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[what-the-fuck-khr]

does anyone know how the Shonen Jump Plus website even works bc I swear I paid for a chapter but even after logging in again that chapter isn’t available anymore and I have NO idea how this website works I’ve got to be honest with you. do any of y’all know how the paying for chapters with points part works, bc Googling it didn’t help at all and I’m confused

[mrmeepsmadmind]

traumatized dickweeds turn to torturing each other so they can distract from the fact that they both need therapy

[loveologystudies]

thinking about isat flight rising au.......

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, i’m letting it | part four

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will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

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notification !

new message from christopher 🤓

chris: we’re going skiing

you: ooo sorry not sure my boss will approve of my holiday

chris: stfu you prat

you: right. i quit.

chris: okay bye

you: thats crazy work actually christopher

chris: are you coming skiing or not?

you: who else is going?

chris: bach, arthur, george, chip, liv, flo, and sabina

you: yay okay, sure i’ll come

chris: oh and wil 😁

you: nvm im not coming

chris: too late i’ve already booked everything

you: wanker

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yourusername pov: youre a worldclass skier 🤟🏻

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sabinablair_ im genuinely terrified for your life

┃ yourusername atleast its a good story of how i died

┃ georgeclarkeey yeah being killed bc you and will can’t ski for shit

┃ willne dont lump me with this pillock

┃ yourusername i dont want to be associated with him

userone i wonder how much convincing chris needed for the last photo

┃ yourusername none, it was his idea

┃ chrismd10 you lie

georgeclarkeey if you fall one more time im not helping you

┃ yourusername you were my last hope 😔

┃ usertwo SHIPPPP

chrismd are you still gonna work for me after this? 😅

┃ yourusername maybe with some compensation

userthree this is looking like a couples holiday bach+liv, sabina+chip, arthur+flo, george+chris does this mean will and y/n??

┃ userone youre delusional

The lodge you were all staying in had fallen into a heavy silence, the kind that only comes in the dead of night. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms, now wrapped in sleep. The only sounds left were the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls and the soft, steady crackle of the fire burning the hearth.

You sat curled up on the couch in front of it, the warm orange glow flickering over your face. The faint scratch of a page turning was the only other sound in the room. You sipped at the tea cradled in your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers.

It was at least 3 a.m., but you were wide awake.

You never could sleep properly whenever you were away from home. Something about unfamiliar walls and beds always left you restless, and this had become your ritual - sitting alone in the quiet while the others caught up on well-earned rest.

The sudden creak of the stairs broke the stillness, pulling you from your calm. Your head snapped up. Will.

He emerged from the shadows, hair a little messy, eyes half-lidded, and voice still gravelly with sleep. “Why’re you awake?” he asked, and the simple sound of his voice sent a jolt through your chest.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as he stepped around the sofa to face you. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted softly.

He tilted his head, his tousled hair flopping with the motion, and gestured for you to scoot over. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, shifting to the side as he sat down and pulled part of your blanket over his legs. “I can never sleep when I’m not at home.”

Will leaned back, arms folding behind his head. The movement tugged his t-shirt up slightly, exposing the faint line of muscle at his waist. You noticed it before you could stop yourself, your eyes snapping quickly back to the book and mug in your lap, cheeks growing warm.

“Why are you down here?” you asked, tracing your finger idly around the rim of your mug to distract yourself.

“Just came to check on ya.”

Your head lifted at that, brows furrowing slightly.

“You think I haven’t noticed you’re always the last one to sleep and the first one up?”

You gave a quiet laugh, “Didn’t think you noticed anything about me, to be honest. Thought you could barely tolerate me.”

Will looked over at you, his expression unreadable in the low firelight. “I notice more than you think, love.”

The nickname made your breath catch. You were suddenly thankful for the shadows of the room, because your face was definitely giving you away.

“Oh.”

He hummed and shifted lower on the couch, slouching until he looked completely at home there. “Is there anything that helps you sleep?”

You shrugged again. “I’ve tried everything except medication.”

Will nodded slowly, then - without warning - reached for the book and mug in your lap, setting them on the coffee table, ignoring your quiet protest.

“C’mere.”

Your brows drew together in confusion, but before you could say anything, he rolled his eyes and gently pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

“Be quiet, will ya.”

You gave in with a sigh, letting your head fall against his chest. The rhythm of his breathing, steady and even, filled the silence. You could hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of him beside you. His thumb traced gentle, almost unnoticeable shapes along your arm, his touch featherlight and soothing.

Your eyes fluttered shut before you could stop them.

“You can go to sleep,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His chin rested softly atop your head. “I’ve got you.”

And for some reason, you believed him.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, not really. You were only going to rest your eyes for a second - just let your muscles relax into the warmth of the fire, into the way Will’s arm held you like he’d done it before, like it was second nature.

It was easy to let go.

The feeling of his hand tracing slow shapes into your arm, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the low, steady sound of his breathing - it pulled you in like a lullaby.

You didn’t know how long you'd been asleep when your eyes cracked open again. The fire had burned lower now, glowing with just enough light to paint everything in gold and shadow. Will was still there, still holding you, his body slack with sleep. His head had tilted slightly to the side, lips parted, a strand of hair falling over his forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat again - not from surprise, but from something else. Something heavier. Softer.

He looked younger like this. Calmer. Like the weight he usually carried had slipped off his shoulders just long enough to let him rest.

Your gaze dropped to where your hand had ended up - resting gently on his chest, right over his heart. You should’ve moved it, should’ve pulled away, but you didn’t. Something about this moment felt… fragile. Like any movement would shatter it.

Will stirred then, shifting slightly. His arm instinctively pulled you closer, like his body registered your presence before his mind caught up.

“You still awake?” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep, barely above a whisper.

You nodded against him. “Yeah. Barely.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just breathed. You wondered if he could feel your heart racing, wondered if his was doing the same.

“I used to hate nights like this,” he said eventually. “Could never sleep either. Too quiet. Too much to think about.”

You stayed still, listening.

“But this…” he paused, his thumb brushing up and down your arm, slower now, more deliberate. “This is nice.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You mean being stuck on a lumpy couch with someone stealing your blanket?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Exactly that, yeah.”

There was a comfortable pause after that. No pressure to speak. No need to explain. Just the soft creak of the old lodge settling around you, the fading fire, the quiet rhythm of breathing in sync.

“I meant it earlier,” Will said suddenly, more awake now. “I notice things. I notice you.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. His eyes were open now, locked on yours. There was something steady in them - no teasing, no sarcasm. Just truth.

Your throat felt tight. “Then why do act like I don’t exist – and when you do it’s like I’m the worst person to ever step foot on earth. Why didn’t you just say something?”

He gave you a look - gentle, a little unsure. “Would you have believed me?”

You didn’t answer. Because maybe you wouldn’t have. Not when you were so caught up in overthinking every glance, every word, every moment where it felt like something was there.

You couldn’t find the words to reply to him, moving your eyes from his and down to the hand that was splayed over his chest rising with the rhythm of his breath. Every inch of you wanted to pull away from the contact but you couldn’t.

Will’s fingers found yours, curling around them without thinking. “You don’t have to say anything,”

You nodded slowly, your fingers tightening slightly in his. “Okay.”

You wanted to say so much more - but for now, the quiet between you felt enough.

No bickering, no challenges, just silence.

Eventually, your head dropped back onto his chest, your eyelids heavier than before. Will’s arm stayed wrapped around you, holding you close like a secret.

Neither of you said another word.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you might actually sleep.

“Will you twats be quiet?”

Will’s groggy, annoyed voice cut through the haze of sleep, echoing through your ears and pulling you back into consciousness. His voice, though irritated, still carried that familiar warmth beneath it - like it took effort to sound properly annoyed.

You stilled.

There was a hand resting on your hip. A thumb tracing absent-minded shapes into the fabric of your shirt. Small, lazy movements that sent a quiet warmth up your spine.

You let out a slow, silent yawn, stretching your legs slightly, trying not to move too much -but it was too late.

Will cursed under his breath, just softly enough for only you to hear, and you opened your eyes to find his already on you. His gaze was soft, half-lidded with sleep but undeniably tender.

The fire from last night had gone out, leaving the room lit by pale morning light that spilled through the wide lodge windows. In it, Will looked unfairly good – his face lit in a way that made him seem otherwordly

“Sorry,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

You shifted back quickly, putting a little more distance between the two of you than either of you really wanted. In your rush, you didn’t notice the way his expression faltered, the flicker of disappointment that passed over his features.

The shift in warmth - the sudden absence of contact - left something hollow behind.

But then you felt it: eyes. The kind of sensation that meant you were being watched.

You turned your head toward the kitchen, where a group of your friends stood, frozen mid-movement. Toast halfway to mouths, coffee cups paused, eyes wide.

George and Bach looked mildly amused. Chris and Television had a knowing smirk. And Chip looked like he had far too many questions he was dying to ask. While the girls looked as though they were gonna burst with a plethora of emotions.

Your stomach dropped.

The colour drained from your face as heat flooded your cheeks. Whatever soft, delicate bubble you and Will had existed in overnight had burst the second the rest of the world woke up.

Without saying another word, you pushed yourself up from the sofa, quickly bolting for the stairs, the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

Behind you, Will sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his messy hair, lips parting like he wanted to call after you - but he didn’t.

Instead, he just watched you disappear up the stairs, still clinging to the spot you'd left behind.

You shut your bedroom door with a quiet click, leaning your back against it for a second as you pressed your palms into your face. Your cheeks were still warm, heart racing from the way everyone had seen. From the way Will had looked at you like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

You weren’t sure what rattled you more - the intimacy of waking up like that, or the fact that it had felt so normal.

The moment was clinging to your skin like static.

You let out a slow breath and turned toward your bag to start getting ready when you heard the creak of the floorboards outside the door.

A knock came - soft but intentional. Followed by the familiar sound of Liv’s voice.

“Open up. We saw, don’t bother pretending.”

You groaned quietly, but there was no real fight behind it. You cracked the door and saw the three of them standing there: Liv, arms crossed with a knowing glint in her eye; Sabina, barely holding in a grin; and Flo, clutching her mug of tea like she’d just come from witnessing a soap drama and needed the tea to cope.

You sighed and stepped aside, letting them in without a word.

They all flooded in with quiet laughter and whispered gasps like they were sneaking into forbidden territory. Flo dropped onto the edge of the bed, Sabina leaned against the desk, and Liv closed the door behind her with a smug little click.

“You slept on the sofa with Will?” Liv started, her voice hushed but clearly filled with barely-contained excitement.

Sabina tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “And not just slept - slept slept. Like spooning? We all saw the hand placement.”

“Guys,” you muttered, covering your face again with a groan, “please, I’m already dying of secondhand embarrassment.”

“Secondhand?” Flo asked, raising a brow. “Babes, you were the source.”

You flopped onto the bed beside her, dragging a pillow over your face as they all laughed softly around you.

Liv nudged the pillow. “Okay, but seriously… are you going to pretend there’s nothing there?”

You peeked out, your voice quiet. “It wasn’t planned.”

Flo nodded gently. “Didn’t look like it. Looked… natural.”

That word made your stomach flutter. Natural. That’s exactly what it felt like.

You sat up slowly, fingers knotting together in your lap. “I didn’t even realise I’d fallen asleep. One minute he was telling me I could, and the next…” You trailed off, unsure how to even explain the way it felt. The way Will had held you. The way he hadn’t hesitated. Like you belonged there.

Sabina gave you a soft smile, her voice gentler now. “And when you woke up?”

Your throat tightened. “He was already looking at me.”

They all went quiet for a second.

Flo set her mug down. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

You looked at her like she’d asked you to solve world peace. “What can I do? I ran out of the room like an idiot.”

“You panicked,” Liv said simply, brushing her hand against your arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sabina tilted her head. “But maybe don’t run next time, yeah?”

You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek. The image of Will’s sleepy face, the warmth of his chest, the way his thumb had never stopped drawing shapes against your arm - it all came rushing back.

“I don’t know what this is,” you whispered. “But it’s driving me insane.”

Flo smiled. “Then talk to him about it.”

There was a beat of silence. Just the sound of the wind brushing softly against the windows, and the distant hum of voices downstairs. Then Liv stood, smoothing down her hoodie with a sigh.

“Alright, lovebirds. Let’s get ready before someone else accuses us of being dramatic.”

“We are dramatic,” Sabina shot back, and you couldn’t help but laugh, your nerves softening under their familiar chaos.

But even as they joked, your thoughts lingered in the quiet corners of that morning.

And in the space beside you that still felt a little too empty.

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speak of the devil

pairing. pro athlete isagi yoichi x podcaster reader (fem)

summary. speak of the devil and he shall appear in the form of a man named isagi yoichi

includes(s). established relationship, mentions of flashing, non-lore accurate events, the use of pics w real ppl (these dont depict any of d characters in here!!), my stupid ass mentioning bastard munchen as its irl counterpart i cri (lets ignore that please), lmk if i missed anything else!!

note. this is relatively short bc i literally have no idea how to flesh this out \\ i had a vision but that vision didnt translate into this but we ball

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[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

���It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

[milessunflowers]

Hello, Oli! May I request George & Yuki (polyamorous) with a reader going through a depressive episode? I did not know this pairing was a thing until that one ask Bear (I think?) sent and I love it!

Thank you :) (This is my... second request on here ever, so you might see something similar requested by me over on @jollyalpacafox 's page. I'm sure you two will make it unique though.)

-🥮 anon

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george russell x depressed!male!reader x yuki tsunoda

synopsis: how i think yuki and george would handle helping their boyfriend through a depressed episode and how they would take care of him

author's note: this is kinda me projecting lowkey but also based on how i have experienced my depression, so it might not be how everyone else experiences or handles depression. this does deal with depression, so if you are not comfortable with that, feel free to skip over it

it doesn't take them long to figure out how to help you when you get really depressed

they know the signs and know how to handle it without making you feel worse about yourself

usually, when they notice you not eating or shutting yourself away, they know that they need to do whatever they can

typically that involves yuki's cooking and loads and loads of cuddles

if it is one of your worse episodes, they have to grab your comfort plushies (if you have any), comfort shows from when you were little, the softest blankets they can find, and cuddle you from both sides

they let you cry against them or just let you stare off and disassociate

they make sure you take your meds (if you have any) and make sure you eat even if you don't want to

they keep you entertained and distracted

if they saw you starting to space out, they let you have some space and decided to clean up a bit

they would clean the room and kitchen before coaxing you out of bed to get in a bath so they could change the sheets and blankets on the bed

george would clean up the bed while yuki helped you clean up

then they would cuddle you all over again

depending on how long the episode went on for, they would try different things

a lot of the time it would be the same process but sometimes they would get you out of the house for a walk with your dogs (if you have any)

they make sure you are well taken care of until you are back to how you normally are

it means a lot to you and you tell them thank yous over and over again

they are the sweetest and you couldn't ask for better partners

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Oh oh I have an AU I haven't had the chance to write anything for. It's pre-vampirism magistrate Astarion and criminal tav who is incredibly well-versed in law. They keep committing crimes and getting caught in purpose just to see Astarion who fucking hates their guts because he can't ever convict them of anything bc they find loopholes and somehow manage to evade the law. It's an "at each other's throats" kinda romance and they kiss with teeth between cases

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pairing  .  ⊱   astarion x tav wordcount  .  ⊱   3,604 content warnings  .  ⊱  canon compliant temporary character death,  tav isn't a human but can be whatever else you like,  astarion isn't a vampire yet,   tav is gender neutral other tags  .  ⊱   canon compliant,  canon temporary character death,  introspection,  p.orn without plot,  oral s/ex,  desk s.ex,  inappropriate use of a cravat,  c.reampie archiveofourown  .  ⊱   here.

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summary  .  ⊱   The Magistrate Judge Astarion Ancunin has a soft spot for you. You like to exploit that fact.

‘I need to see you in my office,’ Astarion hisses  —  and the tips of his ears are so red you think they might catch flame. He grabs you by the elbow roughly and tugs. ‘Now.’

‘Let’s do it, baby,’ you say smugly. ‘I know the law.’

Knowing the law might be an overstatement. You have studied the law for only one purpose, and that purpose you know like the back of your hand. So when Astarion presses you, you don’t argue. You do as the magistrate says and allow yourself to be dragged across the court. He admonishes you like one would get onto a dog who misbehaves. You can’t help but laugh.

It isn’t like Astarion isn’t a super serious magistrate with a focus on criminal prosecution. He wants to nail you for your sins, for your crimes. The only catch is that no matter how amazing Astarion is at his job, you’re simply better. If you’ve stolen something, you’re more than capable of hiding the evidence. If you’ve murdered someone, you know all the best ways to hide a body. It comes naturally.

Astarion is wearing that ever familiar frown as he marches through the elegant halls. It’s a frown that says you’re in trouble and there’s nothing that I can do. But that isn’t necessarily true. Astarion will do anything you ask so long as you ask nicely, and you’ve been getting good at asking nicely lately. He prides himself in training you even if it isn’t that simple. He calls it rehabilitation. You call it sex.

‘You can’t keep doing this, you know,’ Astarion snaps at you. ‘At some point you must give it up!’

He isn’t good at whispering when he’s riled up. He runs his free hand through his curls in anger, pushing them away from his face like his bangs being wild make it hard to think. It makes him more attractive.

‘You don’t mean that,’ you say with a shrug.

‘I do,’ he says, ‘very much mean that.’

You grin. ‘You would miss me,’ you tell him lasciviously, and he groans. ‘I know you would.’

He huffs. ‘The only thing that I would miss is the peace after the headache you’ve given me. It’s as though you aren’t even aware of how vexing you are.’

You laugh, and the fine line of Astarion’s temper snaps. He all but throws you in his office and locks it behind him. He’s annoyed with the way you stagger dramatically to one of the velvet couches before his desk. You lean over the arm and kick your feet up.

‘Does the idea of cuffs around my wrists excite you?’

You look over your shoulder. Astarion clenches his jaw. It must hurt to frown as hard as he is. You pull yourself onto the cushions and sit demurely. You study him. His rigid lines, tense gaze. He comes and sits on the edge of his desk, pressing his forehead into his hands as if that will relieve him of his headache. You’re determined to make it worse.

‘I apologize,’ you say sweetly. ‘I’ll behave from now on.’

‘We both know that you are not capable of behaving,’ Astarion says thinly.

He shouldn’t have said that. You can’t help yourself, but most of the time, Astarion makes it so easy for you to dig into his weaknesses and exploit them. You stare at him with wide, innocent eyes.

‘You should teach me,’ you suggest.

Astarion’s patience snaps. ‘I beg your pardon? Have some decorum, please!’

‘Having decorum is so boring,’ you say, pouting. ‘Life is much more fun when you live freely.’

‘And committing crimes is your definition of living freely?’

‘What is the point of living if not to live?’ you ask. ‘Why confine myself to rules of good or bad when I can choose what makes me happy.’

‘What exactly makes a criminal like you happy?’ Astarion asks bitterly.

You’ve always been possessed by a sense of otherness. You rise from the couch and carefully twist your fingers in his cravat, tangling yourself in him as he has become entangled in you. The Silverymoon lace tickles your skin. You pull Astarion closer and he begrudgingly caves to your strength. Your lips barely brush against his and already you can sense it. The barely contained restraint. The hunger. Astarion longs for you. He’s carefully hidden it beneath the scent of bergamot.

Slowly, you slide him free of what pressures him most. The cravat slides from his neck easily. It excites Astarion. His eyes glitter like you’ve never seen before. Being a magistrate isn’t about caring about the laws he’s vowed to uphold. It’s about power. You give it to him. You hold your wrists together with a wicked grin.

You balance the fabric on your fingers. Astarion swallows. Being proper isn’t really his thing. It’s thrilling to watch as he changes his mind. You annoy him  —  he detests you, wishes you gone. You are the object of all his improper late night dreams.

But as if he’s moving through water, he takes his cravat from your hands. You almost think it’s going to be a rejection. Astarion bundles your wrists together with an expertise that suggests he’s done it before. The binding becomes tight but not too tight and you relish in the way it twists your wrists. He fastens the knot into a pretty bow.

And then he kisses you. He grabs you so roughly by the back of the neck that your teeth slam together, but Astarion sighs so prettily against your mouth you decide you could withstand anything.

It’s a passionate kiss made up of teeth and spit and tongue. Astarion is both pushing you and pulling you. He can’t make up his mind. Does he want you and the stain you’ll bring to his reputation? A magistrate with a weakness for a criminal is such an interesting dynamic, but Astarion is a proud man. You are almost certain he would throw you into harm’s way if a situation ever occurred that deemed it necessary. You would do the same given the chance. This is simply a tryst.

You like to pretend it is, at least. You hate coming across as a romantic. You chase a freedom so exquisite no one will ever understand it, but when Astarion pushes you towards the couch, you don’t complain. You fall across the cushions with ease and catch him as he falls between your thighs.

‘You,’ Astarion accuses hotly, ‘are an irrevocable annoyance I may never be cured of.’

‘You are so very frank in all the ways you despise me,’ you say, moaning softly as he kisses your neck. ‘I think you’re capable of being freed after all.’

‘I am glad to see you are finally aware that it is hate that drives me,’ Astarion murmurs thickly. ‘It repulses me that you think you could possibly be endearing.’

You laugh and Astarion sucks a bruise into your collarbone. He’ll pretend to be aloof and noncommittal to your very presence, but he’s invested. You can feel the weight of his pleasure against your thighs even as he denies his feelings for you. Astarion doesn’t bother with your shirt or his own. He clings to your waist as he finds the lace of your breeches and tugs you free.

Astarion pushes his hand inside of your smallclothes and touches your flushed skin, spreading his fingers so that he can touch every inch your body has to offer. The fervor of the motion is what causes you to gasp. He’s a man on a mission, and he touches you at your core so adoringly it makes the bite of his words all but disappear. He fondles you like he’s never touched your skin before. Your gasp turns to a sultry whine, and he bites your neck like a punishment. You almost think he’s going to admonish you, that he’ll say your silence is worth more. He doesn’t. If anything, the echo of your voice spurns him to go further.

Astarion presses two fingers inside of you and the laughter dies in your chest. He’s trying to rearrange you through a perverse method. If he fucks you good enough, crime’s appeal will turn to dust within your mind. It makes you wonder what it would be like to dote on a magistrate. Would it be enough? Could it be enough? Sinning feels just as sweet.

He curls his fingers against your core and your back arches prettily off the velvet cushions. You bite your bottom lip and try to quell the pining, but then you catch a glimpse of him from beneath your eyelashes. Astarion is watching your every move. His lips are parted. His pupils are dilated. His cheeks have colored at the sound of your voice. He is torn between watching your face for your reactions and glancing down at his hand underneath your breeches. You meet his gaze bravely, chin lifting, and smile.

He adds another just to watch you struggle. The angle, the curve of his wrist, and the situation are enough to make your thighs squeeze together, but Astarion doesn’t let you. He roughly throws himself between your legs so that you can’t, and it’s hot, too hot that you cry weakly. He grins at the sound like he always does, like he always will. It’s his victory this evening. 

But as quickly as Astarion deigned to touch you, he releases you. He stands up and drags you by the wrists, turning his cheek the other way when you try to taste his skin.

‘The prosecutor is ineffectual  —  ’

You snort without meaning to, and Astarion digs his fingers into the swell of your hip. You allow him to maneuver you, bending at the waist while he presses you forward, chest against the chilled wood of his desk. You have to rise on your toes to stand comfortably.

‘Is that what you’re thinking about?’ you ask breathlessly.

‘I’m thinking about the necessary reform,’ Astarion snaps.

You press your cheek into the wood and stare at his door. The prosecutor, the defense. It doesn’t really matter, does it? Astarion is the only one who cares. You’re somewhat glad he does. It means he’s taken your case to interest, and when he presses himself to your lower back, you’re excited. He shoves your breeches to your ankles.

‘Are you going to take me here?’ you murmur. ‘On your desk. Where is your propriety?’

‘You dare speak to me of decency?’ Astarion snorts.

‘The weight of my sins will be forever embedded on your desk,’ you say. ‘You flatter me, your honor.’

‘Do you ever stop talking?’ Astarion asks. You can hear his patience snapping.

‘Well, you’re just so boring,’ you say, laughing. ‘Why don’t you do something that  —  ’

Astarion kneels down behind you and shoves his way between your legs. You shiver when he presses his lips against your core. He mouths at you hungrily. He grunts low in the back of his throat and digs his nails into your thighs. It steals your breath away. He’s so determined to change the very essence of your being that his tongue and mouth searching where his fingers first were makes you go weak in the knees. You whine.

You press your fingers into the dark, rich mahogany of his desk and try to keep focus. You want to taunt him. You want to tease him, but that wanton desire is almost forgotten entirely by the way Astarion feasts upon your flesh. He parts you with his thumbs and groans against your skin and you almost forget who you are. This is what he wanted. He wanted to pull your desires from you and replace them with his own.

You let him. He works you up as easily as anyone can be worked up, his fingers and his mouth exploring every inch of your skin that’s exposed. He goes to slide a finger in curiously, but you twist your hips away. Astarion is all work and no play. He will tease you relentlessly as it suits him, and he will do what interests him. You interest him more than he’s willing to confess. That’s why he works so hard for your pleasure.

When he’s done with you, he kisses the base of your spine soothingly. Your legs tremble beneath you. Astarion smooths his hand across your hip. You glance at him.

‘Perhaps I can fuck some sense into you now,’ Astarion mumbles.

He has the audacity to sound inquisitive. It’s not like it’s possible, but he seems determined enough to try it out regardless of his intuition. His hands are warm against your skin, and the excitement only builds in the pit of your stomach as you feel Astarion’s skin touch yours. You hear his clothes rustle and his breath catch in his throat. You hide a smile against your arm.

When Astarion slides into your core, it’s like a possession. The breath steals from your lungs. His touch is a familiar constant  —  you would recognize him anywhere by scent alone. You cry weakly. Your toes crunch from the angle, but there’s nothing you want more at this moment than to learn to be good.

Astarion hums behind you as well, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to steady himself. The desk crunches uncomfortably against your belly but it’s a welcome pain. It keeps you focused. You still have the energy to wiggle back against him as his cock slowly pushes in until there is no more room left to explore.

‘Be good,’ he whispers, ‘and I will give you what you deserve.’

What do you deserve exactly?

It’s hard to say. You enjoy your life of crime almost as much as you love the way Astarion bends you over his desk. You’re good at stealing, you’re good at killing, but you’re good at being soft and pliant as well, giving in to that sentimentality that keeps you coming back from more.

At first it was an elaborate game. What could you do to ensure that Magistrate Judge Astarion Ancunin looked your way? He was a noble elf, and your hands were covered in fresh dough from the baker you stole from. There was a curious glint in his eyes when he looked over you, yet somehow the gods had deemed the yeast and honey on your fingers was not honest enough to be proof.

You are smitten. You bounce taller on your toes with every aggressive thrust, arms struggling to support your weight. Astarion fists his fingers into your hair and pulls until your throat is exposed. He wants you to sing for him, so you do. You arch your back and moan loudly. The sounds of it bounce around his little office.

‘You wouldn’t shut up before,’ Astarion says breathlessly, a hoarse laugh.

‘Do something  —  worth talking about  —  ’

Astarions laughs incredulously, but he does fuck you harder for it. He releases your hair without much flourish and focuses on dragging your hips back onto his cock, punching forward so hard you see stars. It’s wonderful, it’s powerful. If Astarion’s entire goal was to make you forsake the world, he’s done a good job of turning your life around. The cravat rubs against your wrists as you try to seek purchase on the desk. Your fingers drag across the polished wood, and you shudder as you clench down around his cock.

You sound so breathless and silly, groaning while he fucks you against his desk. He fills you full until you’re certain you can take no more. You press a hot cheek against the wood and try to catch your breath. You hook a foot around his ankle for support, twisting on his desk. You tuck your arms beneath your chest. You feel as though you’re coming undone. All your years of villainy, and it comes undone by the consistency of Astarion’s presence.

Your arms are stiff from constantly being up, but you’re almost grateful when Astarion pauses. He helps you turn on top of his desk so you’re on your back instead, and even though the edge digs into your lower back, you prefer that to anything else.

You meet Astarion’s gaze. He tells you he hates you, that he wishes you were out of his hair, that he despises you, but the gentleness of his eyes tells you otherwise. He slides back into you with a small moan, and you wrap your legs around his hips to guide him in further.

‘It’s good,’ you gasp. ‘It’s good, you’re good  —  ’

Astarion doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. You can see it clear as day in his eyes. Astarion won’t say he loves you, that in his ardent fervor he seeks you out, but he knows that you know. Why else would fate lead you back together? You reach for his face with your hands, and his eyes flutter closed to avoid the wistfulness. He leans into your touch.

You cry softly as Astarion begins to grind into you again. He helps carry you as he does so. And it feels so good, feels so overwhelming that you briefly consider the fact that he has changed you for the better.

A spirit that slides into your very marrow. Astarion is hauntingly beautiful, and if he is a spider then you are a fly tangled in his web. He calls you a pretty thing and you give into the struggle. You press your wrists against your forehead and strain against his cock, unable to hide from the waves of crashing pleasure.

Astarion finishes inside of you with a low moan. He presses a rough hand against your belly to stabilize himself, and shyly, you touch his wrist with your bound hands just to feel his pulse. As soon as he’s caught his breath, he releases you from your bonds.

You almost miss him when he pulls away from you. He uses one of his hanging cassocks to clean himself with and is kind enough to do the same for you. You’re almost certain that your legs won’t work, so you sit up on his desk to rest and damn his paperwork to the hells. You kick off your breeches from around your ankles and sit, legs crossed, while Astarion tries to fix his reflection in the mirror.

‘You are truly an astute teacher,’ you say casually. ‘The art of lockpicking is all but gone from my mind. Thank you, your honor.’

Astarion snorts and shakes his head, torn between ignoring you and giving into your wiles. He curls his hair back into place and then walks back to you, leaning forward until you’re nose to nose.

You think he won’t kiss you, but then he does. His lips taste like summer oranges and you taste him until it’s the only thing you can think of. He hugs you tenderly. It isn’t the same as when he admonishes you. It makes your chest feel warm. You almost feel weaker for it. Your bite is being taken away.

‘I can’t keep protecting you,’ Astarion says softly against your cheek. ‘You torment me day and night. When I lie down in my sheets, I find myself consumed with worry.’

‘You think about me?’ you tease. ‘In your sprawling manse?’

‘Move in with me,’ he murmurs. ‘Then you can be inferior yet vain inside my sprawling manse.’

Astarion is not there that evening. You try to wait as long as you can without seeming suspicious. There are maids, family members, and their admirers who come inside and out throughout the evening  —  but not Astarion, never Astarion. You wait until the sun sets and fireflies light up the streets of the Upper City but eventually, the malaise of abandonment guides your feet away. You walk the streets aimlessly until a shiver runs down your spine. A chill so violent turns you away from the courthouse.

But in the morning, there’s a fuss. It draws you back into where you left and you can’t help but to lose yourself. Astarion is dead. His mother sobs. The members of the city watch who bear the bad news look equally as morose. Astarin’s father nearly falls to his knees in despair.

When you break into their manse that evening, you look for one thing. You steal a cravat from his wardrobe and tie it around your neck.

Then, you leave Baldur’s Gate.

You aren’t sure where your feet are going to take you.

Part of your yearns for the Underdark. Baldur’s Gate is a cursed city, you decide. You wander back to it after two hundred years of avoiding it like the plague, and not an hour within the city are you spirited away on an adventure you never longed for.

You have changed. You can’t really remember who you were all those years ago, or the hopefulness you might have felt in your chest once. You’re different now. A folk hero. You used to steal from the rich and give to the poor before the mindflayers fed you their parasite and stole that part of you. But you aren’t alone this time. You wander the beach for hours searching for anything that can be of use and pause over a love letter that makes you sob.

It isn’t all bad. You meet a half-elf who scowls as much as she mumbles to herself.

On the other side of the beach, you meet a ghost.

His eyes are different from what you remember. The warmth he once looked upon you with is gone and replaced by unfamiliar sanguine.

[midnight-mourning]

*Taps mic* Heard y'all like Moon around here, you're in luck, this one's for you

massive, MASSIVE thank you to @lunarmoves for beta-reading this chapter!!

She put a lot of time and effort into making my BS readable for y'all and it's greatly appreciated <3 <3 <3

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Also, happy 200k+!!! We're only 297k from truly becoming the 500k enemies to lovers slowburn of our dreams lmaoooo

But for real I apologize for such a delay with this one. If you'd like to hear my excuses/reasoning they're below the cut, or you can just go read the chapter whatever suits ya ^-^

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CW: medical stuff & additionally a bit of unreality mentions

Okay going to try and keep this simple bc I've said parts of it before

So as most of you know, I've been sick for 3 months now

I've now been on two rounds of steroids, and currently on my third round of antibiotics, which are basically keep me fucntional, not improving

besides general discomfort and pain, my memory has been pretty shot at times, I will go through the day and barely remember what I did/what I'm doing/what I need to do

as someone who had brain fog caused by covid a few years ago, this was genuinely a scary experience because ultimately, this has been worse

i've felt out of control of my body, having times where I'm mid thought and then instantly lose it

this is not my normal, I usually pride myself on my memory, so losing it has been incredibly devastating and scary

this was not helped by the fact that the quick care I went to (THREE TIMES for this) basically kind of sort of tried to gaslight me into believing nothing could be done and that it's not an infection

so not only has this entire thing has gotten dragged out so much more, which makes me sad tbh, but I've also felt like I've been going crazy bc it felt like no one was believing me when i said I was sick and not getting any better (including friends, family, coworkers etc, though unintentional on their parts to be fair)

I feel like I've lost three months of my life and coming to terms with that has been, yeah

on top of all that, I'm still in school AND doing grad stuff, and while the school side of things has been okay (thank god), grad's had it's moments, won't get into it but have had multiple issues with my advisor that have been at times just really tough to deal with

Confused spirit got pushed to the back burner, because i quite literally at times could not think, and when it comes to this fic, where there's multiple ongoing plot threads, characterizations, lore, and so on to keep track of, it was just, impossible to me to even consider writing for it

having shorter stuff like promptober, the oneshots and such was great to keep me writing, and also still interact with everyone in the community, plus i had a lot of fun with them so that helped too

this is all to say that I do sincerly apologize for the delay, and at the very least I should've clearly communicated about there being a hiatus, when this all started I thought i'd be down for two weeks max, then as that time kept increasing I just kept putting it off and putting it off because i thought i was going to get better, and then I didn't

I do this for fun and for nothing else, fic writing isn't content (it's engaging with fandom) and i have to remind myself of that sometimes but given that I've been around in some capacity on and off I feel I should've said something in some regard

Having said all that, I'm doing okay now! Still sick, but as long as I'm on meds I'm functional, stuff is getting managable with grad, and hopefully have some fun things coming up irl! Point is, the last three months haven't been the best, but they've been alright, due in part to all the support you all have given me, so thank you for that, can't say it enough :)

Okay, I think that just about covers it, thank you for taking the time to read all of this if you did <3

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Naughty Girl

save a horse, ride a cowboy

w/c: 1K

pairing: cowboy!sam!wilson x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. riding, praise, jokes, teasing, titty sucking, he's a lil mean

a/n: this is my first time writing for sam- I’m praying I do my man justice bc he needs more lovin and i'll take one for the team

if there was something sam absolutely hated, it was admitting when he was wrong.

but in this case it was also admitting the fact that he was impressed.

the worst part about this was he didn't actually think you could do it. 

sure he had some faith in you, but that didn't change the fact that he, for the most part, was expecting to hear you begging him to do the all work.

he was pleasantly surprised though.

so he looked at you, amusement in his eyes and a shit eating grin on his face, "guess those lessons did pay off huh?

you playfully rolled your eyes and chuckled, "what you didn't think I could do it?"

"I just didn't expect for you to prove me wrong, sweetheart." he coos and squeezes your hip. 

you grinned and continued bouncing on his cock, somewhat using the skills he's taught you like how to mount a horse, though this was better than riding any horse. 

your hands were on his shoulders, helping your movements because you didn't fully trust yourself. you had been for it for a good amount of time, edging you both in the process but for once you didn't mind it. 

you were in a back room of the saloon, after dancing with your favorite cowboy it had you in a mood so you dragged him away. and as expected, he couldn't dare deny his lady of her needs. 

the music was still playing and all the partygoers were still stomping and dancing about with no clue what you were up to. 

and although anyone could just walk in, it didn't stop you whatsoever. it was a risky game and boy, did you love playing games.

your bounces on him were steady and precise, a decent pace that wouldn't throw you over the edge. the riskiness of it all had your head spinning and had you going faster. 

"fuck baby- keep going, don't stop." he moans, making you moan along with him. 

"sam-" you cry out, and dig your nails into his shoulders.

he groans and leans in closer, bringing his hands to your tits and squeezes them before taking you left nipple in his mouth, harshly sucking. you moaned and the added pleasure had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

"oh fuck- s-so good." you murmur and look down at him, switching nipples then going back to sucking as if his life depended on it.

you held onto his head and moved it upwards, "can you mark them? p-please?"

he pulled away then looked up at you with a smirk, "whatever my girl wants, she gets."

he went back down and instantly sucked on your skin, pulling away for a second to look at his handiwork then went back to it to lick over it soothingly. he then kissed it before moving upwards and repeating the process. 

cut to a minute later and five hickey's placed, he was happy with the results. 

you slowed down because your thighs were growing tired which only had sam shaking his head and clicking his tongue, "nuh uh, what do you think you're doing baby?"

"sam I'm tired-"

"did I say you could slow down?" he asked, making you whimper.

you shook your head and his hands went back to your hips, "then what are you waitin' for?"

you pouted and glared at him not making feel bad whatsoever but it did make him throb inside you. he chuckled and thrusted up once making you gasp, "c'mon be a good girl for me, you can do it baby." 

your walls clenched against him and you couldn't just not listen to him so you folded. you went back to your previous position, hands on his shoulders and your perfect bounces on his cock. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and the noises that came with every bounce confirmed it. 

"good girl… see how it's easy to listen to directions?" he teased, making you scoff, "you're one to talk."

he just laughs and shrugs, "you've still got me beat, sweetheart."

you pouted but kept going, feeling too good to stop. "can't forget how much of a brat you were when we met…" he murmured, sending shivers down your spine. 

you straightened up and stuck your ass out, making him shift his attention to it. his hands each smacked a cheek before groping them, helping you slam down, "were such a good girl back then.. secret brat too.."

"what a combination, don't ya think?" he murmured and you just nodded. 

"now all I've got is a naughty girl…" he breathes out, making your breath hitch.

"wantin' to fuck after one dance." he moans earning himself a loud whine from you.

he then stopped you, lifting himself up the tiniest bit, "dirty fucking girl- horny little thing, just can't help it can you baby?"

you whimpered and shook your head, "I can't-"

"I know baby, I know.." he coos and then gives you a grin, "it's what I love most about you."

before you could even respond, he started thrusting himself into you, not giving you any time to get used to it. you cried out and tried to hold onto him, sam noticing and deciding to kiss your chest. you held onto him as he pounded into you, the sounds in the room by some miracle still not as loud as the music. 

he was relentless, feeling himself getting close and wanting to make you get there as well so he went even fast. harder. 

just how you liked it and exactly what you needed.

"sam! fuck baby please–" you cried and sweet moans left your mouth.

"atta girl- doing so fucking good darlin'." he moans then moves his hands back to your hips. 

"need you to come for me baby, can you do that for me?' he cooed and you nodded.

"good girl- such a good fucking girl." he groans, his praise bringing you closer and closer to your release.

you felt him twitching inside you making you grab him and pull him away just to lean your forehead against his, "p-please- fuck- please give it to me, need you so bad."

he moaned out and smashed his lips against yours, now moaning against your lips as he thrusted as deep as he could go. you were whimpering while trying to kiss back which was enough to send you both over the edge. you kissed him back while he spilled his load deep inside you, still attempting to kiss you but it was just a sloppy mess.

he slowed down, riding out your highs while he made sure he gave you every drop he had. your legs were shaking as he pulled away and gave you a kiss on the cheek then on the forehead before finally stopping and holding you close.

he whispered sweet things in your ear as you fought hard to stay awake but he couldn't blame you, holding you in his arms as if he was afraid you'd slip out and never come back but neither of you were leaving. not any time soon or ever.

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[ 🥐 ] LOVE ALLIANCE : ALLIANCE D'AMOUR ⸻ MEET : y/n l/n's crew | k.bakugo x gn! reader smau series

phantom hero : mirage - y/n l/n → quirk : phantom touch - allows the user to create temporary constructs that can interact with the physical environment. these constructs are only visible to the user and can be anything from simple shapes (walls/shields/etc) to more complex forms (weapons/creatures/etc). [ a/n: i havent decided if y/n's quirk will be relevant enough but if it is i'll make sure to give more info about it! i wanted to give a quirk just incase ykwim. ] → a well loved and popular hero. praised for their skills and charming personality. → gets moped into dating scandals for even the slightest interactions with other pro heroes 😭. → had a crush on bakugo in highschool

zero gravity hero : uravity - ochaco uraraka → founder of gravity guidance : a quirk counseling enterprise that helps young children/students with their quirks. → might have returning feels for a certain ua teacher. → has occasionally hosted game and talk shows!

rain season hero : froppy - tsuyu asui → girly is does NOT gaf about rumors or scandals about her. → will proudly say or tweet whatever is on her mind (her pr team has given up i fear). → she has many amphibians and exotic bugs as pets.

ua teacher : deku - izuku midoriya → his embers last forever. although he is significantly weaker than before, he works to regain his strength. → yes his classmates are still actively funding for a hero suit. → currently he teaches at ua academy.

speed hero : ingenium - tenya iida → he is also an author. → he enjoys writing in his free time, it helps him feel calm. → mother of the group, always looking out for his friends and assuring that their needs are met.

hot and cold hero : shoto - shoto todoroki → does modeling on the side. → not hard to spot his face on a big billboard. → donates a lot of his income to quirk therapy and villain rehabilitation centers.

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୨ৎ : shoto got his brother touya into modelling too! although it took a bit of convincing, he eventually agreed. it's not his main career at the moment, but he's enjoying it as he tries to figure out what he wants to do in life. ୨ৎ : tsu has doxxed MANY people (haters). beware before you post smack about her or her friends because trust you'll find your ip address in your comments. ୨ৎ : iida also likes painting! he mostly paints geometrical shapes with muted colors when he's going through writers block. ୨ৎ : ochaco is a big fashion girlie! when she's not feeling tired or lazy, trust she'll glam out! (pro hero money PAYS) ୨ৎ : izuku has many fan boys and girls of his own (just like how he fanboyed over all might in his student days). he is grateful for their admiration!

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my au my rules i don't want anyone of you commenting on izuku's quirk situation. "ermm that's not accurate to the lore 🤓☝️" SHUSHH. do you guys like the little random things i gave them to do on their side!!!! also also pretend they do have those official tick marks bc i added those later but felt lazy and didn't update the screenshots.

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Heaven (I Bet You Like That)

Contains smut. MINORS DNI.

Helloooo welcome to my fashion school Woosang AU from my poll the other day! This has been floating around in my head for a while and I wrote it in like three days lol. I know my member x member fic doesn't do quite as well on here as my x reader stuff, but I hope you all still enjoy!

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✧✩✮ Summary: Yeosang liked to think he got along with everyone in the fashion program relatively well. It was a small school, and a small program. There were only eight fashion design majors in his year. They’d grown close quickly. But one of them, just one, drove Yeosang insane. Jung Wooyoung. ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Jung Wooyoung ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Includes: background 2ho, background matz, fashion school AU, enemies to lovers, drunk confession, smut with a lot of plot, Jackson Wang party ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Word count: 7.2k ✮✩✧

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Yeosang liked to think he got along with everyone in the fashion program relatively well.

It was a small school, and a small program. There were only eight fashion design majors in his year. They’d grown close quickly.

But one of them, just one, drove Yeosang insane.

Jung Wooyoung.

He excelled everywhere Yeosang struggled. He was amazing at flat-patterning, he could sew boning in with no issues, and he was even good at math. For a gay man, Yeosang had no idea how he was so good at calculating patterns from measurements.

And he was definitely gay. Wooyoung and San had had something going for the past few months, something Yunho had once referred to as “the world’s worst situationship.”

It wasn’t like Yeosang was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? Wooyoung drove him insane. The twinge in his chest whenever Wooyoung leaned over San’s lap or tapped his nose was just disgust at Wooyoung’s happiness.

Obviously.

“So, why are you telling me all of this?” Jongho gave him a look. “I know you don’t like Woo. Everyone knows you don’t like Woo. You don’t have to prove it to me.”

“I do, though.” Yeosang yawned.

“Jesus, Sangie, go to bed.” Jongho laughed. “Drunk, tired Yeosang needs to get some sleep before Advanced Draping at 9:30 tomorrow.”

“Yeah, clearly you’re fucked up. The way you’re talking about him, someone might even think that you like him.” Yunho’s eyes twinkled as he sipped on his beer.

“Like him?” Yeosang’s eyes widened. “I don’t— I don’t like him.”

“Mhm.” Yunho raised his eyebrows.

Yeosang groaned. “Don’t tell anyone I like him, please. I don’t.”

“You sure are defensive.” Jongho said.

“I just don’t want slander about me going around.”

“Wooyoung isn’t that bad. He’s pretty chill.”

“I disagree.” Yeosang groaned, collapsing back into the sofa. “He’s infuriating, and so so pretty, I mean have you seen his hair? Or his eyes… no one that annoying should be allowed to look that good, I swear to god.”

Yunho snickered, and Yeosang looked at him to see him exchanging glances with Jongho. “What! I’m right!”

“Whatever you say, Sangie.” Yunho laughed. “All I’m going to say is you’re really lucky we’re your roommates and you didn’t sign a lease with Sannie, because I’m not sure he’d take kindly to hearing you talk about his world’s worst situationship this way.”

“Take kindly, what do you mean?” Yeosang scrunched up his face. “Seriously, I can’t fucking stand Wooyoung. I’m not trying to steal San’s man.”

Yunho gave Jongho another look. “Help me out here?”

“Yeosang, you really should go to bed, before you say something else you’ll regret.” Jongho tried again.

“I won’t regret anything.” Yeosang fumbled for his phone. “Here, I’ll record something and prove it. I’ll look at this in the morning and I swear I’ll agree with myself when I’m sober again.”

Jongho just laughed.

Yeosang flipped on the front camera. “I, Kang Yeosang, declare tonight that Jung Wooyoung is too annoying to be as pretty as he is, and that I cannot fucking stand him.” He added an eye roll for emphasis. “I also declare that San is the unluckiest man in the Ateez third-year fashion cohort, and that I pity him, because who would want Wooyoung all over them like that? His hair is so pretty and he doesn’t even deserve it.” Yeosang changed angles. “I look kinda good, don’t you think, Yun? Anyway, I think Wooyoung should stop with his weird thing with Sannie and get less pretty because I don’t like him.” He nodded decisively. “That’s all. Goodnight.”

“Christ.” Yunho sighed, massaging his forehead. “You’re obsessed with the man, it’s so obvious to everyone.”

“I don’t like him!” Yeosang insisted for the millionth time.

“Mhm.”

“I do not.” Yeosang’s eyes were huge as he looked at Jongho, whose expression was deadpan.

“Yeosang, this is the last time I’m going to suggest this. Go to bed.” Jongho glanced at his own phone. “It’s 1:30 already, and you’ve had so much to drink.” He looked at Yunho. “Why did we think it was a good idea to drink on a Sunday?”

“Celebration.” Yunho grinned. “I got an A on my draping project, remember?”

“So this is your fault.” Jongho grinned at him. “We all should go to sleep.”

“I think you guys have some unresolved romantic tension between you.” Yeosang observed.

“Okay, it’s really time to go to sleep.” Yunho said quickly, his face reddening.

“You’re blushing!”

“I’m embarrassed you’d suggest such a thing.”

“Mhm.”

“Bedtime!” Yunho helped Yeosang off the couch.

—

Yeosang groaned as his alarm went off, hitting for the snooze button. It seemed he’d already pressed it too many times, as the ringing didn’t stop. He opened his eyes, blearily looking at the time— shit.

He jumped out of bed, hurrying to get into fresh clothes, ignoring the uncomfortable lines on his legs from where he’d slept in his now-rumpled jeans.

There was a splitting headache developing behind his eyes as he brushed his teeth and sprayed his cologne, and he hurried to throw some ibuprofen in his mouth before grabbing his backpack. He almost walked out the door without his laptop before remembering and running back to grab it. He was definitely going to be late to draping.

As he walked out of his apartment building, grateful for the millionth time that he’d decided to spend a little more a month for the complex right next to campus, he looked through his phone, checking for any notifications he’d missed in his rush to prepare for class.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw a text from Wooyoung, and he actually stumbled on the sidewalk when he remembered what he’d been saying about him last night. When he remembered the video he’d recorded last night.

There was no way he’d sent it to him. Surely he would’ve remembered that.

Surely.

Surely…

Yeosang shoved his phone in his pocket, ignoring Wooyoung’s text. There was no way he’d bring up whatever it was in class, right? He could address it when he was a little more awake.

Yeosang walked into draping at 9:37, his stomach in knots that would’ve impressed a seasoned sailor. His usual seat had been taken by someone he didn’t recognize.

“Yeosang, thanks for joining us.” The professor gave him a tight-lipped smile. “We have a student considering joining the sophomore cohort shadowing Hongjoong today.”

The person sitting in his seat smiled and waved.

Yeosang smiled and waved back, pushing down the annoyance in his chest. It wasn’t the prospective student’s fault, if anything, he’d have to yell at Hongjoong later.

The only seat that Yeosang could take if he wanted to see what the professor was doing was beside Wooyoung.

Of fucking course.

Yeosang sighed and sat down, pulling his laptop out to take notes on the lecture. It immediately dinged with a message, and he hurried to turn down the volume before opening his messaging app.

[Wooyoung] Yeosang

[Wooyoung] Did you send that to me on purpose??

[Wooyoung] Aw, you’re sitting next to me

[Wooyoung] Do you like me or something?

Yeosang took a deep breath before scrolling up just a little bit.

There was his video from last night, declaring Wooyoung and San’s situationship should end and that Wooyoung was too annoying to be so pretty.

Yeosang wanted to shrivel up and die like a dehydrated plant.

He took a moment to compose himself before typing out a response.

[Yeosang] I do not like you.

[Yeosang] I recorded that video as a joke, I did not intend to send it to you.

Wooyoung’s fingers flew across his keyboard.

[Wooyoung] Joke, huh?

As he kept typing, Yeosang had a sinking feeling in his chest. He was dead.

[Wooyoung] Because from where I’m sitting

[Wooyoung] You were drunk as fuck

[Wooyoung] And you said you think I’m pretty

[Wooyoung] And that me and San should stop talking to each other

[Wooyoung] And both of those things seem a little… well.

[Wooyoung] Is there something you want to say to me, Yeosangie?

Yeosang fucking hated that he was sitting right beside Wooyoung as they were having this conversation. Of fucking course this had to happen during a 9:30 class on a Monday, when he’d woken up late. Of fucking course Wooyoung could see his every reaction to his every message.

Of fucking course Yeosang had sent the video last night.

He scrolled up to look at it again, and noticed a message along with it.

[Yeosang] Attachment: Video

[Yeosang] For you ;)

Yeosang sighed aloud— quietly, they were still in class, but he truly couldn’t keep it in.

He shut his laptop and took notes by hand the rest of the class.

—

Yeosang rushed out of the room when the professor ended class. He couldn’t deal with Wooyoung right now.

Or maybe ever. Maybe he’d switch majors. Maybe he’d go into finance. He could be a finance bro. Actually, who was he kidding, his green hair wouldn’t last a day in the business school. Maybe psychology. He could probably stomach that. Switching to a STEM major in his second to last year of school would be unfortunate, but probably doable. Right?

“What happened?” Hongjoong came up behind him, interrupting his ruminations. Mingi was beside him. “What on Earth did you send Wooyoung? He was all perturbed this morning.”

“Perturbed.” Yeosang muttered. “That’s a vocab word right there.”

“Writing minor pulling through.” Hongjoong nodded. “Seriously, though, what was it?”

“I just recorded something last night, when I was drinking with Yunho and Jongho, and I sent it uh… accidentally.” He didn’t think the “for you ;)” message was relevant.

“Well, what did you record?” Mingi said impatiently. “You know I’m nosy, Yeosang, I can’t keep myself out of this.”

“Sure you can. I just won’t tell you.”

“If you don’t tell me, Woo will.”

Yeosang gave an annoyed huff. “Fine. I said I thought he was pretty but annoying and that he and San should break up.”

Mingi was silent for a moment, then he laughed loudly. “Oh my god, Yeosang! Do you seriously think he’ll ever let that go?”

“Shut up.” Yeosang closed his eyes. “Truly, Min, I have such a headache.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just… wow.”

“Do you think he told San?”

“No way.” Hongjoong said at the same time as Mingi said “Definitely.”

Yeosang closed his eyes. “Well, that clears things up. I’m going to go take a hundred year nap, and when I wake up, you all will be dead and I will have a fresh start.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Mingi raised his eyebrows. “Maybe Woo’s into it.”

“Don’t— I’m not into it!” Yeosang protested. “Drunk me was trying to get across that I don’t like Wooyoung, despite his— his physical features! No one is into anything!”

“Repressed much?”

“Shut up, Mr. Won’t-Talk-To-Seonghwa.” Yeosang snarked.

Hongjoong went red. “Nothing’s up with me and Seonghwa!”

Mingi laughed, giving Hongjoong a meaningful look.

“You know what, I don’t want to know.” Yeosang said. “You guys can keep your little roommate bond, and I’ll keep my hatred for Wooyoung.”

“Wow, hatred is strong, considering you told the guy he was pretty and that he and San should break up.”

“Shut up!”

—

Tragically, Yeosang was woken just an hour into his hundred year nap by his phone buzzing with a text.

He rubbed his eyes, opening it.

[Wooyoung] Are you going to respond to me lol

Yeosang groaned, throwing his arm over his face. He was really wishing all of it had been a bad dream, but clearly it had not.

He typed out a few things before settling on a message.

[Yeosang] I do not have feelings for you, if that’s what you’re trying to figure out.

[Yeosang] I am sorry for sending that video, I truly did record it as a joke

[Yeosang] I didn’t mean anything I said

Wooyoung typed for a few minutes, and then responded.

[Wooyoung] I don’t believe you lol

[Wooyoung] You may not like it but I know you Yeosangie, you don’t say things you don’t mean, even when you’re drunk

[Yeosang] Don’t call me that, it implies we’re close

[Wooyoung] Lmao

[Wooyoung] I like you Sangie

Yeosang gave a short sigh.

[Yeosang] Stop playing with me

[Wooyoung] I’m being so for real with you

[Yeosang] Stop making fun of me, seriously, Wooyoung.

[Wooyoung] I’m not making fun of you.

Yeosang didn’t respond.

—

Yeosang tried very, very hard to forget about the video for the next few days, and it seemed like the rest of the cohort forgot, too. Things went back to normal, and soon enough it was Friday night, and Yeosang had a latte and an essay due on Sunday that were calling his name.

Yeosang liked essays. He knew how to write them, how to research for them, how to compose a good outline. It was formulaic, almost relaxing.

He checked his phone one last time, intending to set it aside, but he was met with a video call from Wooyoung.

He ignored it, letting it ring out, but then it buzzed again, and Yeosang picked up. “What the hell, Woo, I’m working on a paper.”

Wooyoung was very close to the screen. “On a Friday night? Lame!”

“Did you call just to berate me for studying?” Yeosang sighed.

“Noooo.” Wooyoung drew out the word. “I called you to see how serious you were about thinking I’m pretty.”

Yeosang froze.

Wooyoung smirked, but didn’t say anything.

“What do you mean by that?” Yeosang said carefully.

“I mean… come over?”

Yeosang’s stomach jumped. “Isn’t San…”

“San is out of town.”

Yeosang’s stomach jumped again.

“Wooyoung, I’m not— I don’t think you actually want to cheat.”

“Not cheating if we’re not together.”

“But you— you are together.”

Wooyoung sighed, his expression going surprisingly flat. “Yeosang, just tell me you don’t want me and get it over with.”

“It’s— that’s not it, Wooyoung, I promise that’s not it—” Yeosang realized what he’d just said and stopped with his mouth half open. “Wait, that’s not what I—”

“You do want me!” Wooyoung said with a cackle. “Mingi! You were right!”

“Mingi!” Yeosang yelled, hoping he would be able to hear through Wooyoung’s phone. “What the fuck!”

Wooyoung flopped down on the couch beside Mingi, holding up his phone so they were both in the frame.

“I was just mentioning our conversation the other day.” Mingi said with a laugh.

“I see you refusing to look directly at the camera.” Yeosang grumped. “I know you’re plotting things. Stop trying to get Woo to cheat on his weird thing with San. Don’t drag me into the world’s worst situationship!” Yeosang massaged his temple. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m not trying to get Wooyoung to cheat!” Mingi protested.

Yeosang sighed loudly.

Wooyoung turned the camera back to himself. “What if we just… like… made San jealous?”

“Like I said, don’t drag me into this! Get Mingi to help you with your little mind games.”

Wooyoung’s eye twinkled. “Mingi isn’t the one who sent me a video about how pretty I am.”

“Did you miss the annoying part? Did you miss the ‘I pity San’ part?”

“We don’t have to fuck.” Wooyoung shrugged, as if this were a normal thing to say. “We could just get a few pictures of us looking vaguely scandalous and someone could happen to send them to Sannie. All I want is for him to actually ask me out.”

Yeosang’s stomach twisted like he’d been stabbed. “You’re only doing this for San’s attention, like I said, don’t make me a part of this.”

And with that, he hung up.

—

Yeosang couldn’t sleep that night. The latte probably had something to do with that, but he had a feeling Wooyoung’s call was a part of it, too.

Wooyoung had called him asking him to help him make San jealous.

Wooyoung was using his attraction to him against him. He was using him.

So why was Yeosang still thinking about it?

We don’t have to fuck. We could just get a few pictures of us looking vaguely scandalous.

Vaguely scandalous still meant Yeosang would get to touch him.

And… and he still hated Wooyoung. A little bit of touching wouldn’t change anything.

A small voice in his head whispered, if you still hate him so much, why are you helping him make San jealous?

Yeosang smiled, answering the voice. This will implode on him. San will drop him entirely, and he’ll be worse off than he began.

He was rationalizing. A part of him knew he had entirely selfish motivations for going along with Wooyoung’s batshit insane plan to get San to ask him out.

Regardless of why, he got out of bed, putting on a pair of sweatpants and leaving his big T-shirt on.

Yunho and Jongho were sitting on the couch when he walked into the living room. He could see they were sitting cuddled together, but as Yeosang said, “Hey, I’m heading over to Mingi’s,” they couldn’t get to opposite ends of the sofa fast enough.

Yeosang snorted, going for the door. “Have a good night. I’ll be back later.”

“See you, Sangie!” Jongho said, a little short of breath.

He walked up a flight of stairs and a few doors down the hallway to get to Mingi, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung’s apartment. He knocked three times, then took a tiny step back.

A few moments later, Hongjoong opened the door, his face a little confused. “Yeosang?”

“Yeosang!” Mingi whooped from behind Hongjoong.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, walking past Hongjoong into the apartment. “Wooyoung, I’ll help you with your stupid plan.”

Wooyoung sat up straight from the armchair he’d been slumped in. “Seriously?”

Yeosang closed his eyes, regretting his decision already. “Seriously.”

Wooyoung laughed. “Yes! I had a feeling you’d come around, Sangie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Aw.” Wooyoung pouted, and something flared in Yeosang’s chest.

We don’t have to fuck.

Yeosang wanted to fuck.

He pushed that thought down as far as he could. “What were you thinking? What do you want to do to look… what did you say? Vaguely scandalous?”

Wooyoung’s pout disappeared, and he beamed. “I’m so glad you asked. I was thinking we go in my bedroom and watch a show together. And then someone can take a picture of us looking all affectionate.”

Yeosang couldn’t hold back his sharp inhale. “You think that will be convincing? We do not like each other. We wouldn’t be that familiar.”

Mingi shrugged. “I don’t know, I think San would believe it.”

“You know what, fine.” Yeosang crossed his arms. “Fine. Whatever you say, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung winked. “That’s the spirit, Sangie!”

Yeosang bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something else snarky. “Who’s taking the pictures?”

“I will.” Hongjoong smiled, holding up his phone. “I’ll let you guys get comfy, and then I’ll come in and take a few photos, so your surprise looks authentic.”

Before Yeosang could respond, Wooyoung got up, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the short hallway. “C’mon!”

Yeosang let himself be pulled, following Wooyoung’s lead into the bedroom.

The first thing Yeosang noticed about Wooyoung’s bedroom was the strong scent of his cologne. The second thing was that it was clean, but not quite tidy. The laundry on the floor was folded, clearly ready to be put in the dresser, and nearly every corner of the room was covered in some kind of art or trinket. Yeosang didn’t know what to look at first.

It was so Wooyoung he was overwhelmed with it.

“Here’s my bed.” Wooyoung put a stack of folded clothes on the floor, patting the dusky purple comforter. “We can get in.”

Yeosang got in, moving awkwardly.

“Christ, calm down.” Wooyoung huffed, putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling him to his side. Yeosang squeaked. “It’s just my bed. We’re just pretending.”

He found his laptop from where it was charging beside his bed and unlocked it before queueing up a show, some drama Yeosang hadn’t seen but had heard was good. “You know this show?”

“Heard of it.”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Wooyoung put on the first episode, then set it at the end of the bed and pulled Yeosang close again.

Yeosang was so aware of every point of contact he had with Wooyoung it almost hurt. His arm was squished between them, his head was on Wooyoung’s shoulder, and their thighs were touching.

Their thighs…

Yeosang glanced down at Wooyoung’s legs. He was wearing shorts, and they’d ridden up a bit to expose his muscular thighs.

Yeosang bit his tongue till he tasted blood, forcing himself to look back at the laptop. Calm the fuck down.

Wooyoung hugged him a bit closer, and Yeosang fought to stay calmed the fuck down. “Sangie, isn’t this nice?”

“Huh?” Yeosang looked up at him, suddenly aware of how incredibly close they were.

Wooyoung smiled, and Yeosang could see every little line on his lips, every place he wanted his mouth to be. “I know you don’t actually hate me.”

Yeosang pushed him away. “I do, though. I’m only doing this because I think it’ll blow up in your face. San will be mad!”

“I don’t know.” Wooyoung said, looking at his bedpost thoughtfully. “I don’t know how Sannie will respond.”

“Then why the hell—” Yeosang started angrily, but Wooyoung held a finger up to his lips.

“Shhh, pay attention to the show.”

Yeosang sighed irately, but he allowed himself to settle back under Wooyoung’s arm.

He paid very little attention to the show, instead focusing on Wooyoung. The subtle ways he touched him, the way he breathed. His fucking thighs, which were far hotter than they really had any right to be. They were thighs, for god’s sake.

Yeosang kept an eye out for Hongjoong, but he never saw him.

The episode ended, and Wooyoung leaned forward, his top riding up— was that fucking lace along the waistband of his shorts?

Yeosang just stared at the place where the probably-lace had been as Wooyoung navigated to a different show. “Here, I have another one I want to show you.” He adjusted a bit, and fuck, yes, that was definitely lace, black lace against his skin.

“Why are you wearing lace underwear?” He blurted before he really realized it, his voice accusatory.

“Hm?” Wooyoung turned around to look at him. “Maybe I like it.”

Yeosang just blinked at him. “San is out of town. There’s no one around to see it.”

“Maybe I’m wearing because I think I’m hot as fuck and I like to see myself in lace.” Wooyoung said indignantly. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No,” Yeosang breathed. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” As if of their own volition, his eyes flickered back to his waistband, lingering for just a second.

A sly smile unfurled on Wooyoung’s face. “What, you want to see again?”

Yeosang’s heart beat double-time in his chest. Fuck yes, he wanted to see it again, but this wasn’t part of the plan, he was San’s, he was doing this to get San’s attention—

He took a deep breath. “Yes— maybe.”

“Maybe?” Wooyoung’s smile only grew. “You’ve gotta be a little more committal than that, Sangie, if you really want to see.”

Wooyoung was teasing him. Using his attraction to him against him.

Two could play at that game.

Keeping eye contact with Wooyoung, Yeosang slowly reached forward, pushing his hand under his cropped shirt and running his fingers over the lace.

Wooyoung made a small, pathetic noise, his breath going heavy, his eyes lidding over. “Yeosang…”

“No more Sangie?” Yeosang murmured. “I’m Yeosang now?”

There was a shuffling sound at the door.

Yeosang pulled his hand back like Wooyoung was a hot stove, looking at the door. Hongjoong was peeking in, his phone in his hand.

“Hongjoong!”

“Perfect!” Hongjoong beamed. “Oh my god, San’s going to lose it.”

“Don’t— don’t send those.” Wooyoung hurried to say, jumping up. “Seriously, Hongjoong, get different ones.”

“Are you sure?” Hongjoong said. “These are really— what did you say, vaguely scandalous.”

“They’re more than vaguely.” Yeosang said.

“Yeah.” Wooyoung bit his lip. “I don’t actually want him to think I’m cheating or anything, and that’s— that’s what that looks like.”

Yeosang had a sinking feeling he’d just made a very big mistake.

—

They ended up scrapping the plan to make San jealous. Wooyoung was just going to ask him out himself when he was back. Mingi and Hongjoong were sworn to secrecy on what had happened that Friday night.

Yeosang avoided Wooyoung like the plague.

He only saw him in class. Any functions Wooyoung might’ve been at, Yeosang refused to attend. When he decided not to go to the fashion school semester luncheon because he’d be seated next to Wooyoung, Yunho intervened, cornering him in their apartment one day.

“Wooyoung’s affecting you.” He said from the couch as Yeosang hurried to his bedroom.

Yeosang turned around. “Yeah, well, he’s driving me crazy.”

“Crazy how?”

“What do you mean crazy how? Bad crazy.”

“I think maybe it’s more like sexual crazy.”

“Jesus Christ, Yunho.” Yeosang rolled his eyes.

“Mingi told me about the other night.”

Yeosang swore. “I guess everyone in the fucking cohort’s heard about it at this point.”

“Not San.”

“That’s great.” Yeosang’s words dripped with sarcasm.

“You can’t avoid him forever.”

“Watch me.”

“What do you want with him?” Yunho turned around properly on the couch, as if he were preparing for a long conversation.

Yeosang sighed, dropping his shoulders. They were so tense. “I don’t know, Yun.”

“I think you do.” Yunho said softly.

“I want him.” Yeosang said.

“I know.”

“But he’s San’s. And also I hate him.”

“Okay, first off, drop the hating him act. You do not hate him, we all know it.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes.

Yunho continued. “Second off, you need to talk to him. Have you noticed he and San have been more distant recently, they’re not as… affectionate as they usually are.”

“I’ve been trying not to pay too much attention to either of them.” Yeosang muttered.

“Tell Wooyoung you have feelings for him.”

“I— I don’t—” Yeosang deflated. “I do have feelings for him.”

Yunho smiled triumphantly. “I know. You just have to do something about it.”

“No.” Yeosang said emphatically, walking to his room and shutting the door behind him with more force than was necessary.

—

Yeosang’s phone buzzed.

He froze. He recognized that vibration pattern.

[Wooyoung] Are you going to the luncheon?

[Wooyoung] Hope I can see you there :)

Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn’t see those texts when he opened them.

He opened them. The texts were still there.

[Yeosang] Not sure.

[Yeosang] Since when are you hoping you can see me?

Wooyoung responded almost immediately.

[Wooyoung] I just want to talk to you

There was instantly a ball of anxiety in Yeosang’s stomach. Wooyoung typed for a minute, then the bubble disappeared, then it reappeared, then it disappeared, then finally Yeosang got a text.

[Wooyoung] There are thing we need to talk about

Leave it to Wooyoung to be as vague as possible.

Of course, Yeosang knew he had to be referring to Friday night, but there were many things that could be said about Friday night. Yeosang had no idea what to expect.

[Wooyoung] Unless you’d like to talk sooner?

Yeosang typed out “How about never?” and then deleted it.

[Yeosang] What is there to talk about Woo

[Yeosang] Mistakes were made

[Yeosang] Can’t we just pretend like nothing ever happened?

Wooyoung typed for a long time.

[Wooyoung] I’d like to talk about it, Yeosang.

Yeosang threw his phone onto his bed. “Fuck you, Wooyoung.”

—

Yeosang didn’t go to the fashion school luncheon.

One of Seonghwa’s friends was hosting a party that night at his house, and Yeosang needed to get drunk and not think about Wooyoung, so he did three shots of shitty vodka before leaving his apartment.

He had two beers in Seonghwa’s apartment, and then they left for the party.

Jackson Wang’s house was crowded, and the music thumped through his skull like heavy footsteps. His head was already more than a little fuzzy as he leaned on Seonghwa.

“Hwa, is anyone else coming?”

“I think Joong and Mingi— they didn’t mention anyone else, though, if you’re worried about Wooyoung.”

“I don’t wanna see Wooyoung. Can you introduce me to your friend?”

“Jackson gets busy at these things, he’s an amazing host, but he’s probably talking to some girl by now.” Seonghwa laughed. “Why don’t we go meet up with Minho and Seungmin?”

Yeosang smiled. “I like Minho and Seungmin! We had a class with them!”

“Yeah! Did you know they’re dating now?”

Yeosang’s mouth dropped open. “No way! That’s good, they’re totally, like, made for each other.”

“I know. Let’s go find them until our other friends get here.”

They weaved through the party, Yeosang holding onto Seonghwa’s fingertips, until he got distracted by something sparkly in a corner he wanted to examine and let go.

That was a mistake. Seonghwa was gone in a matter of moments, leaving Yeosang adrift. He made it over to the sparkly thing. It was a CD player. Yeosang had no idea why Jackson had a CD player but cool for him.

He stumbled over his feet on his way to the direction Seonghwa had gone. He was already nowhere to be seen.

A panic seized his chest. Where had Seonghwa gone? He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t figure out where to look for him. Surely he’d come looking for Yeosang, right?

He decided to find somewhere quiet to sit and wait. That was what you were supposed to do when you were lost, right? Stay in place and wait to be found?

He found the stairs and sat a few steps up, pulling out his phone.

[Wooyoung] I see you lol

Yeosang looked around.

A hand shot out of the crowd, waving at him. Yeosang stood, following it to its owner, who was indeed Wooyoung.

He made his way through the crowd to Yeosang. He made even a black T shirt and a zip up hoodie look so goddamn good as he leaned against the banister.

“Fancy running into you here.” He grinned.

Yeosang groaned. “I didn’t want to see you.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Did you know I was going to be here?”

“Maybe.”

Yeosang groaned again, letting his head fall back. “I just can’t escape you, can I? You seriously thought a party would be the best place to discuss whatever the fuck is going on with us?”

“I didn’t want to discuss so much as I wanted to make out with you… but this is the drunkest I’ve ever seen you, Sangie, maybe we should get you home.” He gave Yeosang a look up and down.

Yeosang waved his hand. “I’m fine. I was going to go see Minho and Seungmin. They’re my friends.”

“I know Minho and Seungmin.”

“Do you know where they are?”

“No.”

“Of course.” Yeosang grumbled. “I came with Seonghwa, do you at least know where he is?” He blinked. “Wait, did you say you wanted to make out with me?”

“That took a sec.” Wooyoung laughed. “Yeah, I did.”

“But… but San…”

“Yeosang, I want you.” Wooyoung looked at him intently.

“Did you talk to— did— but San.” Yeosang’s head spun.

“You’re too drunk for this conversation.” Wooyoung muttered. “We really should get you home.”

“Since when did you give a fuck about me?” Yeosang raised his eyebrows. “You’ve been such a Yeosang hater since we first met, and now you’re telling me I need to get home safe or whatever? I don’t understand you, Jung Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung.” He rolled the words around in his mouth. “You have a good name. Jung Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung helped Yeosang stand. “I’ll text Hwa, I’m taking you home.”

“But Minho and Seungmin! I was going to see them.” Yeosang whined.

“Yeosang. Look at me.”

Yeosang looked into Wooyoung’s eyes. They were deep and serious.

“Your eyes are deep and serious.”

A blush rose on Wooyoung’s cheeks. “Yeah, we’re definitely getting you home.”

Wooyoung texted Seonghwa, and they walked back to the apartment building together, Yeosang practically hanging off of Wooyoung.

“Here, give me your key.” Wooyoung said when they got to Yeosang’s door.

“I can unlock it myself!” Yeosang tried to fit the key into the lock, but the lock kept dodging and moving on him.

Wooyoung plucked the key from his fingers. “Let me do it.”

Yeosang slumped against him. “Wooyoungieee, I’m so tired.”

Wooyoung smiled. “Didn’t you want to see Minho and Seungmin just a minute ago?”

“I wanna sleep now.” He gave Wooyoung a pout, and something darkened in Wooyoung’s deep and serious eyes.

Wooyoung finished opening the door. Yeosang tugged him inside.

“I was just going to drop you off—” Wooyoung protested, but Yeosang cut him off.

“No, I’m tired, do you want to sleep in my bed with me? It’ll be so cozy, I promise.” Yeosang widened his eyes.

Wooyoung sighed. “I’ll just make sure you get in safe.”

—

When Yeosang opened his eyes, he felt half-dead.

It was still dark outside, but his desk lamp was on.

And Wooyoung was sitting at his desk, scrolling thorough his phone with a soft, unguarded expression on his face.

“Wooyoung?” Yeosang pushed himself up against the pillows. “Jesus, my head hurts.”

Wooyoung looked back at him, a genuine smile on his face. “Yeosang. It’s so early, you should go back to sleep.”

“Why are you up?”

“Oh, um… you wanted me to sleep in your bed with you, but I… you were so drunk and I didn’t want you to feel like…” Wooyoung trailed off. It was the most awkward Yeosang had ever seen him.

“I vaguely remember that.” Yeosang rubbed his head.

“So I was just… I thought I’d stay and make sure you were okay.”

Yeosang just stared at him. “Who are you and what have you done with Jung Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung huffed a sigh, but he was smiling. “I was just trying to be nice.”

“To me?” Yeosang blinked. “Nice to me? I thought you didn’t like me.”

Wooyoung laughed. “I think you’re the one who doesn’t like me. I know I like pushing peoples buttons, but I do it out of affection.”

“Some love language.” Yeosang muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. I do mean it, though. I never intended to be… I don’t know, mean to you.”

Yeosang thought for a moment. “I… I guess you never have been.”

The room was silent for a moment. Yeosang’s head throbbed.

Wooyoung swallowed. “I did mean what I said. I don’t want San, I want you.”

“Then why’d you chase him so hard?”

Wooyoung was quiet for a second. “To be honest, our relationship was always more friends with benefits than anything else. We were exclusive, but when I asked him out… he said no.”

“He said no?” Yeosang was shocked.

“Yeah.” Wooyoung laughed. “He said that Hongjoong sent him the pictures anyway, and that I should ask you out. Not in, like, a mean way. He wasn’t angry at all. I think he just wants me to be happy.”

“And he thinks I would make you happy?”

“I think you would make me happy.”  Wooyoung said softly.

Oh.

Oh.

“Wooyoung, can I please kiss you?”

Wooyoung got out of Yeosang’s desk chair, walking over to where he was still in bed. “Are you sure, Sangie?”

Yeosang grabbed the collar of Wooyoung’s shirt and yanked him into a kiss.

It was hot, and needy, and their hands were immediately all over each other. Wooyoung straddled Yeosang on the bed, feeling all down his back. Yeosang’s hands found his waist, and he groaned into his mouth as he felt lace again. He pulled back to talk to Wooyoung.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He could feel Wooyoung’s grin on his lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Yeosang groaned, one hand staying on Wooyoung’s waist, playing with the lace, as the other tangled in his hair, pushing him closer to Yeosang.

Wooyoung sighed. “Sangie, I’m in heaven right now.”

“What, me telling you to shut the fuck up is heaven?”

“Well I won’t say it doesn’t get me worked up.”

Yeosang groaned. “Of course you’re a freak.”

“Did you seriously think I’d be vanilla? Me?”

Yeosang kissed him again, harder. “So, you wear lace underwear and you like it when I tell you to shut up, I guess you’re a bottom then?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, baby.” Wooyoung winked.

“Christ.” Yeosang mumbled. “Yeah, you’re a bottom.”

“What, you think you can top me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Wooyoung’s eyes flashed. “Prove it.”

Yeosang smiled at the challenge, his fingers dipping a little below the waistband of his jeans, tracing the lace. Wooyoung’s breath caught.

“Definitely a bottom.”

“Shut up.” Wooyoung breathed, but there was no venom behind it.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that to you?”

Wooyoung didn’t respond, just making a small noise when Yeosang’s fingers moved down even further to touch along the crease between his thighs and his torso.

“You like this?”

“Yes.” Wooyoung said on an exhale. “Yeah, Yeosang, I like this.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Good— good boy.” The praise caught in Yeosang’s throat, unsure if Wooyoung would be into it, but he got a moan in return. “Good boy.” He said, more confident this time.

Wooyoung actually whimpered. “Touch me more.”

Yeosang smiled, brushing his fingers over Wooyoung’s cock, which was already straining against the underwear. “Here?”

“Yes!” Wooyoung whined.

Yeosang rubbed his cock through the lace. Wooyoung’s hips moved erratically forward into his hand.

Yeosang pushed him back down with his other hand. “Good boys are patient.”

“Fuck, Yeosang, I didn’t know you had this kind of dominance in you.” Wooyoung laughed softly.

“What, you never saw me as a top?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “I guess not.”

“You give off the strongest brat vibes I’ve ever seen.”

Wooyoung crossed his arms. “I am absolutely appalled that you’d—”

Yeosang gently squeezed his cock, and he yelped. Yeosang snickered.

“Fine, yes, I’m a brat.” He rolled his eyes.

“Proving it already.”

“Shut— shut up.” Wooyoung squirmed on top of Yeosang, his hips pushing up into nothing.

“Needy.” Yeosang whispered, and Wooyoung made another small noise. “And so reactive, too. Want to be a good boy for me?”

“Maybe.” Wooyoung whispered.

“You’ve gotta be a little more committal than that.” Yeosang mirrored Wooyoung’s earlier words.

“Yes.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“Good boy.” Yeosang said, and Wooyoung shivered.

“Can—” Wooyoung cut himself off.

“What?” Yeosang carefully pulled his hand out of Wooyoung’s pants. “What do you want?”

Wooyoung looked at him with big eyes. “Can I suck your dick?”

Yeosang laughed. “Do you think I’m going to turn down that offer?”

Wooyoung grinned, getting off Yeosang to unzip his pants. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“You’ve been wanting to—” Yeosang hissed between his teeth as Wooyoung licked up his cock through the fabric of his boxers. “Oh my god, Wooyoung.”

“I’ve been told I’m good with my tongue.” Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang through his lashes. “Is that true, Yeosangie?”

“Don’t tease.” Yeosang playfully pushed Wooyoung’s head back to his cock, and he made a strangled moan. “You like to be pushed around. Mentally noting that.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.” Yeosang pushed him a little more forcefully— nothing aggressive, but there was a bit more fire behind it. “Tell me to stop.”

In response, Wooyoung licked his cock again.

Yeosang inhaled. “That’s a good boy.”

Wooyoung helped him out of his pants and boxers. Yeosang felt exposed, and while it was just in the light of his little desk lamp, in his own apartment, he still felt self-conscious and something that might’ve even been anxiety. Despite this, he was beginning to get hard, and he was so ready to feel Wooyoung’s mouth around him.

“Yeosang.” Wooyoung’s eyes were glued to his cock.

“Yes?” Yeosang bit the inside of his lip.

“You’re big.”

“I— yeah, I guess.”

“I bet I could take it.” Wooyoung looked at his face, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Fuck.” Yeosang breathed. “Might not be now, my head’s still hurting, but now that you’ve put that idea in my head…”

“That’s alright.” Wooyoung laid down between his legs. “For now, let me make you feel good.”

“Alright, my good boy.” Yeosang ran a hand through his hair. Wooyoung closed his eyes, leaning into his hand.

He gave Yeosang’s cock a few experimental licks, and Yeosang moaned.

“Does— does that feel good?”

“Yes, please keep going.”

Wooyoung smiled. “Begging, should you be my good boy?”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

Wooyoung laughed at that, but he did go back to Yeosang’s cock, taking the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Yeosang closed his eyes, letting Wooyoung’s hot mouth sink further and further around him. He sighed contentedly. Wooyoung’s hands worked around what didn’t fit in his mouth, and Yeosang felt like he was the one in heaven now.

It wasn’t long before he started to feel a coil in his stomach, a tightening that meant one thing, and he was a little embarrassed it hadn’t taken long, but that didn’t outweigh his need. “Woo, I’m gonna come.”

Wooyoung couldn’t exactly respond with his mouth full, but he made eye contact with Yeosang, his gaze heavily lidded, and nodded as best he could. He pushed himself still further onto Yeosang, and Yeosang moaned, his hand tightening in Wooyoung’s hair.

“Wooyoung— Woo— Wooyoung—” He managed to get out as he came, and Wooyoung pulled back before he choked on Yeosang’s cum, although Yeosang had the hazy thought that he’d like to see that someday. He continued to work Yeosang’s cock with his hands through his orgasm, slowing to a stop as Yeosang’s twitching stopped and his breath measured out.

“Was that good?”

“Yes.” Yeosang said with a breathy laugh. “Yes, that was so good, thank you, Woo.”

“Good.” Wooyoung whispered, pulling himself up the bed and laying beside him.

Yeosang looked into his eyes. “Are we— I mean—”

“If you want to date, I’d… I’d like that.” Wooyoung kept his gaze.

“I would.” Yeosang smiled.

Wooyoung pulled him close. “Good. Let’s do that, then.”

“What is this, a business deal?” Yeosang snorted.

Wooyoung sighed. “I just said I wanted to date you, idiot.”

“Well, I said it first.”

“I think I actually said it first.”

“Can we just go to sleep, my head already hurts.” Yeosang curled into him.

“Okay. Sleep well.”

“Mhm.” As soon as Yeosang’s eyes shut, he was already drifting off, but he was pretty sure Wooyoung kissed his forehead.

[these-secondhand-wings]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream and Purpled plan their attack on Las Nevadas

RAUGH I know very little about Purpled so I got all my info from a very reliable source ( @10piecechickenmcnugget ) (sorry for tag!)

Dream design is based on my own personal design with some fictive's features sprinkled in bc he wanted to help. Purpled is loosely based on Sage's RP design with the fluffy moth-like features because I really liked those, as well as just staring at the sketch and adding whatever felt right. We need more aliens and silly space people in general in Minecraft. Starborne propaganda not for Purpled but for me /j

I'm not great with background composition yet so I apologize for that mess (and the Las Nevada's sign because I am notoriously terrible at drawing my own scene backgrounds) but I did like the challenge with the hands and separate body perspectives :D

Purpled in general is really fun to design <3 space peopleeeeeeee

@sixteenth-day-event

[koishiro]

Ermmm quick question… HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL AF BLOG?? Like pls share and help me out bc my blog is BARE and empty and looks nasty af, I wanna make my pinned posts and moodboards and just pfp and theme look pretayyy ☹️☹️

Awe thank youuu!!! >.< I think bc I’m such a minimalist in rl it’s easier for me to pick and choose. But here’s a tutorial that’ll hopefully help :33

NOTE! I do everything on my iphone (writing, editing, decorating my page etc just in case ur wondering if I do all this on a laptop/computer,,,I don’t :p)

ʚ The way I work is I’ll choose 3 main colours; a light colour, an in-between shade and then a dark colour. Mine for example : light colour: white, in-between shade: grey, dark colour: dark grey. It’s up to you whether you want ur dark or light colour to be ur main colour but I’d keep ur in-between shade as an in-between. (Think of ur in-between shade as a gradient, helping to blend ur light colour with ur dark colour)

AND CHOOSE COLOURS THAT WORK TOGETHER! Even when picking pictures like for example ur navigation or pinned page make sure the pics have the same three colour combo you used through ur whole blog even if its minuscule it’ll make a huge difference I promise u (so like I’d personally look out for white, grey and black accent pics for my blog on Pinterest) :

ʚ Even with moodboards I still work with the same mindset! :

SET YOUR THEME! Once you’ve figured out your colours and where they’ll go, set your blog’s theme from the editing page!!! (hint : I’d use your mid/gradient/in-between shade as your accent but it honestly depends on what ur after) :

ʚ What really helps is when you have a pic theme and what I mean by that is maybe use ur fav character from somewhere (like mines megumi from jjk) or maybe it’s a sanrio character like my melody. (I grab my pics from this Pinterest board if that helps which I also use for my moodboards)

Example :

⤷ I also found it helped my aesthetic when I added links into my bio to help find my carrd and navigation (here’s the link for the tut) it helps fill out ur bio especially if ur not sure what to put there :) — I know earlier I said I do everything on my phone but I’m not entirely sure if this is able to be done on a phone (android or iphone) so I’d use a laptop with this part if you can :))

Miscellaneous things you can add!

ʚ You can also customise ur ask page title (like mine is : send me a love letter ︎♡)

ʚ Keep ur writing post themes consistent — this helps readers actually remember ur work while also tying ur blog together.

For example, I always use this draft for my writing :

ʚ Fonts really help! I personally use the app : keyboard + + for free fonts (u just have to watch a few adds to unlock them)

ʚ I find it important to make sure whatever picture you add to your blog has a transparent background — not everyone has the same colour palette (like mine is permanently on Dark Mode while others will have theirs on Gothic) :

(I use Picsart for this)

ʚ Tags make a difference on your posts too! A separate tag index can also help ur followers know where to find certain posts for easy scrolling or maybe posts they want to avoid (like smut) :

ʚ For my pfp I chose a bright main colour like yellow to stand out against the dark grey of my blog and I usually leave this as the last step in my “blog decoration” just because I find it easier once all the main construction is done and then I can see what colour(s) I need to add back to tie my blog together.

ʚ I also like to hide my pfp/avatar from my bio bc it looks a bit too much and too big for me personally and it can sometimes clash with the colours you already have going on, I like a minuscule pfp but again that’s just preference :

Anywhoooo I think that’s it! Hopefully this helped and if you (or anyone else) have anymore questions or if you want me to personally help you with decorating your blog pls pls pls message me and I’ll be happy to help! ,,,Mwah! <3