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muniimyg · 1 year

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kimi's comfort fics (2023)

note: these fics are pretty "old" since most of the writers are no longer active or the fics have been posted years ago.. BUT !!! some are recent with active writers so i would 100% recommend u check out their other works nd send them love !!! that being said, i did not link the stories but i did link the writers 🫡 this way u can check out their other works nd blog in general 💅🏼✨

nevertheless, they are all masterpieces that have heavily inspire my work nd personal life because i am delulu 24/7 <3 this list consists of my core comfort fics like... y’all don’t even fcking know how much i love them

‼️ for the most part, all of these fics imply mature content !!! minors dni ‼️

smau recs

@firebettercallnct

color of your shirt (kth)

cuffed (knj)

stay and cook (jjk)

stole your shirt (jjk)

went through your phone (jjk)

these fics were the ones that made me absolutely fall in love with smaus. smt abt the style nd way the plot seamlessly depict a beautiful and lighthearted aura... ugh, it jus gets me every mfking time </3

@kimnjss

be my baby (myg)

cyberslut (myg)

kinda hot (kth)

cherry pickers (jjk)

plot twist (knj)

i think kez is a mastermind nd i’ve always admired her constant updates nd organization! have u seen her taglist? BRUH i could never :’) these fics rlly made me feel BUTTERFLIES i don’t know how else to describe the way kez makes these works so fcking interesting every time

headcanons

@jungshookz

stuck with you (kth)

suit & tie (myg)

hellish (myg)

basketball!captain (myg)

baby, you can drive my car (myg)

beauty & the bookworm (knj)

these headcanons literally give the serotonin boost i need. they hit so mfking good nd the energy is jus 10/10

fic recs

series and drabbles by @noteguk

bad influence: collection (jjk)

any way you want (kth)

house rules (jhs)

for science (jhs)

let me tell u... these fics were a CULTURAL RESET. god bless them nd tHE WAY NALA IS BACK??? hello. i love u so much. thank u for creating such breath-taking stories with ur incredible writing... u’re insanely talented nd i look forward to more of ur work… like fuck,, i’m so shy rn 👉🏽👈🏽

series and drabbles by @yoonpobs

with you (ksj)

back-burner (myg)

ice skating and holding hands (myg)

cold (pjm)

i absolutely went ✨ I N S A N E ✨ for back-burner yoongi. i was literally taking an accounting class (which i failed nd i have never failed anything in my life) nd thursday aka back-burner update day would literally be my motivation to mfking LIVE. i love the underlying nostalgia in these works.. i literally don’t know who i would be without these fics (i’m downplaying how much i love them arghh)

series and drabbles by @1kook

skirt chasers (jjk)

netflix & chill (jjk)

dreamy (pjm)

absolute icons. literally so well written, it’s unforgettable !!!

series and drabbles by @h0neypjm

confident (jjk)

for practice (kth)

homie hopper till i die (pjm/kth)

these are the ones that... make me feel some type of way... like… 🦋⚡️❤️‍🔥 way… yk?

series by @floralseokjin

the devil wears armani (ksj)

crystallised saga (ksj)

please be naked (myg)

i think these fics stabbed me in the heart nd the wound never healed. that’s the best way i can put it... i love anything jordan writes but these... these are litereally the bane of my existance. crystallised has so much depth in it nd i honestly feel like i’m in the story with the characters.. i’ve never experienced desperation until i read the devil wears armani because wHAT THE FUCK... pbn is... yeah. let’s just stop here..... 😪

series by @btssmutgalore

nude (kth)

bicker (kth)

benefits (pjm)

🫶🏻 ok. we need to have a conversation about nude. NUDE HAS RUINED MY LIFE. yk why? because the same way it grasps my heart,, it breaks nd makes it new. literally. like mfker rlly said “whatever u say goes” bITCHJFKJSLS IM CRYING IN THE CLUBBBBBB 🫣

series by @personasintro

mutual help (jjk)

my tiny secret

i read mh while it was jus starting.. to see how much it progressed nd how many ppl read it now is mindblowing! my tiny secret was the first ever bts fanfic i ever read... so.... YESSSS

series by @gukslut

rattled (jjk)

oh my god. this has to be my ultimate comfort fic. i’ve never read something so original nd heartbreakingly beautiful. the gradual build nd the way each character experiences nd works thru their issues... chefs kiss... i read this fic at least once a month to remember what love feels like 🥹👊🏽

drabbles by @jeonqkooks

just friends (jjk)

angel baby (jjk)

the moon, and all the stars (jjk)

this is how you fall in love (jjk)

i always see jen sharing her thoughts on my work... but bro... let me mfking tell u... her work speaks for itself. i’m so in love......

drabble by @jungkxook

let’s play: dirty (jjk)

THIS ONE IS SUCH A FUN READ. i need it injected into me tbfh. i always reread it when i’m feeling down

drabble by @angelgukks

pu$$y fairy (jjk)

can not be beat. mfking love this drabble fr

i also want to take the time to express my deepest love nd thank u to the writers who have left this platform. to the writers who have moved on nd left us with memories of their work; ur efforts nd storylines will remain in my heart forever <3

i esp loved a lover’s kiss by @hueseok .

#ask muni #🌱: kimi writes #bts social media au #bts fic #bts fake texts #bts fic rec #bts angst #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts smut #bts series

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candiid-caniine · 6 months

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Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

#t4t nsft #asks #gen #denial #h/d #advice #💫 anon

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autistichalsin · 4 months

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I wonder if you have thoughts on like.... the other members of his grove? and halsin relating to them? bc apart from rath and maybe two more, they all seem very dicky to me 🤔 and ya, halsin said it's been a burden, and being a kind-hearted dude like him leading a bunch of bastards that think so highly of themselves could definitely contribute to the stress. I guess i don't get it? the one at the steps by the bear is like 'hold on give them a chance' @ the bear when we come in but then in the same breath is like 'no step further or i show you my claws' and seems like has to be talked down from being hostile by third druid; then later when we stop the ritual she's like 'we stopped the chanting but that doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful to this place' and some rando other druid went something along the lines of 'you're overstaying your welcome' - im just thinking how horrible halsin's life must have been surrounded by pricks like that 😔

Short version: yeah, everyone but Rath, Nettie, and Apikusis suck lol

Long version: everyone but Rath, Nettie, and Apikusis suck, BUT you can see several who are having doubts about what they're doing, and many of them come back to themselves once Halsin returns.

There were, I think, multiple things going on here:

By his own admission, Halsin wasn't a very strong leader. He never had leadership skills taught or modeled for him before becoming Archdruid, and further, his promotion was under incredibly traumatic circumstances. The survivor guilt, the admiration he had towards the previous Archdruid, likely left him not wanting to fully engage with the role out of fear of replacing him or at least seeming to do so.

The refugee situation was noted to be causing stress at the Grove as supplies were dwindling (I guess we're supposed to forget Goodberry is a spell ANY Druid can do, lol). This would have not only sown resentment against Halsin and the refugees for putting them in this situation, but crucially, it would have given an outsider enemy for the Grove. Cults (like the Shadow Druids) operate at their strongest when they have a threat, or appearance of one, to unite members and potential members under. "We are the only ones who can keep you safe from these outsiders who may be from hell itself, who are using all your supplies and contributing nothing, who are the reason you're being attacked by goblins every other day." And Halsin, as much as I love him, showed poor judgment in going with the goblins at that precise moment, and with little explanation to the others. It shows where his heart and priorities are- always with the Shadow-Cursed Lands first- but that would not be an endearing things for his stressed Druids.

Kagha not only fell in with this cult, but unfortunately, she had a lot of what Halsin was lacking as a leader- she just chose to use this skills for evil. She was persuasive (something Halsin admits he wasn't so good at), she presented herself as being concerned with the group's welfare in a way Halsin wasn't quite able to do (since his heart was elsewhere), and her zealotry seemed preferable to the other Druids in contrast to Halsin's mixed attention.

This cannot be understated: the Grove was deliberately targeted by Ketheric Thorm. He knew from experience that the Grove posed a significant threat, and he ordered his underlings to make contact with the Shadow Druids and send them to the Emerald Grove, to either persuade them to carry out the Rite of Thorns or at least cause so much division that the social bonds collapsed entirely and the Grove was left too divided to be able to accomplish anything. Ketheric and the Shadow Druids were able to find all of the above weaknesses and exploit them effortlessly.

So then it became a game of scapegoating, which is a favored recruitment technique of cults. "We're here because of the Other, and because our leader was too weak to fix the problem before it got this bad. We need a new leader; a leader who cares only for us and isn't afraid to tell the truth about these immigrants refugees who want to destroy America our Grove by leading gangsters and drug lords goblins right to us! Build the Wall Perform the Rite of Thorns!"

No one is immune to propaganda and everyone is a potential target for cults. It very well could be that all of the Druids, even Kagha, were once genuinely kind people who were manipulated by the cult into believing their kindnesses would get the Grove destroyed; they took on the "it's us or them" mentality.

For the timeframe to work, it either would have had to be happening in secret before Halsin left, or Halsin would have had to be gone for a while; since we know it wasn't TOO terribly long but hadn't JUST happened either, my guess is that Kagha had been spreading Shadow Druid doctrine in secret for some time, and had been planning to usurp Halsin's position even if he hadn't been kidnapped. That just made it easier once it happened. (There is a formal process within the Druids to challenge an Archdruid for their position; I don't know if Halsin even would have fought Kagha that hard if she kept her true intentions a secret. He had faith in her at this point after all, and didn't want the leadership position. That's a terrifying thought.)

So, then, Halsin comes back, and sees evil ideas spreading in all his Druids, starting with Kagha. Depending on the player's actions, he may or may not know it goes deeper than her. He can also see that his reputation has been severely damaged, if not ruined, in his absence; almost none of the Druids have any respect for him anymore. So he makes the wise decision to bring in Francesca, who they have no choice but to respect, and backs away himself. At this point, he intends to return someday when the Druids have been deprogrammed, but of course, later he decides it's not worth it anyway.

So back to: how bad must his life have been surrounded by that? Well, as mentioned, my headcanon is he wasn't surrounded by it very long, if at all. He thought everything was just normal, until he got back from being kidnapped and quickly found it very much wasn't. Whether that's better or worse, though, is up to interpretation. What's worse- seeing those you love fall victim to a cult, or thinking everything is completely fine, and then one day discovering they've been sucked in deep and there's nothing you can do to persuade them anymore since they've come to see you as The Enemy?

In any case, Halsin deserved much better, and I like to think he keeps in touch with Nettie, Rath, and Apikusis after the epilogue, even if he keeps his distance from the Grove itself.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #kagha

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midnight-black2 · 9 days

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hii! im sending in a request for Jann in the Archie Mademay event :) and this is my first time so sorry im nervous😅!

but prompt 11 really piqued my interest, thought about maybe a (before gt academy) nerdy and shy gamer Jann x popular sporty reader? thank you for your time bye bye :] !!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : you can't keep neither your mind off of jann nor your hands off of him either

disclaimers : not many, sub!jann, softdom!reader, kissing in public, pretty mild

note : i listened to the song sparks by coldplay while making this, so that's were i got the title, just so it doesn't seem as random lol

most people found it weird how much attention you showed jann. after all, he was close enough to a nobody.

man, society is weird.

all these unattainable standards set by messy, emotional, little humans. i mean, if you wanted to see jann, why should anyone try to stop you? you liked who you liked, and it's not like you could help it. besides, jann was sweet, cute, and ambitious. in your opinion, he was the dream guy.

you two would eat lunch together, walk each other to classes you had during the day, average college couple stuff. you never let anyone give him a hard time, and whenever you attended a social event, he was by your side (whether he wanted to be there or not). he attended all of your [sports] games, etc. the coupley stuff wasn't the weirdest part to people. the weirdest part to people was that you chose to do the coupley stuff with him. you had lines of guys and girls waiting, patiently. stalking and clinging, nagging and hanging--yet you chose him.

people talked, of course they did. negative or positive, they talked.

but over time, it got better. the jealousy never really subsided, but when the two of you walked through the halls, not as many people stared. and when you guys attended parties, not as many people ignored jann.

either way, you couldn't care less. you loved jann more than anything. nothing would change that.

you guys were sat a desk in the back of the library. quiet giggles and whispers could be heard. it was supposed to be a tutoring session, but it always turned out a different way. you always found him more interesting than algebra (or...calculus..?) and simply ended up making out. as jann explained the equation, your eyes lingered on him. you took in his facial features, admiring him not-so-subtly. he didn't notice until he looked over, and his eyes widened slightly. he smiled, before clearing his throat.

"so, do you understand? or do you need me to explain it better?" he asked, and you didn't answer. you didn't quite care, frankly. you weren't failing math, you had a 92%, which is borderline, but far from failing. so, it wasn't your biggest priority. in all honesty, you only kept up with these tutoring sessions to see him. you simply held his gaze, a look on your face he couldn't exactly read.

"were you even paying attention?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"no, not really."

"and by that you mean not at all, huh?" he asked, rhetorically. you nodded, with a small shrug. he laughed, before looking down. "so, uhm, what were you thinking about then?"

"three guesses," you said, smiling. you thought he had to have known by now, considering this is what you do every tutoring session.

"wha-Y/N, you know i'm not very good at this," he replied, cocking his head to the side in slight thought.

"oh cmon, it should be easy," you stated, with a playful eye roll. he lifted his hands up in defense.

"i really don't know," he said, and you couldn't help the laugh the emitted from you.

"gosh jann, you're smart, nerdy, but so incredibly dense."

"well then...just tell me. please?" he asked. and really, how could you say no to him? was it possible if you even wanted to? no. would you really ever want to? also no.

"i'm thinking about how cute you are. you and your perfect pink lips, how kissable they look, and your adorable curls--god, i'm thinking about you, jann. when am i ever not?" you say, leaning in closer as you speak your mind. he was slightly taken aback, before he leaned in as well. he didn't know what to say, so he didn't. he had this look in his eyes you knew all too well.

"can i...?" he queried, reluctantly. you grinned.

"you don't have to ask for a kiss, jann."

"right--sorry." you chuckled, before you kissed him. it was sweet, like honey. he was the one to pull away first.

"you know, you always do this," he said, with a head shake, but with an irresistible beam across his face.

"i know, just can't get enough of you," you said, kissing his cheek. you pecked his lips, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere you could. your hand cupped his face, and he seemed to lean into your touch. you went up for another kiss, which was a bit more feverish this time. your bodies felt hot, and you couldn't wait any longer. or...maybe you could, but you definitely didn't want to.

"let's go to my dorm, yeah?" you said, and he nodded eagerly.

goodness you loved that boy.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#archie madekwe #dom reader #dom!reader #jann mardenborough #jann x reader #jann mardenborough x reader #request #archie mademay

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pink-tea · 1 year

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U ANSWERED MY ASK CANT BELIVE IM A FIRST HELLOOO????-? No bc ur writting is incredible cant believe there isnt more of ur brain 💔 tyun in pink is ruining my life. hes so adorable i want to kwlsm inwant to overstimulate him!

I did!! thank you for submitting, I had been checking every other day and got so excited to see one <3 and thank you so much!!! literally I’ve been losing my mind over pink hair taehyun since the day of the comeback </3

☆ minors dni (18+)

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just imagining the way the way he would absolutely melt into the sheets as you take your time with him, leaving feather-like touches all over his thighs and trailing up his abs. he's flinching at every touch cause he's already so painfully hard, the feeling of your lips and body against his enough to send him over the moon. he wants to beg you to touch him, but at the same he just loves the way he feels under your gaze.

you look at him like he's your entire world is, your perfect boy, all spread out and needy just for you. his lips are red and swollen not just because of your kisses, but also because of his subconscious nibbling as he waits to receive what you give him.

he can only wait so long, though, and soon enough he's whining and reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck. "don't just tease me," he groans, back arching off the sheets with a gasp as you trail a finger up the muscle of his stomach. you smile, tilting your head as you watch him try to seduce you to get what he wants. he's had you wrapped around your finger since the moment you saw him

"just wanna worship my perfect boy, is that okay with you?" you coo, watching taehyun's brows furrow as he obviously fights the urge to swoon while also fighting the urge to tell you to fuck him already. hesitating, he shakes his head. "i want to feel you," he insists, leaving butterfly kisses up your neck and underneath your jaw, sweetly (just how you like it).

"how?" you question, finally trailing your whole palm down to touch the weeping head of taehyun's cock. your other hand anchors itself next to his head, and you hear your lover gasp before you feel his whole body arch up into yours.

"like that! j-just like that," he practically cries before trying to reel in his own enthusiasm. but you love hearing him sound so desperate and needy for your touch, and soon you begin fisting him at a pace so contrary to your sweet words earlier. his gasps and moans go into you ear and only urge you to make him cum faster, wrist twisting and thumb coming to swipe the precum leaking from his tip.

he's so sensitive and you can tell, his own precum acting like a messy lube as it makes lewd noises with every movement. taehyun looks gorgeous like this, underneath you and completely at your mercy as he tries not to lose himself in the feeling of the pleasure you give him. it's a shame that he can't last longer due to how pent up he's been, but it only makes the wheels in your head start to turn with a cruel idea.

"ah, fuck, cumming, cumming," he warns you soon after, voice breaking off into a whine as he spills into your palm, coating your fingers with his cum.

"did such a good job, my perfect boy did such a good job for me," you praise with a smile, kissing around his face as he slowly begins to come down from his high. you let him catch his breath, but soon you're back to twisting your wrist around his cock once it starts to soften. you feel his whole body jolt back into consciousness as he looks up at you, eyes wide and caught off-guard .

"i wanna see you come all undone for me again," you grin, not really expecting a response as taehyun's head rolls back against the mattress. his pink hair spreads on the pillow beneath him like a halo, and you admire the view of his glossy eyes as the overstimulation starts to mix pain with pleasure. he moans out something incoherent, one of his hands grasping at the sheets underneath him while the other goes to claw at the hand next to him, interlacing your fingers together.

"i don't know if i can," he sobs, hips stuttering and head thrashing lightly as his orgasm builds up right after his first. you frown at the answer before digging your thumb into his slit, making him cry out as he looks up at you through his own confusion and lust.

"then just take what i give you," you decide, hearing your name start to fall from his lips like a mantra as you lead him straight to his second high.

#sub txt #dom reader #sub taehyun #txt x reader #txt smut #drabble #obviously got a little carried away #overstim #taehyun x reader #pinktea asks

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jinlias · 10 months

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— home can be a person | ryujin

a/n: this was inspired on a poem that really did a number on me, but then i fell in love with the idea i was creating so i might turn this into an au! of course, there’s no one else i can picture but her. this is a bit long, so sit tight.

<3 college club leader! reader. vet school! students ryujin and reader

what a strange home.

no white picket fence, but it does have two brown eyes

you never understood how people could fall for someone’s eyes. sure, some people had incredibly beautiful eyes, but that was about it. no other pair of orbs had ever captured your attention but hers.

they’re warm, welcoming and so understanding. you had a feeling they would stick around for longer since the moment you stumbled upon them.

“hello! i’m y/n. the leader of the organization. just to let you know there is no pressure to sign up. but im here to help if you have any questions” you had already started talking as soon as you felt the presence, you hadn’t bothered to look up from the pamphlets you were purposely scattering to make presentable. and when you did, you regret having done it so late.

because there she was, bright, doe eyes paying all the attention to you as you speak.. and then she nods and gives you the most delicate smile you’ve ever seen. you are mesmerized.

she proceeds to run her eyes across the many photos and informational pamphlets before grabbing one and skimming through it.

“how exactly does this work? we just rescue animals and help them survive?”

“well, im glad you asked” you had to gulp once out of your trance and nod, opening one of the white binders close to you. “do you just like animals or are you majoring in something close?”

“both” she smiles softly, she looks like she’s dying to speak of it, like she’s truly passionate about her career choice. “im in my first year of vet school, you?”

“sophomore” the warm smile you send back has her ears turning hot. “okay, so. i don’t know how far you’ve been oriented, but we have a shelter just out of campus. it belongs to us, but that way visitors won’t have to come over and can just focus on finding the right companion”

you keep showing her photos of maps and different angles of the shelter, both inside and out. when you look up, she’s already admiring you, but she nods to let you know she’s still listening.

“right, on campus we have a clinic, anyone from freshman to seniors can join our club and in said clinic we treat the animals we rescue, once they’re healthy and happy, we transfer them to the shelter”

“wow” she chuckles in awe, covering her mouth and swallowing hard as her eyes water at all the before and after pictures.

“yeah” you chuckle with her, enjoying the view. “we also gather a few times a month to hold fundraisers and adoption centers for both alumni’s and not…” you lean over the table and put a hand on your mouth as if to tell her a secret “you’d be surprised how many ra’s turn a blind eye to students with pets”

her eyes widen as she nods slowly.

“so, have i caught your interest…” you let her finish the sentence for you

“ryujin” she smiles again. “and yes. you have. where do i sign up?”

“here you go” you hand her a sheet and a pen “ryujin, has a nice roll to the tongue.”

“thanks, apparently it means strength and nobleness” she smiles as she finishes writing her full name and phone number (per the sheet’s request) “so, y/n. just a sophomore and you’re already the leader. care to discuss how you pulled that off over coffee?”

it’s your turn to get shy and hot. both your ears and cheeks as your smile goes to an o shape and back to a smile. “i don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but i have to be here until five?”

“that’s okay, i have a class at three, maybe i can help you clean up when i’m done and we can head from there?” she watches as you take half a second to think it over and nod.

“it’s a date”

no hardwood floors .. instead, a soft voice

“morning” you had given ryujin a spare to your dorm a few months ago, and every day since you were grateful for your decision, because most of the days she was able to come over a hour before her class and wake you. sometimes she would make you breakfast at her own dorm and bring it over, sometimes she would make right in your own kitchen. “come onnn we have animals to save”

you found it amusing how ryujin flipped your world entirely. you didn’t expect to die alone, you were just content with finishing your studies before focusing on the right person. but the idea of having someone to spend your life with, but they also adored you and looked at you like you put the stars in the sky felt blissful.

you chose to think your love for your career choice was what drove you to wake up so early every morning, but deep down you were aware her voice did most of the heavy lifting.

also, you never thought anyone could love your major more than you, until ryujin. you were so excited to see her everyday, even more so when it had to do with animals, she was so attentive and she really tried to look for any option that would cause them the less pain and anxiety.

like today, your team was scheduled to meet early in the morning and inspect an alley for sick kittens, according to the call you received a few days ago. you were never, ever prepared for what you encountered there though, countless kitties from all different breeds, in inhumane conditions.

“oh my god” ryujin’s voice cracked “c’mere baby, i’m gonna help you. i promise”

in her mission to get one cat’s attention, another also approached. but of course, ryujin offered her embrace to both. they were her responsibility now, just like the three little ones at your feet were yours.

ryujin stood by both of the kittens’ sides as they got all their vaccines, dewormed, spayed.. she sat with them and sometimes sang them to sleep, or she’d cuddle them, tell them about your days together.

and you just watched from afar, too inlove with her to do anything else, you knew from the way she spoke to them she would be home for them too.

no huge backyard,

but it has hands big enough to completely wrap around mine.

no one knew how hard it had been for you and ryujin other than you and ryujin. no one could put themselves in your shoes but each other. no one knew about the late nights you spend making flashcards or asking each other questions. the nights ryujin spent crying because her patients had spent another month at the shelter without any possible adopters. but it had the better moments, of course.

ryujin adopting byul and dallie, moving to your own shared apartment out of campus, meeting your families over the holidays. and just the many, many memories you made together as a couple.

so to have her waiting for you at the other end of the stage after you had just received your diploma brought you all that more peace than just finishing five years of hard work. the way she held your hand and telling you how amazing your speech was, about all the pictures she took while you were on stage. just the pride emanating from her body like a scent, or a vibe..

you were home.

#i am so excited for this au #itzy imagine #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #ryujin imagine #ryujin imagines #ryujin x you

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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secret admirer? pt. 3

bakugo, midoriya, todoroki (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy headcanons

warnings: swearing but there's swearing in all my fics man idk

notes: im back

masterlist | request | part one | part two

bakugo !

the grand reveal

this guy seriously likes to make everything a competition

todoroki wanted to confess first? oh fuck no. he’s going first without a doubt.

he acknowledges the fact that you could reject him, but he’s determined to try.

by “try” it’s like

“i'm your secret admirer. the better one. go out with me.”

he’s… eerily calm…

but very commanding???

anyway

you say you like him too

would stand there processing for a bit

he's just letting it sink in

and then

he would grin so mf smugly

literal definition of a shit-eating grin

then, "sunday?"

"sure"

"great. 2pm. i'll send you the address."

he takes you on a hike with a bunch of food that he cooked in his backpack

it’s like a picnic

with the most incredible view ever

afterward

who needs gifts when you get to see his pretty face

kidding

he still gives you gifts

regularly

if not even more regularly than before

and they’re even more incredible

you’ll get fine dining in a bento box if you’re with bakugo

this guy doesn’t do ‘mediocre’

it’s either go beyond or it’s nothing

would spoil you rotten

(but would deny it vehemently to anyone that asked)

only the best for the best, right??

midoriya !

the grand reveal

he blurts it out.

accidentally too.

he is not subtle

couldn’t be further from subtle

he would nearly try to retract it

but then he looks at your face and he just

“yeah….”

would stand there awkwardly until you reply

you say you like him too

bro is flabbergasted

“wh— really!?”

“yeah really”

“holy crap!!!!!!!!!!!”

will literally start glowing

cover your eyes because god damn his smile is beaming

he’ll ask you out if you don’t do it first

albeit he’ll do it very……………..uhhh

if he asks you out, he’s a mess basically

completely forgot what he was gonna say

it’s just so awesome that you like him back

will mentally fist-bump the fact that you like him and not todoroki or bakugou

afterward

continues to give you gifts (though less regularly given that he gifts you with his wonderful face)

loves to spend quality time with you

who needs gifts when you can talk

(although, he will put extra extra effort into the hero notebooks he writes for you)

todoroki !

the grand reveal

he's a tad inexperienced

buys you flowers (he saw it on wikihow)

holds them out awkwardly and says

"i'm your secret admirer... would you like to go on a date with me?"

if he's embarrassed the most he'll show is averting his eyes

maybe he'll blush a bit

(the flowers he got you are red roses)

(he's a little basic, forgive him)

you say you like him too

his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and he smiles a little

"friday?"

takes you out to a super fancy restaurant

afterward

instead of increasing the quantity of his gifts, he increases the quantity of time he spends with you

he'll try and find gifts that are really meaningful to you.

sometimes he'll make little ice sculptures - not anything professional or amazing, but its the thought that counts

also, he's pretty touchy

mans is touch-starved fr

always holding your hand under the table at lunch

he's also a tad bit possessive

only subtly, and in the healthy way (not in the 'everyone who touches you should die' kind of way)

whenever someone gets too flirty or too touchy or whatever he'll somehow create a master plan so that he can sit/stand between you and them

likes it very much when you wear anything he gave you

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byebyelullabye · 2 years

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fifteen ~ b.b (part 2)

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

During the summer of her fifteenth year, Y/n L/n realizes the nature of her affections for her best friend Benedict Bridgerton. All the while, the Bridgerton family continually grows exasperated with the pair’s stolen glances and longing stares.

masterlist

~ seven (part 1)

a/n: here she is!! sorry if she's a bit late huhuuu i went in a different direction than originally planned bc i saw the potential in friends to lovers also i wanted more of that mutual respect and admiration. and im a sucker for idiots yearning for each other. once again i experimented with writing styles. pls feel free to spew feedback :)

warnings: horrible ending (my apologies in advance, my English is not that great), annoyed family, agonizing amounts of mutual pining with no resolution (at least not yet), benedict bridgerton (his cuteness deserves its own warning, proceed with caution)

August 13, 1801

Dearest Benedict,

Oh, how I wish you could be here. The word beautiful would be an insult to such magnificence as this. My mother continues to describe Venice as lovely but I fear the English language has yet to create a word to encapsulate the awe I am feeling for every breath I take here. There is so much scenery for the eyes to feast on, I fear I may be blinded. No doubt that you, the incredible painter that you are, could spend an entire lifetime here and never stop. When I am not reading or strolling about the gardens and statues, I think of you. I think of how you would love it here. I think of how you would see it, through those artistic eyes of yours. How you would wax poetic about every single blade of grass. How I would still be enraptured by your words.

I do hope you never get bored of my rambling. I am buzzing with anticipation of every letter from you and news of Mayfair. As much as I love home, excitement flows through the air in Venice so I have much to tell you in the coming days. I send your family all my love. Send me any of your poetry, how I treasure them so.

With love,

Y/n

Every morning of the summer of his fifteenth year, Benedict Bridgerton awoke bright and early with one purpose in mind: to await the letters from his most cherished friend, Y/n L/n, whose family had decided to travel across Europe once more. And usually, everywhere Y/n went, Benedict followed like a lost puppy but as it was, his parents drew the line at following her all the way to Venice. Benedict had never been separated from her for such a long time before, and so, whenever he was not reading or awaiting her letters, he spent his time moping.

And every morning of the past two months, the thunderous rumbling of Benedict's shoes dashing down the stairs had served as the alarm for the awakening of his family. Not because they wanted to, mind you, but rather because every morning, Benedict eagerly sprinted down the stairs with no regard for the other occupants of the house. Every step he took boomed like an earthquake throughout the staircase. When he awoke, everyone else followed suit.

Upon landing on the first floor, Benedict inquired with the maids and footmen and upon realizing that no letters had been delivered yet, he sulked his way to the drawing-room and flung himself on the sofa, waiting in sour suspense.

The family consensus was that the sooner Y/n returned, the better. In the meantime, Benedict was not to be reminded of anything related to her, which proved to be no small task since Benedict spent every waking moment hopelessly pining for his dear friend. And while he always referred to her as his ‘dearest friend’, almost all of Mayfair knew he meant ‘queen of his heart’.

He brightened whenever she walked into a room but dimmed when she left. When Y/n spoke, Benedict listened with all his senses captivated by her. His eyes naturally gravitated toward her, finding her in every soiree and smiling when he did. He kept every little memento of their time together from flower pressings to books they read to each other. On top of all that, all of his sketchbooks were filled to the brim with drawings and sketches of Y/n’s features. Her eyes. Her smile. Her lips. Her hair. Her hands. Even more so now that she was gone since Benedict took irrational measures to ensure he would never forget her lovely face.

While she was there, his pining was only tiresome. The staring. The gazing. The sketching. But with Y/n gone, it became unbearable.

So when her latest letter arrived a few hours later during breakfast, the entire family breathed a humongous sigh of relief. For now, Benedict was satisfied. Lord and Lady Bridgerton share glances at each other, reminiscing their own lovestruck youth. Anthony and Colin sport matching looks of smug smirks, no doubt to tease their middle brother once they corner him after the meal. On the other hand, Daphne and Eloise search their older brother’s expression for a sign of what was on his mind. Would his pining grow worse? Would the sisters have to vacate the premises to escape him?

But all of his family's reactions fade away as he tears through the soft, creamy envelope that bore subtle hints of Y/n’s distinct floral scent. His eyes rapidly devoured the contents of the paper. With every word lovingly written in her handwriting, Benedict could hear her melodious voice speaking in his ear. So far, her family was touring Venice at the moment. He reread the letter three times before letting out a breath, tracing the closing words at the edge of the page.

With love, Y/n

Her salutations always changed like the weather depending on the events of her day, the urgency of her writing, or the ardor of her spirit, but her farewell remained the same:

With love, Y/n

Benedict couldn’t help himself but let a giddy smile spread across his face. He brought his hand to cover up his face and looked down but with how wide he was grinning and how bright his eyes were shining, it was no use. Everyone around the table could see it. Who knows, Y/n could probably see it all the way in Venice (if she looked hard enough).

Without another word, Benedict rushes out of the room. His stomping shoes disrupt the quiet of the otherwise peaceful meal. Everyone, sans Colin who eyed his brother's half-eaten breakfast, followed Benedict with their eyes as he sprinted his way to his room. No one had to ask. They all knew what he was doing.

"Mother, what is that saying about love and how irrational one acts without it?", Daphne asks from the end of the table with a curious albeit teasing tone.

Eloise pipes up across her, "Oh, I know! I know! I am stupider without the other half of my brain"

A booming laugh erupts from Lord Bridgerton, who always appreciated Eloise's snark (no matter how much her mother disapproved).

"Eloise, we do not call other people stupid" Lady Bridgerton reprimands her daughter. After a second she adds as an afterthought, "No matter how irrational they may be acting"

Snickers and chuckles ripple through the table. Not necessarily directed at Benedict only, though all of the family could agree that he was nonsensical nowadays.

"But Mama, what is the saying?" Daphne asks once more.

Lord Bridgerton reaches for his wife's hand and looks into her eyes before answering, "The saying, darling Daphne, is that absence makes the heart grow fonder"

As he declared those words, upstairs, Benedict was rummaging for paper to pen his reply. The world fades out again as all he thinks of is seeing Y/n again. How will their reunion be? When will it be? Has she changed? Will their friendship change? Will they still be friends?

He brushed those thoughts away. All that matters now was the letter at hand. He writes as if at any moment he is to be struck by lightning, quick and frenzied, all the words pouring like water as he scrambles to collect his most important thoughts. I miss you, he writes twice. No matter how forward that may seem, it does not make it any less true. He misses her, with his heart and soul.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Oh, indeed.

Two days later and nearly a thousand miles away, Y/n L/n was pacing back and forth along one of the most breathtaking villas she’s ever seen. But her breathing came in shallow and ragged puffs of air. Her clip-clopping footsteps were short and hurried. Her eyesight was growing so blurry she could not even appreciate the view before her, too preoccupied with the scrambling thoughts buzzing in her head.

You see, five days earlier, Y/n had sent another letter to her friend Benedict Bridgerton and the consequences of her actions had finally caught up to her. Their correspondence may seem insignificant, perhaps mundane, but it is a given rule by the Ton that unmarried ladies cannot write to unmarried gentlemen.

And though neither of them was considered out in society yet, their letters may still be considered quite scandalous, especially coming from respectable families. Especially if her words were taken out of context.

Dearest Benedict,

With love, Y/n

If the Ton, or heaven forbid her mother, ever got ahold of her letters, both their families would be shunned from society. It would break her family’s heart to see her undone, all before she could be presented before the queen. And Y/n could never forgive herself if she were the cause of the tarnishing of the Bridgerton name.

But maybe she’s getting ahead of herself.

She breathes in, sitting down on a bench while she collects her bearings.

Benedict has proven time and time again that he can be trusted with her innermost thoughts and secrets. She’s sure that he would never let anyone read their private letters, seeing as they were written and read for their eyes only. He would never betray her like that.

She breathes out, but then new questions sprout into her mind.

What would the recipient himself think of the letters?

Was she too irritating? Too conceited? Was she too forward? How would Benedict see her then? If he thought of the letter as romantic? Would he be disgusted? Would he turn her away? Would he disregard their friendship?

But among all the loud booming voices of her anxieties, a little one in the back of her mind asked, what does it matter what he thinks?

Well, Y/n tried to reason to herself, Benedict was her friend. It is normal to seek approval from a friend. To know what they think of you, if they think of you with as high a regard as you do for them. It is also normal to miss your dear friend. To look at the stars outside your window and wonder if they are looking at the same ones. To recall the sound of their laughter, playing it in a loop in your head every night before you sleep. To yearn for a simple touch. To ponder their thoughts and to lament the distance between you. To ache for their words, so much so that you wake every dawn to await every letter. Like she had every day since her travel started.

That was normal, right?

She could miss her friends in Mayfair. She misses Eloise and her poorly concealed snorts of laughter. She misses Penelope and her shrewd eye. She misses Daphne and her devoted sensibility. But Benedict…

Her yearning for Benedict is different. Different in a way that she cannot describe yet. She set her eyes on the view before her, pondering how she could paint her feelings in words.

All she knows is that… her longing(?) for his companionship runs deeper. Sadder. Lonelier. More than any longing she feels for anyone else at home.

Home

Benedict is home.

Now, where did that thought come from?

It is true though, the little voice in her head insists. When she thinks of home, she thinks of the green, green grass of the Bridgerton estate. The hustle and bustle of their home. How quiet her house is compared to theirs. How her eyes search for Benedict in every room only to find him staring and smiling back at her. She thinks of Benedict. Everything reminding her of home reminds her of him. His smile. His laugh. His eyes.

Now that kind of thinking… that is not so normal.

But that doesn’t have to mean anything, does it?

Unless…

Unless what? The little voice in her head will not quiet down.

Unless…

Oh.

Nearly two months later, Benedict found himself the past three days sitting in front of the windowsill as his eyes scanned every passing carriage, trying to discern every passenger. His razor-sharp focus distracted him from his repeatedly bouncing leg. A tic that was slowly driving everyone in the room insane. More insane than all of his hopeless pining.

Now, why has Benedict been situating himself to the window?

The answer to that lies folded in his hands. Three mornings ago, Y/n wrote to him with only seven words.

Dear Benedict,

I'm coming home.

Love, Y/n

Whump!

The sound made when Y/n ran into Benedict’s arms. He spun her around a few times with a smile on his face and his nose buried in her neck.

Thump!

The sound made when they tumbled to the ground.

In Y/n’s defense, what else do you expect her to do when she sees the object of her affections for the first time after a whole summer? And what else was Benedict supposed to do? Not welcome the girl- nay, woman- he loves with literal open arms?

Y/n laughs at the sudden fall. At least before she realizes that she is on top of Benedict. And before she realizes that he has been silently staring at her the whole time. Have his eyes always been this blue? Like the sea after the storm?

She looks into his eyes, lost in them, unable to say a word. Her tongue is tied because everything she wants to say cannot be said yet. It would not only be awkward but improper as well to say them at a time like this.

I miss you.

I’m sorry it took me eight years to realize I am in love with you.

Before the impromptu staring contest can continue, Benedict clears his throat and remembers where they are, breaking Y/n’s trance. She stands up and extends her hand to him and he takes it. When he finally stands up, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he brings it to his lips and plants a lingering kiss on her hand. All while looking at her with his piercing gaze.

Y/n grows warm with a mixture of giddiness and surprise. Benedict had never kissed her in any way before and her heart soared at the new show of affection. She wouldn’t have minded if he did it again at some point. She smiles dopily before directing her eyes to the ground, thankful that they weren’t in public but standing before the grand entryway of the Bridgerton House.

“I take it that you missed me, then?” Benedict asks coyly.

Did he read my mind? I-

“What gave me away?” Y/n answers much too quickly.

“Nothing really. I just guessed from the look on your face before you tackled me to the ground” He has the audacity to smirk. Oh, Lord.

"Wha- Tackle? I di- I-I did not tackle you to the ground." Y/n retorts, trying to maintain at least some of her dignity.

“Oh, really? What would you call it then?” He really is smug today, adorable bastard.

Y/n doesn’t resist utilizing some of her newfound knowledge, “Well, the Italians would call it a cadere or a tumble.”

Benedict slowly crosses his arms, “My, my, my. Are you showing off, dear Y/n? Didn’t know you had it in you. Your travels have changed you.”

She straightens her spine a little more and raises her chin, meeting his eyes with a determined gaze.

“Summer has changed me." She continues, "Though I will admit that the travels were a great contributing factor. Do you know how incredible it is to witness such beauty?” She asked sincerely, her eyes softening.

Looking at Y/n, with her hair illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the window, creating a halo around her head. With her small smile playing on her lips whenever she spoke to him, with her flushed cheeks from all the excitement, looking more like an angel every day. He smiled. I do know.

Just then, Lady Bridgerton came in.

“Ah, I thought I heard your voice! And I see that Benedict is already stealing all of your company away.”

“Mother, please do not spread lies like that. Daphne or Colin might hear you”

“But I did hear Y/n’s voice. And here she is. That is no lie, Benedict”, Lady Bridgerton is nothing but accustomed to any of her son’s shenanigans.

“What I meant was, I didn’t steal Y/n. I am the one she came to see anyway.” He smugly regains his composure while Y/n darts her eyes between mother and son frantically.

She exclaims a bit louder than she intended, “Good morning, Lady Bridgerton! Forgive me for not greeting you sooner!” She curtsies a little too hurriedly that she stumbles but Benedict is there to hold her arms to steady her before she falls down again.

“Good morning to you too, Miss L/n. Will you join us for tea? Maybe regale us with tales of your travels? Benedict might benefit from it since he is yet to go on his Tour…” Lady Bridgerton is also nothing if not clever.

Y/n looked at Benedict standing beside her, a playful quirk emerging on the corner of her lips. “I would be honored to”, she answered, never taking her eyes off him.

“Now, was this before or after you fell into a lake?” Benedict asks before taking a sip of tea.

Y/n’s eyes widen as she turns her head, checking to see if anyone within the vicinity heard Benedict’s words. She slowly turns to look at him to find him hiding his smirk with a cup of tea. Somewhat infuriated, she grabs the side of his shirt to pull him close enough so she could whisper into his ear, “I wrote that to you in confidence.”

He continues sipping his tea with a smirk, “Y/n, there is no one here beside us. Thankfully, my mother took the hint that two friends should be allowed to catch up with supervision.”

Y/n shrugs and blinks at her teacup, tilting her head, then taking a sip. “I suppose that is fair.”

Benedict claps his hands twice to direct her attention to him again. “Well then, now that is out of the way. Continue with tales of your travels, dear Miss L/n. How does it feel to be a lady of culture?”

“Correction: a woman of culture”, she corrects him.

“Now that you are a woman of culture, do you still hold a love for Mayfair? For England?”, Benedict pouts.

Y/n looks at him affronted and starts passionately, “Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do. My family passed by the Lake District just about North of here and oh Benedict, it’s just-”

She sighs and closes her eyes, then snaps out of her trance and-

Gasp

Slightly mortified, Y/n continues, “Well, now that I think about it, maybe you should not go there”

She quickly becomes unusually quiet. Sipping her tea and taking dainty bites off the plate of biscuits, refusing to look Benedict in the eye.

“And why ever not? What could possibly taint your perspective? After all your praise in your letters?", Benedict asks.

Y/n sighs before continuing, “If you must know, it is because upon exploring, I found the lakes where all the poets went to die. And no scenery, no matter how exquisite, is worth you dying”

Benedict is stunned silent, his jaw hanging open. He closes and opens his mouth repeatedly to form words but nothing comes out until-

“You overestimate my abilities, dear Y/n. I am not nearly as great an artist as you think I am”, he says, trying to mask his insecure words with a small smile.

Y/n is having none of that. She faces him, finding his eyes and unabashedly staring into them to prove her point.

“And I think you do not believe in yourself, not nearly half as much as I do. Benedict, you have more creative talent in a single eyelash than I do in my entire body. Why can't you see tha-"

Benedict drops his cup down and takes her face into his warm hands so she cannot look away from his gaze. She represses a shiver, not that he notices.

“Now see, that is where I draw the line. Do not diminish yourself, Y/n. Not for anybody. Not for your mother, your father, and most certainly not for me”

She meets his gaze head-on with a steady stare of her own and holds onto his wrists. Both of them are stubborn and unwilling to concede. They remain that way for a while. With his hands on her face. Her hands around his wrists. Gazing into each other's eyes. Trying to harden their stare, instead finding the other's eyes softening. After God knows how long, it is Benedict who breaks the silence.

"Sit for me."

Whatever words Y/n was expecting, it was certainly not that.

"I beg your pardon?", she asks.

"If you truly, truly believe in my artistry-"

"I do"

"Then sit for a painting. My painting If you don't mind", he pleads.

"...But why me?"

"Why ever not you, Y/n, have you ever seen your face in a mirror?"

Y/n grows more and more flustered, but she refuses to let it show.

"Why me? Why not your sisters? Or your mother? Or any other beauty of Mayfair?", she rambles.

"You're the only beauty of Mayfair"

"Don't let Daphne hear you say that"

Benedict whines exasperated that she is not taking this seriously.

"I want to paint you. Just you, Y/n. Just you."

She stills and mulls it over, taken aback by his solemnity.

There's no harm to it really. All I have to do is sit still and look pretty. Maybe talk to him a bit. Talking to Benedict is always easy. Maybe watch him paint. See the cute little scrunch of his nose when he concentrates- Y/n, focus!

"I would be honored", she finally rewards him with a large grin.

He breathes out, a smile gracing his lips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this"

“What on Earth do I do with my hands?”, Y/n asked as she fidgeted into her seat in front of the window.

Just moments ago, she walked around the room in frantic steps with all her hair flying about. Her eyes were wild with panic and slight anxiousness. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her dress, minute to minute. To anyone looking at her and only her, she might have appeared as somewhat of a mad woman. But to Benedict, he saw the love of his life his best friend being herself.

“Well, I would suggest folding them in your lap but I know that you cannot sit still for a single minute without moving”, Benedict really shouldn’t be looking that pleasing pleased while wearing a smirk.

“Would you rather I wring your neck with my hands around it?!”

Then, he starts laughing.

Laughing.

This bastard-

“Benedict!”

He chuckles, wheezing, before answering, “Am I wrong though?”

“Christ, Benedict, do you want your painting or not?”, she asks, trying to hide a smile.

“Well, I do, but I still want my muse to be comfortable”

Y/n’s cheeks grow warm at the words muse.

“What do you suggest I do then? About my hands?”, for emphasis she flails her arms a little too madly, nearly causing Benedict to burst into fits of laughter again. She smiles widely at the little amused shake of his head.

“Do whatever feels natural, Y/n”, he sits less formally. “Even if it means you look like a confused flamingo”

She gasps, affronted. “Aren’t your subjects supposed to stay still for you to= I don’t know- capture their features clearly?”

“Oh please, Y/n, you need not worry about that. I know your features quite well, I’ve been staring at them for the past eight years”

How on Earth is he saying these things so casually? He’s been staring at me?

Wait, that’s normal for friends. Don’t get ahead of yourself, you goose.

“.....Y/n?”, Benedict asks after she’s been too quiet for long.

“Hmm?”, she shakes her head out of her trance.

“As I said, what would feel comfortable for you?”, he leans back on his chair and grabs his paintbrush.

“Benedict, you need me to sit still and I want your painting to be good and quite frankly it is taking everything in me right now not to pace back and forth but how can you paint me if I move about?”

“...Would you like to take a walk?”

Y/n smiles, “I love to walk”

“I know you do”

“Mother, we have to do something. This is agonizing”, said Colin, as the rest of the Bridgerton clan watched Benedict paint Y/n after their equally nauseating walk.

“Agonizing? My, my, Colin, how you exaggerate”, replied Lady Bridgerton to her third son as she exchanged glances with her husband.

“Oh no, Mother, for once I agree with my brother on this one. You should have seen them when they first saw each other this morning. It was pure agony”, Eloise piped in, standing next to Colin.

“You were watching them, El?”, asked Anthony with a teasing tone.

“No, I was not! I just caught Ben staring at Y/n with hearts in his eyes. It makes me want to vomit just looking at them, my god!”

Daphne quips from the piano, “At least Y/n is discreet about her affection.”

“Y/n? Discreet? HA! Look at them right now!”, Anthony exclaims.

All of their heads turned to the scene before them: Benedict carefully painting Y/n’s hands as she scribbled at her notebook and Y/n sneaking little glances at the little scrunch of Benedict’s nose and smiling to herself.

“Does Benedict truly not notice?”, Colin asks.

Eloise answers, “He is too caught up in his painting of her and I quote, ‘pretty hands’”

“He really said that?”, Daphne asks.

Anthony sighs and rolls his eyes, “We’ve all seen his sketchbook. If he didn’t say it, we know he’s thinking it.”

Colin questions, “Does Y/n know about the sketchbook?”

“If she did, they would be engaged by now”, Daphne replies.

“I beg your pardon, Daph, but I don’t think so. Y/n would never interpret the sketchbook as ‘affection’”, Anthony quips.

“Well, what would she interpret as his affection?”

Anthony answers, “Nothing unless he drops to his knee and proposes”

Colin rolls his eyes, “God, she’s oblivious”

“I’m starting to wonder if she’s blind. I mean, no woman is this dense”, Eloise exclaims.

“And I’m wondering what dramatics have taken over my children this fine morning!” Lord Bridgerton asks the room, causing his family to turn to him.

Anthony starts, “Father, do not tell me that you can stomach more of this hopeless pining from both of them-”

“When we could end it right now!”, continues Eloise.

“I’m sorry, children, but this is a moment that the pair must realize on their own”, Lord Bridgerton calmly replies.

“But this is torture!”, exclaims Colin.

Lady Bridgerton speaks up, “One day, we will laugh at all this. Maybe at their wedding even, but until then, you are not to say a word about either party’s feelings for each other, understood?”

…

Reluctantly, all siblings reply, “Yes, Mother.”

“Thank you, and who knows? Maybe Y/n and Benedict will experience this torture when one of you starts their season”

Collective groans ensue.

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Run rabbit, run.

HABIT x TRANSMASC! PLUS SIZED! HAIRY! READER

half monster HABIT hc + fic

For 🐛 anon

For Evan fuckers: Oh, deer!

-We all know this man is a sadist and masochist, we can't pretend we don't.

-hes a biter!!! He will bite you! Like hard enough to need stitches. You've had a few embarrassing ER visits. (Habit can dress wounds and stitch you up but he just likes how embarrassed you get about it)

- he and Evan are very different in bed, but one thing they have in common is giving head like a god. Dude low-key is obsessed with your cunt.

-but he's good at a 'sloppy drooling messy' kind of head that Ev cannot provide.

- fuck he's in love with your body. Like, he grabs your belly and just plays with it, literally salivating at the idea of leaving hickeys.

- he fucks you in a mirror so you can watch the way your body moves as he fucks you.

-oh and he loves your boobs , hairy man tits? Who fucking wouldn't.

- he stares at them constantly. You couldn't get him to tell you the color of your eyes but he has every hair on your chest memorized 🫡.

- he's into prey and predator dynamics, he gets so incredibly hard when he's chasing you through the woods he can't help himself.

- Vinny has been caught in this game of yours by accident a few times , and if he finds you, covered in bite marks half naked with twigs in your hair and he just gives you one of these looks:

- HABITs into knife play, you have lots of scars from it and he doesn't feel bad Abt it 😔✊.

- HE WANTS TO BE PEGGED but with one of the ones with a silicone grinding thing inside so it grinds right against your t-dick.

-hes a dom bottom mind you.

- but you peg him and he becomes a stupid feral mess.

(so obsessed with the idea I wrote the fanfic Abt it so it's going here instead of at the end)

He could feel your hairy belly press against his back as the silicone abused his prostate; drool pooling on the corner of his lip, looking back and admiring you he let out a purr. You look away, you can't look at the smug very fucked drunk grin you're sure he's giving you.

Your hips stutter against him and he tenses as you hit his prostate dead on, his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as you wring another orgasm from him.

You begin to slow your hips, grinding the silicone tip slowly inside of him, exhaustion and want find respite in your bones.

You need to stop and cum, this grinding wasn't enough, you needed more, his tongue, his cock, his fingers his anything.

He presses against you, back arching with the curve of your stomach, resting against it as he comes into a position that shouldn't be comfortable.

You avoid his eye contact and his thumb, middle finger and index finger grab at your face, turning your head harshly to look at him.

His eyes bore into yours and it makes you want to squeeze your own shut, but you just can't, like he has some kind of hold on your mind you cant avoid his gaze.

His face is flushed, and he's drooling. But his eyes, while dilated and wet with tears, were strong and threatening.

"I didn't say you could slow down rabbit." He rolls his hips against yours and it sends pleasure shooting across your body.

"Good little rabbits do what they're told. They run when they're told to run, right?" He captures your lips in his and his tongue forces it's way into your mouth before you can respond.

It's a rough kiss, teeth clacking together and tongues rubbing against each other. You can't help but find yourself getting wetter and wetter, dick getting harder and harder, pressing right up against the grinding pad.

He pulls away and bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed, before letting out a growl.

"So, keep fuckin' me, now. Do what you're told. Run rabbit, run."

-makes you breakfast in bed and he's so hard because he can't stop thinking Abt what your mouth can do and how those teeth can rip and tear apart flesh

-please blow him after eating ✨.

- trust me it's purely to indulge him, don't be surprised if there's something you're allergic to in anything he makes.

- loves getting you really really high to overstimulate you, oh you're really high? Well hes sucking your t-dick rn and finger fucking your hole so have a fun time trying to concentrate on rolling a joint for him.

-it's so badly rolled you literally have to suffocate him with your thighs so he'll back off and you can redo it. It looks like a fucking hard candy.

- Goes fucking feral over your hair, he's into hairy guys and fuck do you fit the bill.

- you keep it at least slightly maintained more for convenience but you don't shave.

- he loves

MONSTER FUCKING AHEAD

-he goes into heat gets bored and can't control himself and goes either fully monster (basically a demon anthro hare with grey and washed out purple fur, sharp teeth and claws) or partially monster (EARS AND TAIL AND TEETH AND CLAWS AND NOTHING ELSE)

- knotted tentacle dick bc peace and love on planet earth.

- he gets real possessive during this kind of thing, leaving enough marks for Vinny to notice. And they're not human sized either

- large, deep, scabbed over marks on most of your visible skin, most will probably scar.

- and vinny doesn't really care (look you're a consenting adult and you seem to contest enthusiastically if what he's heard through the walls indicate.)

-but he DOES give you this look

- and asks a few slightly personal questions, bc what the fuck how do you fuck THAT hard.

- mainly to embarrass you.

- habit thinks your discomfort is funny so even if you try to get him to stop he won't.

- speaking of discomfort- when he's in foreplay is non existent, he'll literally pull your pants and boxers down and fuck you whenever. His dick produces enough lube for it not to hurt too bad. But it's not comfortable.

- he's broken the bed too many times to count, you've tried metal bedframes, you've tried springs, you've tried a water bed (that's not a story you like to talk about), you've done it all, and every time he fucks you hard enough to destroy it beyond repair.

- if you fuck him expect a noise complaint. His vocal chords are different which means he clicks and purrs and shit but also, loud as shit growls that vibrate the house.

- play with his ears and tail and he'll cum immediately (especially with a well angled strap-on.)

- sloppy head just got sloppier with his ultra long tongue and extra drool. Squirt on his face and he'll keep eating you out! (Call now only for the low low price of your soul and all sense of sanity!)

- after care is him licking cum off your chest and then letting Evan take over because fuck that lovey dovey shit. (he'd marry you if he could)

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I tried my best but got carried away and it's not proof read. Uuh hope you enjoyed? Don't kill me.

#x male reader #HABIT emh x reader #habit x reader #HABIT x male reader #x chubby reader #x hairy reader #x ftm reader #trans reader

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OMG OMG REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN??

LETS GO AMERICA😻😻🥺🥺🇺🇸🇺🇸🌎🌎💸💸💪💪🔫🔫

aah anyways, I’ll be the first(or early) one to request!! also how have you been doing today? schools tiring me out as usual but whatever.

May i request Makoto Naegi, Chiaki Nanami, Mikan Tsumugi, Mondo Oowada and Hajime Hinata with a S/O who has a Obanai Iguro Personality from Demon Slayer??(aaahhhghh/ im such a obanai kinnie)

Thanks!! (Also if you take matchup requests, may I request one sometime? Also don’t mind me sending some more requests along the way 😻😻)

Yep, they sure are! They've been open for a little bit now, but hey, it's never too late :3

My day's been well, how about yours?

I really gotta watch Demon Slayer one of these days- But I do hope you enjoy this! I've never tried a matchup before, but I am open to it

And like always, request to your heart's content my friend 😌

Makoto, Chiaki, Mikan, Mondo and Hajime with an S/O who's like Obanai Iguro (Demon Slayer)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death and self-hatred

Makoto Naegi

He is incredibly intimidated by you

The way you share literally no concern for anyone who doesn't abide by the rules scares him

You were incredibly harsh and unforgiving with them, so he tried to steer clear of you

With him, however, you were much kinder

It feels like whiplash

You go from berating and pointing your finger at some poor fellow from the Reserve Course to giving gifts the second you enter his presence

You're even willing to share your meals with him

He does love it though

He'll also buy you things he thinks and hopes you like, and he'll gladly share his food with you as well

You can also be overprotective of him

You'll even threaten people who get too close

Somehow, that's scarier than your initial merciless demeanor

He's glad you love him and all, but chill???

But he's super glad that talking to him helps you forget the struggles from your past

Hearing of your self loathing made him super sad

He hates that you lived in such a toxic environment, and he truly believes you deserve better

Especially since you once felt that you needed to die and cleanse yourself of your "filthy" blood before confessing to him

He's there for you if you need to talk

Makoto greatly admires your determination as well

Even when you're exhausted or injured, you keep on going until the end

But he worries about you a lot and wants you to take care of yourself

Overall, even though you worry him a lot, Makoto is a very sweet and loving partner towards you

He loves you for all of you, and he'll be there for you no matter what

Chiaki Nanami

She finds you very interesting

Your harshness never bothered her too much, but she does wish you would be gentler towards others

She doesn't think people from the Reserve Course deserve to be berated, and she'll probably step in on some occasion

She knows a guy in the Reserve Course cough cough Hajimemes so she doesn't appreciate the meanness

She does enjoy your kindness towards her though

She loves the gifts you give her, and that you share your food with her as well

She's super glad talking to her is helpful for you

It makes her feel special, in a way

Hearing that you really didn't like yourself made her sad

But she understands how growing up in a bad environment can do it to you

She's always there to talk if you need it

And when you told her that you felt you needed to die and purify your blood, she was highly concerned

Aside from that, she admires your determination

But she makes sure you take care of yourself

So, Chiaki is super sweet, but can be stern with you

But she does love you and want the best for you

Mikan Tsumiki

Oh she thought you were scary as hell

The way you were so harsh with the Reserve Course made her terrified of how you might act towards her

So she steered clear of you for a long while

Though she did watch you a little bit because you were also cool

But when you actually started growing closer, she was shocked at how much different you acted around her

Instead of berating her, you gave her sweet gifts and shared your meals with her

It's so jarring at first, but she loves that she gets special attention

Part of her would like for you to be nice to everyone, but she also loves how only she gets to see this side of you

But anyway

She hates that you don't like yourself

Although, as sad as it is, it takes one to know one

She didn't grow up in the most positive environment either, so she understands how it can take a toll

But she's more than willing to lend an ear if you need to talk

And the statement about dying and cleansing your blood deeply disturbed her

She really admires your determination as well

You're very strong-willed, and she loves that about you

But please don't overwork or hurt yourself too much, or she will freak the hell out

In the end, even though Mikan kept a good ten-foot distance from you at first, there is nobody in the world she loves more than you

Mondo Owada

He hated your guts at first

The way you seemed to look down on anyone lesser than you just pissed him off so much

Admittedly, he couldn't care less about the Reserve Course either, but if you brought that on any of the Ultimates, he's not taking that crap

Especially if it was about him

Y'know how Byakuya talked down to him? Yeah, don't do that

He's definitely thought of punching you

But somehow, you ended up together

The way you acted still irritated him, but oh well

He does enjoy your acts of affection towards him though

Even though he can act a little tsundere-ish about receiving them, he does smile when you give him a gift

He really hates that you have such a low opinion of yourself

He just wants to go back and punch your family in the guts for being such b-holes

But he can at least comfort you and lend a listening ear

He was also deeply disturbed about your statement about dying and purifying your blood

He loves that you're so determined

You remind him of himself, in a way

But you'd best take care of yourself

No passing out on his watch

But anyway, even though Mondo wanted to punch your lights out at first, he will stick by your side till the very end

Hajime Hinata

Being from the Reserve Course, he was one of your targets

He had been insulted or commented on by an Ultimate or two, but you were the worst of the worst

Classic enemies to lovers trope here

But by the universe's will, you ended up together

He still really doesn't like your harsh behavior towards his classmates, but hopefully he can help you work on it

Aside from that, he does enjoy your acts of affection

Even though he rejected them at first, he loves when you give him a gift

It makes him really sad that you suffer from self-loathing

He's pretty mad at your family as well

But he will provide comfort as best as he can

You telling him about dying and cleansing yourself of your blood really shocked and disturbed him

Especially thinking about how you guys started out

But even back then, he did admire your determination

And he loves it even more now

But he does keep an eye on you to make sure you don't hurt or overwork yourself

Overall, even though you started off rocky, Hajime has the softest of spots for you

But please leave the Reserve Course alone

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #makoto naegi x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #mondo owada x reader #hajime hinata x reader

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