has and spurts of come drip down your throat. Your mouth continues to prolong his orgasm, he’s uncontrollably shaking and moans your name until he gets quieter and quieter. His dick becomes sensitive and you release him from your mouth. You sit up and swallow his come and wipe your saliva off your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater.

He’s gasping and trying to catch his breath, eyes are closed tight. He comes to and looks at you wide and glassy-eyed, they then roll back into his head. His chest is heaving still coming down from his high. His gaze meets yours as you’re still cleaning your face of spit. He reaches out for you and you fall into him, his arm around you, hugging you.

The last shivers and shakes subside and he kisses the top of your head that’s resting on his chest. You look up at him and smile, your eyes glinting. He looks down at you and says, “You’re quite the woman. There’s no way men aren’t breaking your door down to have you.” You cease eye contact in embarrassment and reply, “I don’t want any other men. Shit, you taste so fucking good. Your cock is delicious.”

“Please tell me you can rebound quickly, because I want your cock again. I really don’t understand what is happening to me. This amount of arousal is obscene,” you ask and sit up. “I can fuck you as many times as you want,” he says, while still laying flat on his back. “Would you like some water? I know I need some,” you ask as you stand from bed and walk to the bathroom. “Yes, please hurry. I want to feel you next to me,” he begs.

You return with a glass of water and drink half as you walk toward him with it. He sits up and guzzles the remainder. Once you sit next to him, he immediately forces his hand under your sweater and begins to massage your labia. You’re dripping, it’s covering your thighs.

“Shit, how are you still so wet?” he asks. You moan, “You. You make me this wet.” His fingers separate your labia and he begins to slide them up and down. You grab his nape and devour his plump lips. He delicately slides his fingers and rests on your quivering clit. He presses you onto your pillows with your legs open wide. He works your clit with more power and you moan aloud. He bites your bottom lip at your reaction. He moves away from you and he places his messy fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them dry.

Your eyes roll and you shiver at his action. “You taste so fucking delicious. I really don’t know what is happening to me,” he says after cleaning your juices off. “Come here, now. Please touch me more,” you say with your dreamy bedroom eyes.

He lifts your sweater back off of you, finally able to suck and fondle your breasts again. While doing so, you lean back against the pillows and his hand goes back down to your vulva. He delicately teases you while you’re exhaling loudly. He becomes entranced by your pussy, never taking his eyes off it while he fondles you.

“Where did you learn to do this?” you ask as you notice he hasn’t looked away from your core. “I guess it’s something I’m naturally gifted at. I like to make you feel good and get off on knowing I’m making you come,” he shrugs as he leans in for a kiss.

You peek down in between moans and see his dick has gotten hard again. This puts your need into overdrive. You grind side to side on his fingers which makes him penetrate you. He eagerly fucks into you with two fingers, amazed at your reaction. You really want his cock inside you now since his fingers aren’t cutting it. It feels good and makes you feel sexy, but you want to feel stretched by his thick cock.

You’re running out of patience and place your hands on his chest, forcefully pushing him flat on the bed. He grunts out a loud ‘fuck’ and watches as you straddle him. You begin to slide your pussy back and forth on his dick with your head tilted back. He grabs at your breasts pulling your nipples.

Enough is enough and you raise your hips to grab his cock to place it at your entrance. You slowly fuck yourself onto his tip moaning, “You feel so good.” He looks deeply into your eyes as he whispers, “This is exactly what I dreamt about last night. But this is so much better. I can feel you, touch you. Fuck yourself on my dick like a good little slut.”

Your eyes roll back and you begin to shift your hips up and down, his thickness is almost too much. Your eyes glaze over when he slides his hand up to your throat again. He puts pressure on your pulse and whines when you start grinding faster. He looks down at where you meet and sees a white ring on his dick. Your pussy is dripping down onto him and you place one hand on your nipple and the other on your clit.

Your pussy begins to clench tighter and tighter around his dick. He puts his hands on your hips and starts humping to meet your thrusts, not going fast enough for him. It feels like your body is on another plane as you notice your orgasm is near.

His grip on your hip bones gets rough as does his thrusts. You go higher on your knees as your back arches and start fucking just his tip. Again, you like teasing and edging not only yourself but him. The look on his face is heavenly, half shocked at your movements and half amazed by the feeling of your tight cunt.

When you sink farther down his shaft and begin to really go for it, knowing you’re not going to last much longer. You’re now moaning his name over and over and yell, “I’m gonna come. Please come with me, Kyungsoo!”

You’re still grinding into him as your stomach flutters and the heat within builds. You’re reaching the apex and begin to sob when you snap, writhing and moaning. He feels your pussy clench so tight and this brings him over the edge. He holds your hips down and thrusts as deeply as possible. You’re both staring into each other's eyes again, coming together. The pulsing of both your pussy and his dick is otherworldly. You feel each blast of his come deep within you. He looks down to see it dripping down onto his cock and says, “I’m still coming.”

You’re still fucking yourself on his cock, wanting every ounce of his come. The throbbing of your pussy is never ending, and he starts to shiver from oversensitivity. You can’t fathom stopping and the sloppy sounds from your pussy are making it more difficult. The noise of him panting is so sexy and you finally come down from your high.

“Shit. That orgasm lasted longer than the first. At this rate, we’ll be coming for 10 minutes by next week,” you smirk down at him. He chuckles in reply, “I really think that is the most I’ve ever come before.” You want to see and rise slowly off his dick. The amount of come that drips from you is astounding, some landing on his toned stomach. You reach down and cup your fingers in an attempt to catch it. Once you do, you shove your fingers in your mouth licking and sucking as one would a popsicle.

He is speechless watching you suck his come from your fingers. When they’re clean, you lean down and start kissing him. Your hot tongues meet, and moans emit, replacing the silence in your bedroom. You lay beside him and stare into his eyes. He looks down at you smiling so wide.

“How about a shower?” you ask, “There’s still come dripping from me.” He nods and quickly sits up grabbing your hand to pull you off the bed. The bathroom light is blinding in relation to the low light from your bedroom. You are greeted by his amazing features as if you’re just now seeing him in high definition. His tan skin, his messy hair, sweat beading on his chest. And my god, those amazing and powerful lips.

He pushes his hand through his hair to get it away from his eyes. As you start the shower to let it warm up, you take a brush to your hair. It’s a matted mess from sweat and spit. You see that he feels comfortable enough to start peeing before hopping in the shower. You step in and close the curtain, letting him finish in privacy.

Within seconds, he pulls the curtain back to see you running your fingers through your hair, steam escaping. He steps in and grabs your lower back to let you know he’s there since your eyes are shut tight due to the water streaming in your face.

“Hey baby,” you say when you feel his touch. You move out from under the water to let him rinse off. His hair is slicked back which makes your insides tumble. You start shampooing your hair and he turns sideways to let you wash it off.

You grab your loofah and begin lathering it and place suds all over your body. As they drip and slide into your curves, Kyungsoo gives you a wanton look. He starts by touching your butt and squeezing then fondling your breasts. You yelp, “Hey you! That tickles!” Your reaction does not slow or stop his need. Now the steam is rising and inhibitions are falling.

Both of you are like magnets, opposites attracting. You take your loofah and start to rub it over his chest, the smell of honeysuckle filling the air. He grabs your waist as you continue to clean his body. He lightly glides his palm up your back, the sensation causing shivers.

In an instant, he turns you around and presses your chest to the shower wall, dropping your loofah in the process. He then pulls your hair down causing your head to tilt upwards. With this, your back arches making your ass stick out. You’re gasping for air since his palm is pressing your back hard against the tiles.

Without any warning he shoves his dick, hands free, between your ass. “Don’t say a word. You’re going to be my dirty whore,” he growls in your ear. You nod as best you can with his hand pulling your hair downwards.

Your palms are against the cold tiles, which causes your nipples to become hard and erect. In the next moment you feel his hard cock penetrate you. He grunts and then grabs your throat, your back arching even more, you feel like you're going to snap in half. His thickness still shocks you and at this angle, he’s reaching places he hasn’t before.

Over the noise of the shower and water hitting the tub, you yelp, “Yes! I love being your dirty whore! I’ve never felt this dirty taking a shower. Fucking use me!”

He fucks his dick faster into you, never hesitating, just full on railing you with no regard to your comfort or pain. “Do you like when I take what I want without asking?” he asks as his breath shortens between each thrust. “Yes, please. Fuck me harder!” you whine. Your ass bounces back to meet his thrusts loving the way he’s controlling you.

He delicately places kisses on your neck and behind your ear. It’s so gentle that it makes your insides boil. The juxtaposition of his soft kisses and his throbbing dick fucking into makes your vision go white. His plush lips and hot tongue on you is heavenly. You want to touch him but he has you trapped, only there for his use. He’s still fucking into you at breakneck speed, never faltering, never slowing. “I cannot stop. My dick hurts, but I can’t stop. Your pussy just feels too good,” he mumbles close to you. “You’re gonna make me come again! Faster!” you squeal against the wall.

The water sloshes between your bodies as you’re fucking each other over and over. He begins to push his dick into you and stops feeling you clench. He knows you’re going to come all over him, but he just wants to keep grinding into you. He lets go of your neck and hair and holds your hips not too tightly. He’s caressing you now as he speeds up his thrusts. He yowls as he’s getting closer to coming, “I’m going to come. I want to come on your tits and face. But please come all over my dick first. I want to feel you squeeze around me!”

You’re so far gone at this point. The steam, the water hitting your face, the cool tiles on your tits. He reaches in front of you and begins to graze over your pulsating clit. He deftly circles it and places more and more pressure. Your pussy begins to convulse and you come with a whimper, “I’m coming again! Please shove your dick in farther!” He heeds your advice and slams into you until his pelvis hits your ass. He has to hold you up due to your legs giving out from under you. You’re leaning farther and farther down and he wraps an arm around your stomach to keep you from slipping.

When you come down and open your eyes. He insists, “Fucking turn around! I’m gonna come!” You hurriedly squat down and hold onto his thighs. He starts to jerk himself and within a few strokes, he’s releasing come all over you. Mostly on your mouth and chin, and then over your chest. It drips down on your tits and then your stomach. He’s moaning and still stroking at his cock, making sure to give you everything he has. In the meantime, you dip your fingers into the come on your chest and swirl it around. He gazes down at you when you place your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them. “I love seeing you covered in my come. Fuck. This is the hottest shower I’ve ever taken,” he moans, still breathing heavily from his release.

You both rinse yourselves off and finally step out and towel off. Your body and pussy is sore from the sex marathon. “How long do you think we’ve been fucking?” he asks you while wrapping the towel around his hips. As you're drying your hair with your towel you answer, “I’m not sure. You came over a bit before nine o’clock. And what time is it now?” You step out from your bedroom and take a glance at your bedside clock, “Holy shit! It’s almost two in the morning!”

He comes out from the bathroom and starts to smile wide. “So, like four hours of raw dogging,” he jokes. “It didn’t feel like it had been that long. Luckily tomorrow is Friday,” he continues. He realizes he has nothing to wear to bed. “Did you want me to stay the night?” he asks with an honest tone. “Pretty please? You can always stay. I want to feel you next me as I sleep,” you reply, giving him puppy eyes.

He walks up to you, places his hand softly on your cheek and gives you the softest, sweetest, most chaste kiss yet. “Do you have anything I can wear? Or should I just sleep naked?” He asks as his pupils dilate. “We can sleep naked. It’s really okay, that is if you don’t mind,” you answer back with a cute smile.

You both hop into bed under the covers, getting comfortable. You of course are the little spoon as he holds you close. You turn your head behind you and ask for a kiss. His deep eyes agree and he gives you a precious kiss. “Thank you. Now I’ll be able to sleep better,” you say after turning back around. He nods in agreement. “Good night, baby. I’ll be dreaming about you,” he whispers. And you’re both out like a light.

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Your alarm startles you awake. You grumble and shove your head back under the blanket. You don’t have to be at work until nine o’clock, but set your alarm for seven. This gives you plenty of time to get ready, eat breakfast, and make coffee with some time to spare. Just as your eyes begin to close, you pop your head out from the blanket, eyes wide. You remember spending a wonderful night with Kyungsoo. You start grinning as you remember more and more. Getting drunk, getting high, fucking over and over again. You’re sure you remember falling asleep next to him.

You roll over and see the space empty. Your heart sinks, and your mind is awash with everything you confided. He promised he wouldn’t leave after getting his dick wet. Your mind is reeling as now you’re two for two. Feeling used all for a night of passion and then he’s gone, just like you knew he’d be. You begin to quietly sob into your pillow, not sure how you’re going to face the day. I fucking knew this would happen, why did I place my heart in his hands?, you think as you’re beginning to cry harder.

You muster all the strength you can to get out of bed. Your legs and muscles hurt due to last night, which only makes things worse. Visions of drinking, kissing, and laughing fill your head. His lips on yours and your pussy, your neck, your breasts make you heave over the bathroom sink. You take a deep breath trying so hard to get it together to greet the workday. It’s Friday and at least, your workload screeches to a halt by then. You hope you can sulk at your desk and be miserable in peace. Your coworkers don’t notice or ask any questions. It’s just eight hours, you can do it. Then you can mope in the comfort of your empty apartment.

You start to wash your face, then brush your teeth, and finally dress yourself albeit mindlessly. Your thoughts keep going back to Kyungsoo through your routine. You’re not hungry. How could anyone eat with a broken heart? As you grab your purse and phone from the kitchen counter, you notice the silence, it is deafening. You expected to wake up to his hugs and his beautiful voice. Goddamnit.

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You trudge to work, taking the bus, getting there just in time. A heavy sigh escapes as you sit in your office chair behind your desk. You coworkers glance at you, feeling your depressive mood and decide not to pry or greet you.

In between typing and making copies, you pick up your phone wondering if you should text Kyungsoo. You wonder if you should really lay into him or just send a simple ‘Good morning’ text. You can’t decide and abandon the idea altogether. It’s almost lunch time at this point and you’ve yet to hear from him.

Just as you were about to run into the bathroom to have a good cry, your phone vibrates, a text from him. It reads: “I am so sorry I left. I was called into work, some ridiculous emergency with the boss. I’ve only just now had a free moment and wanted to let you know that I miss you.”

You scoff at first, thinking if any of what he typed was true. You don’t even know what he does for work, so you’re not sure if it is a lie or not. You don’t really care what people do for work which is why it never came up last night, but now you regret not asking.

Carefully thinking of how to respond to his text you decide, “It’s fine. I’m at work right now.” A bit short and pointed. You really want to see if he actually cares or is telling the truth.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I’m sorry, really, very sorry,” he texts back and sends another immediately, “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so beautiful.” Your lips purse as you respond back, “You know what I told you last night? Well, I woke up to a nightmare. I really thought you were gone forever. I’m so scared right now. Are you telling me the truth?”

“Why would I even text you now if I wanted nothing more to do with you? I apologize. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop until I was able to send a text.”

“I don’t know what to believe. I sobbed all morning thinking you had disappeared from my life. The feeling of turning over and not seeing you there made my stomach drop. I didn’t think I was able to make it into work. It was bad,” you type back. You start receiving important emails that need attention and place your phone down to start.

Time slips away as you realize you’ve worked through lunch and now are able to take a break. Your phone buzzed with many missed texts, all of them from Kyungsoo. “I am so sorry. Can I make it up to you? Wanna go out tonight for a nice dinner?”

And then another, “Please answer me. I can’t tell you how awful I feel. I should have written you a note. I fucked up, but I’m telling the truth.” And again just 10 minutes ago, “Baby, please. Are you there?”

You take a deep breath and start to respond, “I believe you, it’s just my mind goes into the worst case scenario for everything. Yes, let’s get dinner tonight. Sorry, pretty busy at work for a Friday. I miss you.” You sign with a kissy face emoji.

Still a bit anxious about his texts, there’s still a lingering feeling that he isn’t telling the truth. You decide to brush it off and stop catastrophizing everything. You busy yourself until finally, it’s done. You speed walk to the bus, then speed walk home.

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You see another text from him as you’re getting ready, “How is 7:30 tonight?”

“Sounds great. Should I dress up? Fancy or casual?” you ask him as you’re perusing your closet. He types quickly, “It’ll be at my place. I’m going to cook you something to tell you how very sorry I am.”

“Shit, really?! Question still stands though” you excitedly type back.

“How about nothing? :-) But really whatever you’d like. Whatever you wear, you’ll be beautiful.”

His cheeky reply makes you turn red and your stomach flips. “All right, mister. Don’t get any big ideas. See you at 7:30.”

“I got something big for you.” He ended with a winky face.

Well, fuck. Here we go again, you think. Imagining all of the nasty things you could reply with and deciding to leave him on read. That’ll let his mind wander.

You finally opt for a nice, black A line dress. It goes right to your knees and hugs your waist fantastically. It’s not too fancy, simple yet classic. You want to make a good impression since he’s going to all the trouble of cooking you dinner tonight. You decide to leave your hair down and not too much makeup. Some mascara, blush, and lip gloss is enough. You know it’s just going to get ruined later when you’re sucking his dick. This makes you imagine what his place looks like. Is it minimal, cluttered, cozy? You feel giddy when you remember he has two dogs. You love animals and prefer cats, but you’re excited nonetheless.

He sends you his location which is about a 30 minute commute on the bus. He then tells you he hired a cab that should be there at seven on the dot to take you to his apartment. This makes you swoon, but also he’s really trying to make up for his fuck-up.

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You arrive at his building and press his name. In the elevator ride up, you start fidgeting with your dress and touching your hair out of nervousness. The butterflies in your stomach become overwhelming, you start to feel hot, like you’re about to vomit. Then you take deep breaths, counting to 10 with each exhale. Your palms are sweaty too. Why are you like this? It’s just Kyungsoo. He’s fucked the life out of you, you’ve showered together, and slept together. Stop being like this, you yell inside your head.

You knock on his door and hear the muffled barks of his dogs. In a moment he opens the door. You’re greeted by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He has on black slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, all covered by an olive green apron. The best part is his black round-framed glasses that showcase his large eyes. You’re struck by the smell that wafts toward you, smells so delicious.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he says instantly, his eyes darting up and down your figure. “I was just about to say the same,” you respond, blushing at his compliment. “Come in please. Have a seat. Would you like a drink? And don’t mind the dogs, once they smell you, they’ll go lie down in the other room.”

You meekly walk in and have a seat at the kitchen island. The stove is right there and you see all the ingredients laid out neatly. “Beer, water, wine, or soda?” He asks as he stirs a pot of pasta. “I’ll have some wine, thank you.” You hope this will ease your nerves.

You stare around his apartment while he uncorks and pours you a glass. It’s very cozy. Not a thing out of place, quite minimal. It feels very warm, you start feeling more comfortable. He sets your glass down in front of you and says, “How do you like chicken cacciatore?” You smile, “I actually love it. It’s very rustic. My grandfather used to make it all the time.”

His eyes get big, “Uh oh, I have a lot to live up to I guess,” and he smirks. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll love it.” After he pulls the dish from the oven to let it cool. There’s a lull to which he fills by walking over to you. A watched pot, they say. You turn your head, following his every movement. He reaches abruptly for your neck and places a kiss on your lips. This surprises you, and you lean into him, not wanting it to stop. His tongue meets yours as you open your mouth. The kiss has turned greedy and passionate. You begin to moan as his hand rakes through your hair.

Finally parting, you whine, “Can we get through dinner first?” He chuckles, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I fucking missed you. Your face, your smell, your lips.”

You look down with embarrassment all over your cheeks. “I missed you too, then I found out you’re still into me.”

He apologizes profusely and comes back to shower you with kisses. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I really fucked up. My plan was to make breakfast for you this morning, but work screwed that all up. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you. How could I not when you’re kissing me like that and cooking me dinner? And when you’re looking like a meal yourself. You’re so hot right now. Especially with your sleeves rolled up like that,” you digress and sip your wine.

Sitting at the table, you both dig in. The chicken is juicy and flavorful and the side of spaghetti and bread he prepared rivals your grandfather’s. You both eat without much conversing. You’re both comfortable without needing to fill the silence. Plus, you are starving and you know he is too after a long hard day at work.

He cleans up and asks, “Would you like to watch a movie?” You give him a look which he takes to mean, put on a movie then not pay attention to it after 20 minutes. You nod and walk towards his couch. He sits close to you and props his feet on the coffee table, sipping back a beer.

“Is this for dessert?” you question while lifting your dress up your thighs, exposing yourself. You give him heavy eyes, waiting for him to tongue you down. Let’s hope he takes the bait. How much self control did he have? Your heart begins to thump faster.

He looks down to see the top of thighs exposed, begging him to touch it. Your hips gyrate and your thighs press together. He looks up to lean into your mouth. Before he can touch his lips to yours he says, “And here’s yours,” kissing you deeply. Your eyes squint open and look down at him palming himself through his pants. You smirk into the kiss and he bites your bottom lip. Disconnecting you say, “I can’t fucking wait.” Now you’re breathless and panting, “Best dessert ever.”

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He surprises you by swiftly grabbing your hand and dragging you into his room. He swings you onto the bed, your dress flipping up as your ass meets the bed. You straighten it out, afraid you just flashed him. He’s standing three feet away from you. His hand goes into his pants pocket, grabbing his phone. “Some music?” You ask him, deep down knowing the answer is no. “I want to record you. And us. I want something to remember you by,” he says in a serious voice, holding up his phone. You hear the shutter a handful of times. “Pictures too? What do you want me to do?” You awkwardly ask.

“What do you have under that dress? I’ve been fantasizing all night,” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt. You see the camera light reflect off of his ceiling to floor windows, not a curtain in sight. You look behind you and see other peoples’ TVs, laptops, and lamps that could be easily seen from across the courtyard.

You look forward again to see his shirt is off, holding the phone down at his side. His dark gaze has a whimper getting caught in your throat. He’s walking toward you, “Let me see,” he says, removing your hands from your lap to lift your dress. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. Getting closer to you, he mumbles, “Does it make you wet thinking of all the people watching me fuck you?” He pauses then says louder, “Tell me. Are you wet? They’re all going to know you’re mine.”

Your face is flush and you begin to rock your hips back and forth at the edge of the bed. “Yes. I’m yours. Show them,” you say in a raspy tone, completely aroused. Where did this exhibitionism fetish come from, you think to yourself? You’re leaking from your panties and your thighs are slick.

He stands in front of you and slowly reaches for the hem of your dress, reaching beneath. He groans when he feels how wet you’ve gotten, your underwear completely drenched, sticking to your pussy. “So fucking wet. Dirty baby,” his chest rumbles.

He holds his phone up to record you. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, moaning and grinding against his hand. He wants this when he’s lonely, if he has to travel, or is sick, he has these momentos. He slides both edges of your panties between your slit. He pulls up and sees your engorged clit peeking from under the satin. Still pulling up on your panties, he places three fingers across your clit, rubbing slightly.

You moan loudly and tightly shut your eyes, still moving your hips. You place both arms around his neck to bring his soft lips to yours. Now laying back he settles over you, pressing his weight into you. You grind up again on his hard dick that’s straining in his pants. He throws the phone so he can use that hand to slide your panties to the side. “You did wear something underneath your dress,” he states as if he’s really baiting you. He wants to hear your dirty thoughts and mouth.

“Did you think I wasn’t?” you ask incredulously. “I actually debated on whether or not to wear panties. On one hand, I’m your slut. On the other hand, I wanted to tease you and make you work for it,” you finish as he sits up and begins to tease your slit with his fingertips.

“That’s right baby. I knew you wanted my dick. You have no idea how difficult it is to hide a boner from your boss and coworkers. Luckily there were folders and binders that helped. Point is, I’ve been hard all day because of you. The feeling of your pussy on my dick. Your moans and yelps. Your smell. Fuck, I’m so goddamn hard right now. I’ve been saving it for you.” His fingers are still sliding up and down your wet pussy lips.

You move your ass up and down off the bed to match his strokes. You arch your back up and whine aloud, “Fuck that was hot what you said. Hard all day? Because of me?” What you say is barely audible due to your breathlessness. “Yes, you. I want you to come on my fingers, baby,” he asks sweetly as he thrusts his middle and ring fingers, palm up, deep into your pussy.

In shock at the sudden intrusion, you whimper and tears fill your eyes, threatening to drop down your cheeks. “Oh my god, that feels so good. Yes please, more,” you yelp. He listens to you and thrusts quicker into your clenching pussy. His hand is already covered in your sticky wetness, making obscene noises. While flicking his fingers upward, he places his thumb over your clit and you’re whimpering again, like a wounded animal.

He sits back onto his heels, getting a better view of your pussy. He pushes your left thigh up, spreading you out further. You help him by holding your thigh. He grabs his phone quickly and starts recording. “Baby please. Come for me. You look so beautiful,” he begs, adding a third finger inside you.

“Oh my god, yes! Please, I’m gonna come!” You’re yelling now, with eyes closed. “Look at me. Open your eyes. I want to see you come,” he commands. Your stomach tenses up, your knees go straight, and your hand grabs onto the sheets as you come. You’re moaning his name and ‘baby’ over and over again. Your cheeks and neck are flushed then you start to convulse, your pussy clenching and oozing all over his fingers. “Fuck baby, that was so hot,” he says, eyes wide as he puts his phone back down. “I’m definitely watching that one all the time,” he winks at you. He takes his fingers out, licks them dry and then slaps your clit.

Surprised and over sensitive, you whine out, “Fuck!” Now it sounds like you’re about to cry. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?” he asks and places his palm on your cheek. He leans in to kiss you and when you are separating you answer, “Yes. That was fucking sexy. That felt so good. Do it again.”

He does it again, but first he rips the black satin underwear off of you. He then forcefully pushes your knees apart, your legs wide open. The slaps he gives to your clit migrate to your inner thighs. Your pussy is wet and raw and there’s red handprints on your legs. The look in his eyes is depraved. He alternates slapping your labia to entering a couple of fingers inside you. It’s just for a few thrusts, teasing you until you grab his forearm.

You sit up and climb onto his lap. He twists you both and then you suddenly force him down. “My turn,” you say as you grab his phone to start recording. He strips off his pants and underwear, raising his hips with you top up in the air. You slowly start to slide your wet slit over his dick. He moans, his chest resonating, “Shit. You love this.” He grabs a handful of your breast pulling your dress down, pinching your nipple hard. He lifts your dress and pulls it off over your head.

Your free hand reaches up to trace his plump lips. He bites on your fingertip and you place your finger inside. His eyes never look away from your gaze as he sucks on your finger. Your pussy is still sliding back and forth on his impossibly hard cock. He’s been hard all day and never thought to relieve himself? “Do you want to fuck me?” you say in a sexy tone, your voice breaking at the end.

“Fuck. Turn around. Get on your hands and knees, now,” he requests, in a rageful tone. You listen immediately, assuming the position. You arch your back, sticking your ass out, legs parted wide. “Give it to me. I want your dick,” you say as you look back over your shoulder, resting on your elbows.

He takes hold of his shaft and slaps it over your wet entrance. Your butt wiggles at the contact and you whine, “Please baby.” He strokes his head over your slit, gathering all your juices. He places his tip at your vagina, he leans back to get a better view. He places just his tip inside, popping into your entrance. You both make prolonged groans of each others’ names. You move your ass back to take more of his dick, all of this teasing has you impatient.

He mutters, “Holy shit baby. Can’t wait, can you?” You start fucking back on his dick, he halts his thrusts. “You like when I fuck myself on your cock? I want it all the time,” you moan out as you look behind you at him. He’s mesmerized by his dick fucking into you, then he looks up. He brushes his bangs back, that sexy gesture again. It turns him on so much when you’re saying disgusting things to him.

Not able to take this much longer, he starts stroking into you with a skillful movement. He circularly gyrates into your pulsating pussy. He yells out, “I’m gonna come inside you! Please keep squeezing my dick! It’s so tight!” You clench around him and moan into the blanket, “I’m coming too, baby! Come in me!” You hope he hears you and in the next couple of thrusts, you come, clenching him tightly, then pulsating around his throbbing dick. You feel his come spurt into you over and over each time you pulse around him. He’s breathing heavily, leaning down, bangs in his eyes again.

He reaches to stroke his bangs back, this makes you moan again, lurching forward. Your legs go together and you fall onto your stomach. He smacks your ass and lands on his side next to you. He rubs his hand across your back causing you to shiver. He places his mouth to yours, smashing together in post coital intimacy.

He rubs his nose along yours lightly, “I really like you,” he smiles. “I really like you,” you repeat as you turn onto your side, knees bent, touching his.

The smile he gives you could rival all other smiles on the planet. You’re not one for hyperbole, but really. His eyes light up, his lips making the cutest heart, his cheeks asking to be pinched. He leans in again to make out with you, your lips are irresistible to him. He starts to peck kisses onto your mouth, then your cheeks, then your shoulder. He rubs over each kiss he leaves, not able to control himself.

You stretch out as his touch leaves you with goosebumps. You reach for his chin and stop him, “I think we gave the neighbors quite a show. Is this the encore?” He blushes as he remembers he never got around to buying curtains. “No, this is the intermission,” with that trademark smile.

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I know it’s late af since June it’s almost over but if you’re still accepting the smut prompts, here you go: Jyn and Cassian fucking in some tight space on that ship on the way to Scarif because I just know it happened

anon, i am so thankful for you, you and my 2 am binge of listening to the smiths singlehandedly broke me out of writer's block ❤️ also, yes, readers, definitely mind the explicit rating hgfjdks happy pride to these lgbts also on ao3!

Jyn has always hated being trapped on a ship in the middle of hyperspace.

Even in scattered memories of the days before she and her parents had settled on Lah’mu, when she’d once traveled with her mother to all sorts of planets for exploration, the journeys had always made her nervous. Restless. The first time, her chest had tightened and her throat had closed to the point that she could hardly breathe; it’d only been when her mother had found her, terrified in the cargo hold, and had held her close until the ship had landed, that everything in her had started to ease. It’d gotten somewhat better after that, but even so, she’d needed at least a hand to grip onto in order to combat the panic that would come for her.

There hasn’t been a hand to hold hers in a long time — not since her mother had been killed and her father had left her behind, and she’d spent an entire night curled up in a cave, terrified as the rain had battered relentlessly on the ground above and trickled down below. Saw would’ve never been one to offer anything for comfort, much less his hand, and with him, she’d quickly had to adapt; beyond him, totally alone in the galaxy, she’d had no choice. Still, between transports to places she’s long since forgotten, between being locked in one prison cell or another, between continually being forced to adapt, she’s never lost her profound discomfort. Her profound distaste.

She’d tried, for a while, to stay in the cockpit with Bodhi, K2, and Cassian, felt like she’d owed it, somehow, but there’d been a point when sitting still, looking at the same monotonous view of hyperspace, had been too much. Without a word, she’d pushed herself up from the floor, climbed down the ladder to the cockpit, and begun to wander aimlessly — but in a shuttle as small as this one, there hadn’t been much room to do so.

It’s not as if she’d been stupid enough to not know that, but there’s knowing something and there’s facing the reality of it; she hadn’t had to go far to achieve the latter, for the realization of it to hit her like a blow to the chest, stopping her in her tracks, back against the wall, and bringing out some vague, childish thought that hasn’t been possible in well more than a decade to wish for her mother.

Her hands had started to shake as she’d taken the chain holding the kyber crystal out from under her shirt and wrapped her fingers around it — and so far, they haven’t stopped. So far, all she hears other than the sound of her own breath and pounding heart is the hum of the shuttle as it continues to barrel through hyperspace and toward… she can’t say she knows what.

That’s all she hears. Until —

Footsteps, which fall heavy, and come steadily closer.

Jyn’s eyes snap open, head turning toward the sound as she quickly tucks the kyber crystal back under her shirt, safely against her chest.

At first glance, there isn’t much to read in Cassian’s face, because his expression is as neutral as he often makes it. But in his eyes, there’s a different story; she sees a weight there, as oppressive and heavy as anything sitting inside her right now. A reflection that she, somehow, understands completely.

That brings her voice back, raspy from lack of use — at least enough to ask:

“How long?”

“An hour,” he tells her, then, as if reporting some mundane fact with no stakes for life or death, “if the calculations are right.” They both know, of course, that the calculations wouldn’t be anything but right, so Jyn can read the unspoken that’s lurking just underneath: If we don’t run into any problems.

To say that this is all a risk is definitely, obviously, an understatement. There are so many ways this could fail, well before they even reach Scarif. Forging airtight scandocs would’ve taken well more time than they have, so all they can rely on is Imperial slowness, Bodhi’s knowledge, and more than a fair bit of luck.

(There are so many ways this can, and probably will, fail.)

She drops her gaze and lets out a breath, long and slow — which does nothing to ease the tightness in her chest, the way her throat threatens to close, or the tremor in her hands. Still, she flicks her eyes up again to meet his, steady.

“Okay.” She doesn’t say anything else, because there’s nothing else to say to that — and he just nods his acknowledgement, for the same reason.

Any conversation that could be had is done; any reason for both of them to still be standing here has long since faded with it.

And yet — they linger, and somewhere along the way, both because of his steps and her own, they come closer, until there’s barely any distance between them at all. Until she’s acutely aware of what’s been added to her space: the sound of his breath, matching hers. His presence, warm and alive, a sharp contrast against everything cold, mechanical, and monotonous around them. Something she could reach for, something she could hold; it wouldn’t be far. It wouldn’t be hard.

She’s not thinking about being trapped on a ship in the middle of hyperspace, suddenly. That’s parsecs away from her mind compared to the way that her heart pounds against the walls of her chest, compared to the way she’s drawn in, like she’s caught in his gravitational pull. Something sparks to life under her skin, something ironically warmer and more alive than she can ever remember feeling, considering what they’re headed for as soon as the stolen Imperial shuttle they’re on drops out of hyperspace.

Because, yeah, in an hour, maybe, in more if they’re lucky and less if anything resembling luck has gone to total shit, the odds are good that they’re going to die.

And Jyn thinks: fuck it.

Cassian absorbs the force of her when she stands on her toes and crashes into him, far from gentle when she captures his mouth with hers. For a moment, he otherwise goes still; it stretches on long enough that something in her considers pulling back, but then she feels his lips part under her, feels, more than hears, the noise that escapes them — and that consideration is dust. His hands are rough when they reach for her and bring her flush against him, gripping her so tightly that she can feel his fingers leave impressions on her skin, even through her clothes.

They’re perfect.

So is the way they stumble, completely lacking any grace, toward a nearby compartment just barely big enough to fit two people, separated from the rest of the shuttle by a sliding door she activates with a fumbling hand. And so is the way they practically fall inside of it, still clinging to one another, teeth knocking and messy kisses tasting of blood.

It’s dark and cramped in here with the door shut behind them, and the air is thick with their sweat. She has no range of motion with the way her back is pressed against the wall and she’s surrounded on all other sides by Cassian. More trapped than she’s ever been — but it’s a trapping she wants, to the point of aching in her core; the noise that leaves her, too loud to be decent on a shuttle full of people, is a testament to that. His lips find hers again, though, muffling it before it has a chance to travel far, and in this moment, she’ll take that silencing.

She’ll take anything he has to give. Life has taken so much from her, and here, just before what is likely the end, she’s going to fucking take something back.

And he has so much to give, as it turns out. There’s no time to protest the loss of his lips on hers because he’s turned them to her throat, finding a spot on her skin there that has her eyes fluttering closed. One hand slips under her shirt, cupping her breast and rolling a thumb over the nipple, while the other somehow manages to unfasten her pants, sliding them down just far enough to tease between her legs. Through the haze steadily enveloping her, it occurs to her, at least a full minute later, that she should be working on his.

Her hands are clumsy, fumbling, but they get the job done — and she’s rewarded with something that sounds like a sigh against her neck. She reaches up, tips his chin with her thumb until he’s lifted it away, and leans in to kiss him once again, messy and desperate; fingers trace the line of his jaw and wind into his hair, and she holds onto him, as he holds onto her.

“Jyn,” he rasps between them when they break apart.

She opens her eyes, lets them adjust to the dark enough to make out what she can of the man in front of her. There’s a thoughtful sort of hesitation in what she’s able to see, as if he has to wait for his order. As if he has to… confirm with her. Most people don’t stop when things get this far, in her experience, and —

A deep-seated part of her, buried near the cave in her mind, can’t help but be touched by it.

But the rest of her knows they don’t have time for that; the shortness in her voice, more urgency than irritation, says as much. “What are you waiting for?”

He follows his order with no further hesitation, sinking inside her, filling her. Moving against her as she arches her hips into him, and —

Already so close, it doesn’t take long for either of them to find the release they’re looking for.

In the aftermath, the time they have left before they reach Scarif continues to dwindle. Soon, they’ll have to leave this moment they’ve created and go back to the others; they’ll have to ready themselves to fight, as much as anyone can when so much is so uncertain. But Jyn will take just one more thing: a last stretch of time being held in his arms, warm and safe like what she can remember of home.

Maybe when she dies, if she’s lucky, she won’t be so out of her mind that she’ll forget how this feels.

At the end, it’s not just a memory to take with her. His arms are around her when the blast comes for them, warm and safe, home, and after so much of her life has been spent drifting with no tether, she’s lucky enough for that feeling to be the last thing she knows.

#rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #* fic #asks #anonymous

[ravenbloodshot]

Someone who gives me the same asshole vibe as Cha Eun Woo and Song Kang is Eunwoo's friend Kim Young Kwang (the actor) I really liked his drama and he is quite handsome but he looks like a sadist and super manipulative to me I'm not gonna lie? No matter how much I try I can't seem to get into him? He was also caught before whilst he was a model (when he was much much younger) talking about what he finds distasteful in women and he said really weird/sexist shit but it was childish af too, like he really didn't think before speaking but I like to give benefit of the doubt to the "youth" LMFAO (not really) but you know he's also Korean so I wasn't shocked, I said oh another one bites the dust 👏🏾☺️😋 Anyway there's something sweet about him (I'm probably reaching and trying to give him a compliment) but he really totally makes the hairs on back stand idk he gives me torturous type vibes? Maybe it's past life between me and him vibes LMFAO but I see evil, I know I'm not tripping, like the dark triad evil? Am I wrong? What energy do you feel from him, please let me know!! Like he looks like if he wasn't told right he'd hold people captivate or be that weird kid that's cruel to bugs? I wouldn't be surprised if he was a bully or humiliated people, especially women. Like you know the energy of a closeted man that hates on women? He looks like the type to say mean things in a joking manner and not even consider people "beneath" him? I feel he can be sweet but it is selective, like he may want something? Idk he feels fucking cold, like his eyes and his smile, no emotion etc I wouldn't be surprised if he has a disorder or something that makes him unemotional etc He's a major homebody too and he always acts uncomfortable in social situations etc, he probably is but maybe he really does has some disorder or something because he expresses that he wants to go home etc. Like I could see him being condescending like Song Kang and Cha Eun Woo too?

CEW always gives me the energy of misguided energy? Like if he were to be surrounded by good people who humbled him he could be okay? I always see some sentiment in him? He looks like people don't check him and out of all 3 he looks to me the most reflective, like if something happened it could give him a spiritual awakening etc and change his life. Like the type of guy that heals if he was loved right. CEW gives me I am a "twin" vibes, like he has a counterpart in this lifetime who's gonna have a profound effect on his life? He always looked like a redeemable soul to me? I don't know but the more he gets deeper into the industry and this cold, cruel, money driven environment he just gonna end up being unredeemable as well, in the deep end? Like he'll end up the worst out of the bunch? I hope he don't start doing drugs but he looks smart to me lol, I'll give him that much. The more I see actors/celebs the more coldness I see lol, some of them have really scary eyes.

It's hilarious to me that people found Song Kang cute, the mf gave me I'm bland and incompetent but have the audacity to be disgusted by you vibes. He generally looks like the type to sanitise his hands if he accidentally brushed past somebody he don't respect, he looks hella coddled too and a mamas boy. He literally admitted himself that he wore the same socks for months straight. He's probably the type that doesn't do the dishes or wash his clothes etc, like he young forever? I was shocked he was feeling Han So Hee LOL but she grown woman vibes and I think it's opposites attract. Her rough girl image, idgaf demeanour probably intrigued him. A part of him also looked like he was pretending, so people could talk about them, like he used her for a come up? He shot a show with that young pretty actress and the interviews (my demon) were a pain to watch. I could tell he found her stupid and you were RIGHT, he cannot hide his dissatisfaction well!! Like it was second hand embarrassment. He was also on another show with BP Jennie and he literally iced her lmfao, he didn't even look at her, he also pushed past another woman and was heavily disgusted by another older woman complimenting him, like how dare you compliment me when you not on my level? Like the type that wants people to ask for permission before they greet him? He called another woman by another name and said "that woman" and she was like "I am that woman, it's my name", as in he didn't even bother learning their names and she said to him don't you think it's too soon to speak casually (banmal/drop honorifics) and refer to me as "that" and that you should learn people's names etc. It baffles me how people give a pass to "handsome/pretty" people in the world and especially Korea? But more so handsome men because of sexism right? Like he was not careful of his behaviour at all but people thought he was "clueless" and cute. It's obvious when he thinks people aren't on his level etc and I think he's at a point where he generally believes he's made it, so he dgaf like yasss I don't need to kiss ass anymore, when he was simply just expected to be polite LOL 😂 I think it's a chore for him to treat people well, like he might think about the beneficial reason why he should give charity and help people? Like they broke, they can get up, I'm not, I work hard. Like simple minded? He's cut the nice act now and he said so himself, that he hates being perceived as cute and a little adorable boy but he masked himself as such and then complains? Probably because he finds his fans disgusting. I'm ngl he feels like that. I don't know lol! Don't mind me, I be popping out here and there and giving the lip and the tea LMFAO 🤣 I'll stop here! 💀

— Lip Service Girl 💄

Me and you must just be on the same wavelength. I think it's too much to say Kim Young Kwang has a disorder, but everything else, I agree.

Cha Eunwoo has the best energy out of the three. But he has his own bs that comes with him. He's not a bad guy, though, the other two .....🤷‍���️

What sticks in my mind the most is Kim Young Kwangs' weird comments about women as well. Like it's okay to have preferences, but like damn....

[wendytestabrat]

WHAT I THINK THE SOUTH PARK CHARACTER’S BIG 3 ARE IN ASTROLOGY

ok their sun signs are already confirmed in canon but here are what i think their moon and risings are. and btw in astrology your rising sign is your outer shell and how u come across to others on first impression, your sun sign is like your ego and how you think of yourself, and then your moon sign is your deep emotional core. think of it like pulling back 3 layers of an onion with the rising sign on top, then the sun, then the moon.

STAN:

stan is OBVIOUSLY a taurus rising like look at his fucking deadpanned expression 24/7. it’s also why he’s rlly rational and calm compared to the other boys and ik his libra sun makes him like that too but a lot of libras are still fun and enthusiastic people, so his taurus rising makes him a more serious & mature libra rather than a retarded ditzy one LOL. and stan def has that stable and reliable essence to him that taurean people have which is what makes him a loyal friend. stan doesn’t like change it’s why he won’t fucking dump wendy and stays friends with kyle, CLASSIC TAURUS NONSENSE. he can also pop off out of nowhere like a taurus if u piss him off LOL. i’ve already talked abt how stan is a stereotypical libra so go look at that post. and then then when u peel the onion all the way down to his moon stan is DEF a pisces moon like yeah he does come across as a more rational and level-headed person bc of the taurus and libra but i mean deep down stan is still a rlly sensitive af person and he can get depressed easily and throw a huge pity party.

KYLE:

bruh kyle is a PISCES RISING idc what anyone says. ok picking kyle’s rising sign was actually the hardest bc there were a lot i could see him as. when it came down to it, it was a toss up between pisces and virgo for me LOL. like obviously he has virgo traits bc he’s overly critical abt everyone and everything and he overly helps people too much but that’s a pisces trait too and what virgo & pisces have in common and why they’re sister signs bc they both get overly enmeshed in other people’s drama LOL. he’s a pisces rising bc on first glance kyle comes across like he’s all sweet and innocent and wants to help everyone and save the day and he’s EXTREMELY charming, hence why cartman said “kyle you are the sweet one” but then when u get to know him better that uncaring selfish detached gemini part of him comes out LOL. and ofc he has to be a cancer moon bc kyle is literally the biggest drama queen on planet earth and is a big moody bitch. he has the typical mood swings of a gemini but it’s amplified 100x bc he’s a cancer moon duh. and he’s way too overly concerned with everyone else’s problems and he has too much empathy like a typical cancer. i hate it when gemini and cancer placements come together bc it creates the nosiest bitch ever that thinks your problems are their problems. and yeah cartman is a cancer sun, but honestly cancer moons are way more intense bc the moon rules cancer and the moon is abt your emotional side so when that’s in cancer is creates a disaster LOL.

CARTMAN:

ok cartman is a LEO rising there is no doubt about it. literally every bad trait people say leos have is really what leo risings are not leo suns. they’re the biggest attention whore narcissists on the planet. leo suns are dignified and confident (like me 😏) bc the sun rules leo so we don’t need to do that attention seeking crap LOL. that’s why cartman comes across SUPER charismatic and confident. he’s a HUGE leader and loves being the center of attention. he also has a lot of that fiery energy and gets rlly aggressive and childish at times. but yeah peeling back the onion he’s a cancer sun and scorpio moon and is actually just double water. his cancer traits are his love of his home, his mom and his loyalty to his friends etc. his kindness and sensitivity (THAT THE GOD DAMN OTHER BOYS USED AGAINST HIM AND PROVOKED HIM FOR). but yeah if u dig even deeper it’s the scorpio moon that is the true reason for cartman’s vengeful behavior and how he’s so damn good at emotionally manipulating people. cancers have those traits too but he has to have scorpio bc i mean that would explain why he takes shit as far as he does and he’s very persistent & passionate in carrying out his plans. cartman can achieve anything he wants.

KENNY:

yeah kenny is an AQUARIUS RISING the dude wears a fucking parka all day long and is aloof as fuck. PEOPLE THINK HE’S WEIRD, but they also think he’s friendly and nice. and yeah he’s an aries bc kenny just doesn’t give a fuck and will risk his life and put himself into dangerous ass situations that kills him like a typical aries LOL. he lives on the edge and likes to have fun which is why him and cartman get along rlly well. and he’s also a pisces moon like stan bc bro is compassionate and sensitive af deep down. kenny is just a good af & caring friend that will sacrifice himself to help u. he’s literally everything kyle claims to be but isn’t but that’s probably why kyle is just a pisces rising while kenny is a pisces moon LOL. kyle only APPEARS to be that caring self-sacrificing martyr, kenny actually IS.

WENDY:

she’s a gemini rising period. ok wendy comes across SUPER social, smart, & charming. she can talk to anyone and become their friend in an instant but she’s also a two-faced cunt too and she changes her mind and personality in every episode LOL. but yeah when u get to her core she’s actually a sagittarius bc not only is wendy smart, but she’s rlly passionate about her beliefs and will speak her truth even if it gets her in trouble or disliked. which kind of contradicts her gemini rising where she’ll act fake so she will be liked and popular. but yeah deep down wendy is a scorpio moon just like cartman bc she’s extremely intense and you don’t wanna fuck with her. just like cartman she’s extremely persistent and strategic abt something if she wants it. wow i just realized all four of the boys AND wendy are water moons. go figure. they’re all overly emotional sensitive ass bitches.

BUTTERS:

yeah he’s DEF a cancer rising. butters comes across like he’s gonna be an overly emotional victimized turd like cartman & kyle bc he is rlly sensitive on the outside (and he def does have his crabby moments when he does snap), but when you peel back the layers of the onion butters is actually a lot more chill & mature than that. he’s rlly loyal and reliable bc of his virgo sun and always willing to lend a hand (sometimes to the point where he gets taken advantage of) and he can be a bit of a perfectionist. (mainly bc his dad is so damn strict) but yeah u peel back the layers even more to his libra moon butters isn’t rlly an overly emotional turd he’s just this aloof ass airhead that’s overly happy, optimistic, & nice.

#SOUTH PARK #ASTROLOGY #cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #butters #wendy testaburger #kenny mccormick #rising signs are more fun to look at than sun signs #ASTROLOGYSHITPOSTS

[k-rising]

Taeyong's birth chart analysis

DISCLAIMER: This is just a part of the analysis of the idol's natal chart, which wants to show a deeper perspective on the idols life. This analysis is carried out thanks to the data that appears on the birth chart. The point of this post is to entertain. [This analysis has been carried out with a possible birth time given by the idol].

this man is a pisces rising with cancer sun in the 5th house, which makes him a very intuitive, emotional, creative and artistic person. taeyong has a tender heart and cares for his loved ones a lot. he's very childish and he's always looking for fun and pleasure in life. this dude loves all kinds of art: singing, dancing, painting, etc… like I said, taeyong is very artistic! his mood changes depending on the environment that surrounds him. taeyong likes socializing, but he considers real friends to the ones that have a deeper connection with him; he may have trouble letting go of relationships. having his sun in the 5th house makes him a natural leader. this position also makes him a drama queen along with his leo moon and loves being the center of attention; taeyong was born to shine. having his sun placed there can also mean that he's gonna have a lot of admirers throughout his life 👀. he's also very moody, melancholic and has a vivid imagination. taeyong's great at giving advices, as the members always say.

having pisces as his rising makes him see things in a deeper perspective. taeyong has his head in the clouds 24/7 and it can be hard for him to difference reality from his imagination. this dude is interested in fashion and his style can be very eccentric at times... that's all because of this placement.

he feels good when he's busy. taeyong is a hard-worker and a perfectionist. having his moon in leo makes him jealous, but not possessive. he can be quite stubborn and tends to exaggerate everything lmao. this placement also indicates that he has a strong need for approval and self-expression, that's why he doesn't like to fail in front of others; it hurts his pride. usually, this man doesn't take risks, unless he knows he's going to do a good job. taeyong enjoys entertaining others and it's very romantic <3. it's easy for him to express his feelings, but he can also be quite good at manipulating people. having moon sextile mercury indicates that he's not only a great storyteller, but also an excellent songwriter/producer! with his moon square pluto, however, he can have a hard time accepting and healing from traumas. sometimes his emotions tend to block his desires.

taeyong is aware of how people view him and how he should impress them. having his sun trining his ascendant makes him a noticed and respected individual. he's stick to his values and it can be easy for him to gain popularity… however, he might not know what to do about it once he has it :/ people see taeyong as a very nurturing, sensitive and empathetic person who's very passionate about his career.

this man loves to talk, specially with his loved ones with his gemini mercury in the 4th! this dude is smart, funny, restless, curious, and open-minded. taeyong learns quickly, but because he has so many different interests, it's difficult for him to focus on just one topic. this dude get bored easily as well, so mental stimulation is always key when communicating with him. taeyong talks in an easygoing way with his mercury conjunct venus and he doesn't like when conflicts arises.

mental burn out can happen a lot with his mercury square mars! this man is argumentative when he's at his worst and he also gets overly defensive. this dude has a bad temper… plus, communication and drive are at odds here. with his mercury square saturn, he can appear harsh to others when communicating. I also feel that he overthinks a lot and it's very hard for him to openly express his ideas, because of his low self-esteem.

this man is flirty af with his gemini venus and, as I said before, communication is key if you want to have a bond with him. taeyong is attracted to talkative, smart and curious individuals who can teach him how to be a better person. he also likes people who are more spontaneous than him and, with his venus in the 4th, he wants to feel comfortable with his partner and probably, in the future, have a family with them. so basically he likes to have fun with his partner, but also have a serious and long-lasting relationship.

with his venus square mars and venus square saturn, his physical and romantical needs can clash here and it can be hard for taeyong to know what he wants in a relationship. he can get involved with people he's not interested in and can also have very high expectations. taeyong tends to overthink his relationships a lot, since he fears inestability and rejection.

having virgo mars in his chart makes him a perfectionist. also, you know how obsessed this man is with cleanliness and health? that's all because of this placement lol. taeyong doesn't get angry, but he does get irritated easily. he likes teaching others how to do certain things, but he also expect them to do it right asap or else he will think that he's wasting his time 💀. this man has to learn to create harmonious connections with his mars in the 7th. taeyong is the type of person that stands up for equality and fairness, so he will confront people that makes others feel bad in some way. he's great at solving problems and he is also very persistant. this placements is great for dancers, since they tend to pay attention to every little detail about the choreos.

when it comes to work, this man is hella lucky and he always gets what he wants; taeyong is good at creating his own opportunities. having both jupiter in the 9th and sagittarius mc means that he is lucky when he is generous and practices what he preaches. this man right heart can also be a role model for all the previous generations. taeyong likes traveling and learning foreign cultures... actually, he benefits much more when he works in other countries. taeyong needs to believe more on himself and he also has to stop concentrating too much on details and learn to see the bigger picture from time to time.

taeyong does everything in excess with his jupiter square ascendant and jupiter conjunct pluto. he needs to be careful of not working too much or else he will face many consequences. he might also think that he's always right.

regarding his pisces saturn in the 1st and his scorpio nn in the 8th, taeyong needs to work on his self-confidence and start trusting his intuitive abilities. this man may feel like he's always a victim and it can be a challenge for him to study his past, accept it and let it go. he probably has experienced a lot of dark and painful experiences throughout his life, so now it's time to heal from them.

#taeyong #lee taeyong #nct 127 #nct u #nct #taeyong astrology #lee taeyong astrology #nct u astrology #nct 127 astrology #nct astrology

[noa-ciharu]

I've seen your Fuuma supremacy post on birb app (and love it!) and as a fellow Fuuma appreciator I'd like to ask you for gathering twelve reasons to why Fuuma is great / should be appreciated more~ uwu 👉👈

Hohoho that's an interesting one. Honestly it's a bit hard to put into words why certain character is underappreciated cuz it's hard to pinpoint what makes ppl get attached to character in the first place. But I'll try my best :D

1) honestly his early X self. He's so kind and gentle to Kotori and Kamui, very protective brother and friend. Also how soft he and Kamui are back then 🥺 and touchy feely with one another

2) speaking of early X Fuuma, just look at how gay he was for Kamui from the very start

Who the hell thinks of their friends in this shojo typical style??? With sakura petals and sparkles to the boot?? Good boy Fuuma was so head over heels for Kamui, it was adorable 😭♥️ good bf material

3) oke so onto his more complex and intriguing late X self: the enigma of what precisely happened. I've seen some people are discouraged by permanent hiatus and lack of elaboration just what happened to Fuuma. And while yes, I too would prefer if we had answered, mystery and head-scratchers are intriguing to me. I love to speculate, to analyze the possibilities with what we've been given so far. Which brings me to the next point:

4) there's more to late X Fuuma than it meets the eye. It's easy to dismiss him as sadistic without a cause villian (as he's portrayed in X anime sadly) but in manga that's far from the case. Like take this scene for example:

It's true he's ruthless in fulfilling people's wishes and doing bad deeds but look at his expression. That's not face of a man who's too delighted by causing mayhem, in fact looks more saddened by the fact too many people lose sight of themselves in process of caring for their loved ones

5) his more childish/bratty side

This scene in Ebisu before the destruction in vol4 for example. It was equally adorable and sinister given you know who Fuuma is but his kindness did seem genuine. Similar mischief can be seen in his interactions with Seishirou, Kakyou to some degree and sometimes when interacting with other Dragons

6) wish seeing ability and his general omnipotence. I love how he appears like personification of Judgment arcana (just taken on a darker meaning), how he can see deep inside person's heart and see what wishes dwell there. And how he delivers judgement by making those wishes reality. Tbh, I'm not trying to justify Fuuma's actions here but characters around him really do have fucked up wishes (ahem, Subaru, ahem Nataku) - X is basically a story about messed up people in messed up situations. In some lighert X AU he would have severed as a Santa claus or something but alas, X is far from light story

7) simply, these ambiguous lines

Fuuma is judging others on their lack of self awareness 25/8. Add scene with Karen and that "if killing others is wrong then why do we lose sight of what's truly important" line. As well as many more. Honestly maybe it's just me, but there's something ♥️ about characters that are 'above others' but still have a weakness/vulnerability that's tying them back to same humans they're supposed to be above (in Fuuma's case that's obviously his connection to Kamui). In X it's wishes that give characters sense of humanity and will to live and Fuuma himself isn't above wishing; his wish is connected to Kamui one way or another

8) how to not mention his homoerotic courtship battles with Kamui? Iconic honestly. Where else would you get this type of content that's not a BL manga

All shonen battles can go home these are only type that matter

9) oke so since since we're getting shallow for a bit: HE'S HOT AF ♥️🔥 I mean look at those evil smirks

10) I can't find a panel rn but at one point when Kamui said his wish is to bring old Fuuma back current Fuuma's eyes widened and that's the first and last time in series he appeared genuinely shocked. Which leads me to obviously question: why? Does it shock him Kamui wants other Fuuma back? Is Kamui wanting old Fuuma back somehow contradicting Fuuma's own wish (like if only way old Fuuma can come back is if Kamui were to die and Fuuma's wish is for Kamui to live)? I want to know what his wish is 🥺 I'm torn between him wanting Kamui to acknowledge his new self and wanting Kamui to start appreciating himself and wanting to live no matter what. Maybe it's both of those, maybe those wishes are connected somehow 🤔 either way it's that head-scratcher of what precisely late X Fuuma wished for that's intriguing. Maybe it's connected to old Fuuma's wish to protect Kamui but why hurt him so much then??

I need coffee for this

11) honestly, all the softer conflicting expressions he has, especially when Kamui is in question. Like this one for example

So soft and torn 🥺 Imma go cry why so emotional 😭😭😭 obvs this isn't the only instance, manga is filled with those subtle scenes where he's talking to Kamui or thinking about him with rather conflicting yearning expressions

Which bring me to the last one:

12) this scene. Prediction, whatever you call it. I need to know what will happen 😭😭😭

Look. Fuuma is one of my fave characters so it's only natural I want to see him suffer. I need him to break down cuz of something Kamui did, or even cuz of his death. I want him to be crushed under weight of his emotions and angst 🥺🙏 Wish master who can grant anyone's wish yet there's noone to grant him his own now that Kamui is no longer alive. So my point here is that Fuuma and generally whole late X setting is perfect angst material

All in all, I guess it's Fuuma's complexity that made him one of my faves. There's way more to him than it meets the eye

#thanks for ask #i hope this is coherent enough #cuz it's rly hard to put into words why you love a certain character #without relying too much on emotions cuz obvs those are very subjective #x/1999 #fuuma monou

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

💤 🧹 🧺 😊 💕 🙄

🧹Is your f/o more of a tidy or a messy person? What about you? Also, do the two of you sometimes get into arguments because of the household chores? 

😊A habit of them that you find adorable?

🙄Does your f/o have any habits that you find annoying? If so, how do you handle it?

Idia Shroud

🧹 We both are messy. But we both call it an "art chaos"! Our rooms aren't the worst, they look like average students' rooms, ehe. We both clean them once in a while, but... yeah, we can't keep it clean for too long.

😊 ...Definetely his quirk. How he often uses video games' thesises, how he tends to use internet abbreviations in his speech. Also, not in a sadistic way, but the way he squeals and jumps when he's freaked out is way too cute. AND AND HIS SHARKY GREMLIN SMILE. I WOULD KILL FOR IT. /HJ AND AND HIS WEIRD GIGGLE. Also, when he goes excited for something and becomes all that cocky!

🙄 *sigh* His anxiety sometimes is way too absurd... but his habit of staying up late disappoints me even more. I care for his well-being, you know! Also, sometimes his complainings are too much when I'm already overwhelmed myself... But, I do tolerate his "bad habits". I love him, after all! Plus, they aren't too much to handle.

Lilia Vanrouge

🧹 Not like he's messy, he's just... there are kind of lots of stuff in his room. It, again, looks more like an "art mess". He keeps his room clean, but there are lots of clothes, musical instruments, etc.

😊 His habit to hang upside down. Like his habit of randomly appear right in front of my face, looking at me with his big eyes like what's happening is regular. Also when he wears oversized clothes with long sleeves that hide his hands Lilia tends to act so cute and childish, keeping his hands hid as he thinks it's adorable (and damn he's not wrong).

🙄 OKAY HIS NOSE PICKING IS JUST WEIRD FOR ME. Not like I can't handle that, but... it sometimes irritates me. Also his teasing can be too much sometimes...

Rook Hunt (yes, decided to add him too)

🧹 He's a Pomefiore vice housewarden, his room is clean af. He finds beauty in my "art mess", actually, but doesn't deny the fact that some cleaning should be made. He helps if it's too much for me, ofc!

😊 Omg him seeking for beauty in everything is so wholesome. Like, he randomly compliments my facial expressions or poses or literally anything I do. Sometimes it can be too much... and this man has a little trouble with personal spaces sometimes, but he always stops when I get overwhelmed by his attention. Also, HIS FRENCH NICKNAMES ARE SO LAME BUT SO CUTE.

🙄 Again, his troubles with personal space. Also, he sometimes irritates me when he just stands and stares at me... but he stops whenever he notices my piercing glare, so it's not too much of a problem!

#herr replies #f/o #f/o ask game #self ship #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #rook hunt

[dullweapons]

" you worried me. i should have known better. "

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑻 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. 🐍 ❪ no longer accepting cause this is old af ❫

his eyes opened slowly , readjusting to the low twilight . how long did he lay here ⸻ sleeping - no healing from the wounds he had gotten from the violent fray with some bastard who deemed them a threat . well , more so ray . a lucky shot through the heart was all it took to kill him .

he laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling , blinking a few times : sleeping like that ... was a taste of the void that was death . pure emptiness as he lingered between being a person & being an object . it was somewhat peaceful but unnerving ⸻ he can't tell how long he was been in the ax recovering . could be minutes or it could be weeks . finally the demon glances over to the dragon , eye hazy ... & rounded .

his hair was a mixture of brown & grey , his face softer ⸻ younger . a child barely entering adulthood : ayrin defaultly comes out of the ax when he first reforms .

❝ you never need to worry about m⸻❞ he hears his voice , so small & high pitched ! his clothes don't fit , hanging loosely over his body & that expression ... is much too stern for a child . he jolts up right , looking down at his tiny hands ... shit . ray is quick to bring his hands up to his face & remold himself , pulling at his face until the proper one comes through & the same with his body as muscles & ligaments extend & grow like a man becoming a beast but there are no sickening snaps of bones ...

he is like clay . changeable . ray goes to speak ⸻ for a moment the childish sounding voice comes out before he clears his throat again , rubbing at his neck .

❝ ... as i was saying . you don't need to worry about me . i can take it ... how long was i out ? by your concern im guessing more than a good night's rest ... ❞ a shot through the heart ? he looks up , musing to himself about his long list of deaths ... he was probably out for a few days from such a fatal wound ... those take longer to heal . least it wasn't poisoning ... ugh ⸻ that takes weeks !

#lunarscaled #⸻ RAY : in character ✦ i am a weapon & weapons don’t weep ˎˊ˗ #⸻ RAY : answered ✦ i keep everything i get ˎˊ˗ #⸻ VERSE : main ✦ gods will fall but we will rise ˎˊ˗

[zoros-onigiri]

🏖️🥥🍧 For Mishima!

Finally getting around to answering these now that I’m not dying!

Seaside self ship questions here

The beach 🏖️ - When was the last adventure/vacation/mission you went on with your f/o?

It’s been a fair while what with Kazumi being a teacher, and the only times we’re able to have a holiday/adventure are during school breaks. The last time we’ve gone out was actually to the beach though. Not on a particularly hot day so there it wasn’t full of people, but we’d had lunch, splashing around and swimming together, Kazumi helped with a sandcastle I was building, and I always have to go to see rock pools, and Kazumi finding my childishness heartwarming.

Coconut 🥥 - What are things your f/o does to express physical affection for you? (Or vice versa)

Of course he adores sharing kisses and hugs and cuddles, but we both love the feeling of running our hands through each other’s hair and brushing them over each other’s body (both giving and receiving (sfw)), fixing up each other’s clothing and brushing each other’s hair out of our faces, holding hands. And massages are especially loved and appreciated by both of us. Kazumi always tends to have a hand touching me or an arm around me absentmindedly during quiet moments.

Shaved ice 🍧- What are things your f/o does that you find particularly/oddly attractive, that are usually unconventional or perhaps are strange to find attractive? (Or vice versa)

First off, it isn’t something odd that he does, but the fact that I find it attractive since it’s a bad habit that he hides, but the smoking. He just looks hot af doing it ok?

But actual oddities? Kazumi is full of them. The theatrics, his personal style, his enthusiasm for just about everything, and the way he tries so hard to not be off putting to others while still scaring them. It’s all beautiful to me.

And I’m the same really. Kazumi finds me adorable and just enchanting really with the fact that I’m every bit as strange and dramatic as he is, and with my hyperactivity, how easily excited and pleased I am, the fact that I talk to animals, and how I’m equally obsessed with everything cute and girly, and dark and spooky. He finds me utterly precious and darling.

#addie answers 💕 #f/o ask game #kazaddie #artistic tenderness 🎨 #kazumi my beautiful mad artist 🖼️💖 #self ship #selfship #self ship ask game

[youcantwaitforsnow]

12.23.22

#December Posts

[fic-dumpster]

could u imagine one of the bonten boys purposely smearing food on their face so y/n comes up to them with a napkin to clean it off for them, JUST so they can get closer to y/n? 😩 PLS..

Sometimes I feel ppl would question this and say “that’s childish” WELL GUESS WHAT IRL MEN ARE CHILDISH AF SO THIS IS THE MOST REAL/CANON ASK EVER MUAHAHAHAHA *pats head* you came to the right place, my darling. (Also there’s that one part with Koko in a heated morning if you wanna check it out :3).

P.s. I imagine two not one. *wink*

“Mikey, you have some rice flour on your cheeks,” you moved with a napkin in hand towards him.

“Yeah? It must be from the mochi I ate” he swatted his cheek before you could reach him.

“No, the other check,” you told him. He scrubbed his other cheek, but the white spots were still there. “No, wait, let me,” now, you brought the napkin up and cleaned the white mess, leaving a kiss on his reddening cheek. “There.” Mikey didn’t say anything, but his bashful expressions told you enough.

Two pairs of curious eyes saw the exchange and wanted the same treatment from you, so they picked up some of the leftover Mochi that rested on the table before smashing it onto each other’s faces.

Kokonoi, who was peacefully reading the newspaper, saw the stupid exchange between none other than Bonten’s own dumb and dumber, in other words, Sanzu and Rindou. And he was worried you would get mad at them for dirtying the table you put so much effort in. Besides, not everyone had eaten yet. He doesn't want a Y/N mad. Nobody does.

So as a good samaritan, Kokonoi got a napkin from the table and tried to reach the pair. Only for both of the perpetrators to mouth silent no’s in his direction. Kokonoi didn't understand their stupidities. So he pressed the action.

“Koko, even though you’re so smart, sometimes you are really stupid,” murmured a white faced Sazu.

“What the hell do you mean?” Kokonoi whispered back; since those two were murmuring, he thought he should follow as well.

Rindou made circles over his mouth and then made crossed hai arms in an X shape. Kokonoi saw that and couldn't help but laugh. His loud laugh called your attention, and when you turned around, you had to make a double-take. As fast as you could, you left Mikey with his sweets, and you looked at them once again. And you couldn't believe what you saw. There, looking right into your eyes, Sanzu and Rindou with rice flour up to their foreheads, even a little of the white powder was on their clothes.

What made you chuckle as you retrieved more napkins was their eyes asking, no, screaming for your attention. Sometimes you wonder if you were a couple or you had adopted a daycare.

Seeing you were still pretty far from them. In between whispers, Rindou and Sanzu said to Kokonoi, “You’re gonna thank us later,” and smashed the rice cakes on Kokonoi’s face. One mochi per cheek.

Kokonoi, with closed eyes, moved slowly. And as soon as his hand held the newspaper he had left earlier on the table, he rolled it and attempted to smash it on any of the duo’s heads.

As you moved in between the chairs, you saw them swatting at each other. Rindou, holding Kokonoi’s arm as the long-haired man tried to smash his rolled newspaper on Sanzu’s head. At the same time, the pinknette grabbed Kokonoi’s leg, probably stopping him from kicking Rindou.

Meanwhile, Mikey kept munching on his sweets, ignoring his so-called crime lords executives.

Another normal morning in your place with Bonten. Nothing out of the ordinary.

#Sanzu and Rindou are back at it again #the usual nonsense *wink* #pls don’t play with your food dont be Sanzu and Rindou #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyorev #bonten x reader #kokonoi hajime #omificstags #rindou haitani #sano mikey manjiro x reader #omi.dih #omi.shitpost #omi.answers #mikoshibaculture

[slytherin-2-mychamber]

One Shot: His Happiness

-draco x fem!reader

-house: slytherin

-fluffy af

-set 5/6th year, no voldy

-reader and Draco are bf and gf, falls asleep in the common room and Draco carries her up to bed.

-warning: swearing

-750 words 🖤

-My Masterlist 🖤

It was a cold Friday evening at Hogwarts, Draco had just finished Quidditch practise, his body was aching, he’d already missed dinner much to his annoyance, and to top it off he’d received a letter from his father earlier that day expressing his disappointment in Dracos recent match. He could think of nothing that would cheer him up other than seeing Y/N, so he headed straight down to the Slytherin Common Room. When he walked in his eyes found her instantly, she sat on the floor by the roaring fire, wearing his spare quidditch jumper, “MALFOY” stitched across the back, her Y/H/C hair scrapped back into a messy bun, a few pieces falling into her face, twirling her quill round as she concentrated on the book in front of her. He wondered how he’d ever got so lucky to land the most beautiful girl in the school.

“Hello love” he hummed as he moved quickly towards her, before leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on her forehead.

“Draco! How was practise?” she exclaimed, pulling him down by the sleeve to join her.

Draco landed next to Y/N with a thud and a slight chuckle, “Yeh it was alright Flint was being a dick, but that’s nothing new. How are you? How was your day?” he said as he slowly layback and placed his head on Y/N’s lap.

“Yeh it was alright, although McGonagall had us working in pairs in Transfiguration and I got stuck with that insufferable know it all Granger, she kept correcting my pronunciation, until

I threatened to hex her into next week.” Y/N giggled, beginning to run her hands through her boyfriends famous platinum blonde hair.

“God she’s just as unbearable as Potter.” Draco hissed “she should know better than to piss off the most powerful witch in our year.” he said whilst starting to tickle her, Y/N erupted into a laughter that filled the room, she rolled about on the floor trying to escape Draco’s touch, until she eventually gave in, letting his hands glide over her body as his childish tickling quickly became something more. He began peppering her with kisses, Y/N giggling underneath him, and then he crashed his lips into hers, her sweet taste lingered, causing Draco to pull her even closer, he never wanted to leave this moment, she truly was his happiness.

“Bloody hell get a room you two, there’s first years in here.” the pair were suddenly interrupted by Blaise bounding over to them and placing himself on one of the sofas overlooking the fire.

“Oh don’t be jealous Zabini, it’s not a good look” Draco joked as he placed a final kiss on Y/N’s cheek, before heaving himself up and re positioning on the sofa opposite Blaise. The two boys spoke about an upcoming Quidditch match for a while, whilst Y/N continued her work on the floor in between them. Once she’d finished she gave a quick flick of her wand, all her parchment and books organised themselves into a neat pile and she joined Draco on the sofa. Draco extended his arm around her and pulled her in close, she placed her head on his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, relaxing into the vibrations sent through his body as he spoke enthusiastically with Blaise, one finger slowly tracing circles on Y/N’s shoulder. She felt her eyes become heavy as she slowly drifted off.

Y/N awoke to Draco placing her gently in her bed, Draco smiled softly at her as she opened her eyes looking slightly disorientated, “You fell asleep in the common room my love, thought you might prefer your own bed” he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Your such a cutie, you know that don’t you?” She whispered.

“Only for you.” he responded with a wink. Draco was about to turn and leave when Y/N shifted herself across to one side of her bed “Sleepover?” she pulled back her duvet and signalled for Draco to join her, he quickly obliged. He wrapped his arms round her, their warm bodies intertwined, placing a gentle kiss on her head before drifting off, she truly was his happiness.

#draco fic #draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter #potterhead #draco x slytherin!reader #draco imagine #draco x y/n #harry james potter #blaise zabini