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✷ rejecting enhypen’s kiss as a joke  ♡   based off this req

day 17 of melodies to memories ― ot7 x f ! r fluff petnames 2108

LEE HEESEUNG

“hi princess,” heeseung greeted as he walked through the entryway of your shared apartment, setting down his bag. you smiled and walked over to hug him, taking off his jacket to put on the coat rack.

he smiled finally being able to come home after a long day, leaning down to press a small peck to your lips, however you.. pulled away?!

heeseung froze mid-lean, his lips pursing awkwardly in the air as you stepped back with a mischievous grin.

“excuse me?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

“hm?” you hummed with mock innocence, walking away back to the kitchen to tend to instant ramen you’d been preparing for when he came home

“oh, so that’s how it is?” heeseung said, his voice lowering into a teasingly dramatic tone. “I work all day, thinking about coming home to you, only to be denied? what a tough life i live,” he pouted, looming behind you as though he were your shadow.

to which you hummed in acknowledgment only. which hurt you to do seeing how his eyes matched his lips that held a very convincing pout

“wow, y/n. i see how it is now. i’m just a hard-working man, underappreciated in his own home.”

“oh, quit being so dramatic,” you teased, setting the spoon down and turning to face him. “the ramen’s almost ready, so if you’re nice, maybe I’ll—”

before you could finish, heeseung suddenly caged you in, his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you in place.

“you’ll what?” he asked, his face now inches from yours, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone.

“um, i-i” you stuttered. when did he get this close?

he smirked and claimed his victory, pressing a feather light kiss to your lips, that lingered.

you blinked up at him, your cheeks warming as he pulled back slightly, his smirk still firmly in place.

“cat got your tongue?” he teased, his voice cocky, yet soft.

“you cheated,” you mumbled, trying to hide your flustered state.

more under the cut!

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PARK JONGSEONG

you were sprawled out on the living room floor surrounded by notebooks, pens, and your laptop. jay sat cross-legged next to you, pretending to help with your project but mostly scrolling through his phone and sneaking glances at you.

“are you even listening to me?” you asked, pointing at the half-finished notes in front of him.

“yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, his grin betraying his distracted state.

you rolled your eyes, playfully nudging him with your foot. “you’re useless.”

“harsh,” he teased, leaning closer to you. “and here i was about to give you a kiss for all your hard work pretty”

“oh no, whatever will i do without a kiss from my boyfriend who isn’t being helpful,” you teased placing the backside of your hand to your forehead with a mock pout.

jay rolled his eyes, leaning in to give you your rewarded kiss, however at the last moment you looked the other way, the kiss being assumed by your cheek instead.

“seriously?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up as he pulled back slightly.

“what?” you asked, feigning innocence, your focus back on your notebook.

“you dodged me,” he accused, sitting up straighter.

“no, i didn’t,” you replied smoothly, keeping your pen moving. “just looking out the window,”

jay squinted at you, his lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, so we’re playing games now?”

before you could respond, he grabbed the notebook out of your hands and tossed it onto the couch.

“jay!” you exclaimed, glaring at him, but his mischievous grin only grew wider.

“what now?” he smirked looking between you and your discarded notebook.

“what now? you’re give me my notebook back, or else.” you repeated, narrowing your eyes at him.

jay leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head like he had all the time in the world. “or else what?”

you huffed, leaning forward to reach for it, but jay was quicker, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you closer.

“say please,” he smiled giving a small snort of amusement.

“please,”

“there we go,” he clicked pressing his lips against yours for a short and sweet kiss.

─── ♡

SIM JAEYUN

the two of you were out in the campus park, enjoying your picnic, talking about everything, yet nothing.

taking in the atmosphere around you, with the breeze that was a temperature too low, though you endured regardless.

and in the cold wind, you had an idea. 

as you turned to grab another sandwich from the basket, jake leaned forward, catching your attention. “angel,” he said softly, his tone suddenly warm.

you looked up at him, your brows raising. “yeah?”

he didn’t say anything, just leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. or at least, that’s what he tried to do.

you leaned back, narrowly dodging him, pretending to reach for the bottle of water behind you.

“hm?” you hummed innocently, as if nothing had happened.

jake was a little flustered, yet when he attempted again, you reached for yet another bottle of water. now he knew this wasn’t just a silly mistake.

he wondered if he had done something wrong, but seeing your cheeky grin for a second before coming back to your calm and relaxed composure he knew something was up.

“does your breath stink that bad you don’t wanna kiss me?” he teased, poking at your cheek stuffed with food.

two can play at that game. 

you almost choked on your food hearing that come out of his mouth.

you swallowed your food quickly, glaring at jake while trying to suppress a laugh. “excuse me? my breath is perfect, thank you very much.”

“guess we’ll have to fact check that,” jake smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you could pull away a third time.

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PARK SUNGHOON

you were always known to be the jokester in your relationship with sunghoon.

so when you were dodging his kisses all week he knew something was up.

at first, he thought maybe you were just being playful—pulling some prank to get him back for something. but the more it went on, the more he started to wonder.

it wasn’t long before he cornered you, the two of you in your usual spot on the couch, watching a movie. he leaned in, trying for a kiss once more, but before his lips could even brush against yours, you shifted, pretending to adjust your hair.

“oh, come on,” he sighed, raising an eyebrow. “you’re really gonna keep doing this?”

you shrugged innocently, flashing him that trademark grin. “what? nothing’s wrong. just not in the mood, that’s all.”

“are you sure you don’t hate me?” he asked, cornering you with the question and his physical presence.

“no,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. one look and you knew your little game was over.

“baby,” he murmured softly. you ignored it and continued watching the tv.

“look at me,” he softly held your jaw in his hand forcing you to look at him, though at this point you weren’t opposed.

he smirked, then finally leaned in to press a warm kiss to your lips.

─── ♡

KIM SUNOO

you were lounging on the couch, flicking through channels, when sunoo plopped down beside you, a mischievous glint in his eye. he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously near your cheek.

“stop it,” you giggled, leaning away, trying to keep your distance. “no kisses right now, i’m busy.”

sunoo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “oh, so now you’re too busy for me?”

you didn’t respond, keeping your attention focused on the tv. you knew he wouldn’t let it slide that easily.

without warning, he leaned in again, this time nuzzling the side of your neck, a soft, teasing kiss pressed right below your ear. “come on, just one kiss. please sunshine?” he whispered, his voice low and coaxing.

you pulled away, dramatically groaning, "ugh, you're so needy today." you grabbed the remote, raising it to block his approach.

"really?" he said, his voice a mix of amusement and mock offense, "so i can't even get a quick kiss from my girlfriend anymore?"

"not today," you teased, holding the remote up like a shield as he tried again, only for you to dodge with expert precision. you could hear him chuckle as you leaned back farther, making a show of trying to stay away.

sunoo tilted his head and smiled, amused by your antics. "you think you're clever, huh?"

"i know i am," you replied, sticking your tongue out playfully.

“guess i’ll just sulk and tell everyone how my girlfriend hates me,” he pouted, looking off to the side.

“okay okay fine,” you rolled your eyes wrapping your arms around his shoulder, as he pulled you closer to press his lips against yours for a sweet kiss, enjoying the moment around the two of you.

─── ♡

YANG JUNGWON

“morning honey,” he said lazily, pulling you in closer, with an arm draped around your side. the light gleaming in from the window as he smiled contently.

you squinted at the sunlight streaming in, the warmth of the blankets and the soft weight of his arm making it hard to fully wake up. still, you managed a small, playful smile as you turned to face him.

“good morning,” you murmured, though you kept your eyes half-closed, pretending to still be asleep.

jungwon smiled amused, clearly not fooled. “you’re not fooling anyone,” he teased, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your face.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, suppressing a yawn. you tried to squirm away slightly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a morning kiss just yet.

“oh, really?” he said with a chuckle. “i think you’re just being shy.”

before you could protest, jungwon leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, then slowly moving down to your cheek. his lips lingered there for a moment, teasingly close to your mouth.

you quickly turned your head away, avoiding the kiss with a playful smirk. “nice try,” you teased, still keeping your face turned away.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your antics. “oh, so that’s how it is, huh?” he said, pulling back but still holding you close. “you think you can avoid me, huh?”

“yup,” you replied, trying to suppress a grin, still keeping your head turned away as if to be dramatic. “i can.”

“you know you can’t escape me forever,” he murmured, a playful edge to his voice as he gently cupped your cheek.

you laughed, finally giving in a little. “we’ll see about that.”

wanting to finally get out of bed, and bring your morning routine (sleep in) to an end, you leaned to jungwon giving him a small peck.

though, he was dissatisfied and pulled you in for a second, pulling away with a smile.

“see was that so hard?”

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NISHIMURA RIKI

riki and you were never the biggest fans of pda before meeting each other, but after you had become an item, he loved showing you off and showering you with loads of it, no matter how embarrassing as you’d laugh about it at the end of the day.

you were dropping him off (walking him) to practice and he didn’t walk far before realizing he’d forgotten to kiss you goodbye.

he ran back shortly after, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, and you smiled into the kiss, but just as his lips were about to meet yours, you quickly stepped back, playfully dodging him.

riki froze, a little confused. he could’ve sworn you were right there just a second ago. looking around in slight disbelief, he raised an eyebrow.

“uh, hello?” he asked, scanning the area. you hadn’t moved much, but for some reason, you were a step or two further away than before.

“hi,” you smiled, giving a grin of satisfaction.

“come on, you can’t just sneak attack a kiss like that,” you laughed, dodging him once again, and your playful dance continued for a few more moments, before riki finally caught you, pulling you into his arms with a quiet chuckle.

“this time, you’re not getting away,” he murmured, his voice low with amusement, before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips. this time, you didn’t move. you smiled and let him, finally giving in.

“there,” he said with a satisfied grin after the kiss, stepping back a little. “now we can both go on with our day.”

you playfully nudged him. “you’re lucky i like you,” you muttered with a grin, shaking your head.

riki smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “i’m lucky you like me, too.”

─── ♡

a/n: happy day 17 of melodies to memories! I'm sooo tired from midterms, tmrs fic MIGHT be late since I wanna sleep early but we'll see!! all likes, comments and reblogs appreciated <3

melodies to memories tl (open!): @pshwrldd @hhmnya @wonsdoll @lovuegi

[blissfullyapillow]

Matchup for @tillichan

Pillow Talks: Thank you for requesting a matchup exchange! I love doing these :>

What your relationship sounds like: Zayne

Masterlist

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 I match you with: Zayne

Credits: @/ElisabehtSwan on pinterest

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You two happened to cross paths at a local bakery, when the baker mistakenly gave the order that belonged to Zayne to you.

You were very kind about the whole situation, and something about your features really resonated with Zayne. Being the kind of individual he is, he decided to continue on with his day despite his initial attraction to you

He believed if you were meant to meet again, you would.

Fortunately for the both of you, this is exactly what occurred.

Your next meeting was a bit more eventful, allowing Zayne a glimpse into the personality beneath your gorgeous looks.

He found himself going out of his way to introduce himself, something he normally would not find himself doing. You make a great impression on him, which leads to future meetings between the two of you.

Chance meetings turn into planned dates, and what Zayne initially determined was plain curiosity soon developed into strong feelings of affection for you.

Zayne was initially attracted to your calm and caring demeanor, finding this an attractive trait of yours as he got to know you on a personal level.

Zayne finds himself resonating with many of your ideas; such as living a peaceful life without added stressors.

Your empathetic nature is something Zayne cherishes, and it's easy for him to determine when it starts to overwhelm you. Zayne knows just how to calm you down and comfort you, being your shield to the outside world.

Zayne will happily engage in your hobbies with you. Gardening? Not his forte, but he's more than happy to try for you. He'll even go out of his way to research the optimal conditions for the species you're currently trying to nurture.

Furthermore, Zayne will happily play a few games of chess with you. He finds it really engaging, and really impressive how confidently you play the game so well. You sure give him a run for his money every time you effortlessly beat him (though he likes to remind you he has managed a win or two).

Zayne finds your love for animals very endearing. He'll be hesitant, due to his busy schedule, but he'll raise an animal together with you if you so choose.

He may or may not have snuck a few cute photos of you with some animals the two of you have happened across.

You two radiate introverted together, old married couple vibes, and Zayne loves this.

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You shiver as the snow continues to fall outside, painting a beautiful white scenic landscape outside of your window.

You hear Zayne rummaging around as you snuggle further into your blanket; your thick socks and warm clothing only help you so much.

Your mind snaps back to the present when Zayne places two mugs of a warm beverage in front of you. He takes his place beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"Still cold?" His question is met with another shiver from you. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as his head rests on top of yours.

"You tend to always be cold during this kind of weather." His comment is met with a light laugh from you. "No, really?" Your teasing, sarcastic reply causes Zayne to emit a sigh full of endearment.

"Alright, alright. Drink up, it'll help warm you up." You oblige Zayne's request, and per his words you find yourself feeling much warmer minutes after consuming the hot beverage.

You find yourself becoming drowsy, falling asleep in Zayne's arms.

"Rest well, my love." A soft kiss to your forehead warms you further as you drift off to sleep, safe and warm in Zayne's arms.

Dedicated to, 

°❀⋆ tillichan .ೃ࿔*:･

[gu6chan]

Hello!

I decided I'd make this blog for things I'm excited about or put a lot of hard work into, but don't have anyone/anywhere to share with otherwise. Mostly personal things like musings, drawings, personal OC's and their stories, and other hobbies like writing/RP or games. I may also talk rarely about mental health issues as well, specifically dealing with things like intrusive thoughts or derealisation, so keep that in mind. If there's ever something you'd like tagged, lemme know.

Some notes:

This is a heavily NSFW blog where I get way too thirsty over fictional hermits so please do keep that in mind!!!

I'm very liberal with my blocking but at the same time very lax with discussion, so please don't take it personally if I block you and don't be shy about being upfront and honest if you have any questions! Nothing's off the table here :)

DO note I commonly block anyone who posts/reposts content from Drakengard 3 or the Nier series, which may include friends or acquaintances I've been chatting to for a while. Unfortunately just filtering the tags and blocking everyone else means next to nothing on this site, and I want to focus on crafting my own little space away from those things while I'm here. No hard feelings, and apologies in advance if you end up blocked!

I run on a somewhat inconsistent schedule between work and college so I might be quick to reply one second and take ages the next, I really do apologise.... (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I don't mind reblogs! It makes my whole day of anything, so please don't feel worried I won't take kindly to it :3<

Importantly, this IS actually a sideblog, so while I tend not to follow back, I see y'all and it means a lot to me that you follow me!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ I didn't think I'd really pick up any interest when I first made this blog, so I apologise for the lack of foresight :') Additionally, I rarely DO like posts from my main, but I'm a bit shy so I usually opt just to reblog... Please don't take it as any insensitivity on my end! I see y'all, I'm just a bit hard to show it... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Currently you might expect to see primarily Drakengard 1 and 2-related posts, though I'm in a few different fandoms so there might be a couple of things relating to those as well??? Infrequently. Everything I put on this blog means a great deal to me personally so if by some chance anyone might interact, be respectful please!!! :,) im fragile lmao

Lastly,

I love yapping and talking and being shamelessly horny about my faves and ships, so on the off-chance we share faves and you have any thoughts you'd like to share with someone, consider me that person :3 I LIVE for yapping and rest-assured, I do NOT kinkshame here 🫡 please tell me your thoughts i need more degeneracy in my life lmao

This will be up for the meantime until I get an actual pinned post around. If anyone happens to see this please do stop by, a lot isn't established yet but I hope to get it around in the morning. I love small talk and all manners of discussion and conversation, so again, I'll be happy just to see these little things of mine meaning anything to anyone who sees it!!

[dumbdomb]

Hello! I’m assuming DNI under 25 means you’d prefer no reblogs from ppl 20-25 as well? or is it just like, don’t say anything in tags don’t dm you in response to the post?

I'd rather no one make assumptions when I allow space to ask questions and speak openly. I've used various ages from 18, 21, 25, etc to indicate I only want interaction from adults. The majority of ignorant or plainly hateful messages I've received were usually from people between the ages of 18-25. This type of contact tends to occur in spikes, as if people were choosing to harass me as a group. Therefore, at different times, I've used different age labels on my blog to establish a foundation of respect and understanding.

When people say "no interaction" with their blog, it often means an all-encompassing: no reblogs, no likes, no replies, no mentions, no dms, no asks, no follows... My age labels, as I've intended and used them, are not as strict as they read. The solid rule I enforce and maintain is that people be a minimum of 18 years or older. That being said, while I'm ok with flirty quips and such with people here, I don't feel the most at ease having more lengthy or deeply meaningful/intimate conversations with younger adults. I very much encourage all of the above with people closer to my age and, to some extent, older/younger than me... tbh, i have no interest in large age gaps. 🥺 i may tolerate some interactions depending on the age difference and intentions/topics of conversation.

I'm fine with people, of age, interacting with my blog in a positive manner (not sending hate, etc). I always interact with people as their own individual person and with a basic level of dignity and respect for their personhood. I welcome all to communicate their intentions, to be honest in what they're seeking and expecting from me, and to keep in mind that I am not providing a serious domination for anyone here (as some who've contact me are looking for).

tldr: be respectful, be 18 or older, be direct, and don't be an asshat... ♡

i'm not as harsh as posts like this often make me seem. i know what my boundaries are and will sound as stern as necessary to convey my personal limits when they are treated lightly and carelessly. don't let that turn you away if you are the type of person to actually respect others online and enjoy exchanging a few lewd sentences on occasion! ;3

i love when people interact more, like on the old internet. i love messaging and answering asks, reading tags and additions on reblogs of my posts, getting mentions and replies (even if i don't respond to tag games and such every time, it's still nice to see!) 💕💖🥰

[elixirfromthestars]

Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played. 

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff 

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖 

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      “ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today. 

     You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

     “ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.” 

     “ In your dreams, Barnes.” 

     “ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

     Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.   

     The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it. 

     It was you and Bucky. 

     There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety. 

     “ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed. 

     You wanted to kiss him.

     This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

     “ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

      “ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

     Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you. 

[itgirlgyu]

lover's disdain. choi yeonjun.

︶ ༘choi yeonjun x f! reader....W0RD C♡UNT/0669 !

#SUMMARY ᜴ yeonjun is in love with you, and you were in love with him, now each time the world drapes itself in the gloomy cerulean shroud, you begin a cruel game to drive him an inch closer to the edge.

𖤝 GENRE: ANGST. warnings. reader is kinda mean, mind games, obsessive love (yeonjun), yeonjun kind of shows yandere behaviour, suggestive content.

🕸️ THIS WAS REQUESTED BY MY B3LOVED YERIN!

At every nightfall spent with you, Yeonjun witnesses the cruel game begin.

You've loved him, and Yeonjun? He still loves you; and for that single difference, he is the inevitable loser.

Gossamer cracks that envelop the world you two had built begins to appear before Yeonjun's eyes. His fragile flesh tending onto them; doing all he could to save the splintering relationship all by himself, but all that was left in the end—in his own hands was the shards of what you two had once treasured. The debris of a beautiful bond that was nothing but trash you wanted to toss away, despite being colored by the crimson of your lover.

You've loved him once didn't you?

Yeonjun often wondered as he stood by his window sill when you were avoiding his calls, refused to meet him—pretended that he never existed at all. The dull moonlight reflected onto all the ways your "so called" relationship pulled itself by its carmine thread—so close to breaking off. Completely sending the two of you to your respective fated ends, to never be reunited again.

All it required was one simple—

'Do you love me anymore?' Yeonjun meant to ask you, as you avoided his gaze. Preoccupied by the task at hand, you turned your back towards him. Yeonjun remained where he had been as you moved further, and further away from him. The lit cigarette situated between his index and finger burned away, the remaining ashes staying still on the paper roll—all it would take was a simple nudge for it to fall off. It reminded Yeonjun of the two of you.

"Are you going to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked, finally giving a tap to his cigarettes, letting the stray ashes fall off. The wisps of his black hair falling into eyes as he watched your back carefully, the strums of his heartbeats playing into a devious rhythm; waiting for your reply, for you to turn back, for you to nod—just acknowledging him somehow.

Of course you wouldn't provide him with satisfaction. He realized that something that deific doomed night as the sound of the slammed door rang in his ear long after you were already gone.

"I'm waiting for you to end it."

You didn't need to say it out loud. Yeonjun could see it in your empyrean eyes. He's aware of your conniving ways; he had found himself the devotee of wicked nature once. The acidic taste of your words burned his tongue just the way he liked it, but now it only seemed to rot his flesh and nothing more. The two of you had outgrown each other, to put it simply.

Maybe Yeonjun was just as much fault as you were. He noticed you suffocating from his love, and he let that happen. At one point, it had started to prickl you to the extent you couldn't look past, but Yeonjun just assumed you would learn to love him like the way he loves you; deeply, and dyspnoeic. How could love ever be ugly?

Yeonjun would continue to love you even if you cut into him each and every night, and brought him back to life each time the sun had risen—you should be able to accept his love even if it smothered you. He wasn't going to be the one to set you free.

"Just end it."

Yeonjun challenges you each night before he kisses you. The sweetness of his lips contradict the aim it harbors; the acrid savour entangles into the corrupt schemes that lies underneath his saccharine tongue. You dance barefoot with him to the macabre harmony on the shards of your broken relationship, the knife pressed to each other's neck as your eyes tell lies to each other, whispering sweet nothings—driving one another to the end of the cliff.

Amongst those many deceitful gloam, Yeonjun had decided—if you were the one to begin the crude game, you should as well be the sadistic one to end it.

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I wonder what the deal was with Jungkook and dropping honourifics so early on with jimin then wanting to stay formal/hourifics with Hobi, Jin, Namjoon ect.

By 2014 (after two years? Of knowing each other) you see in Bangtan bombs Jungkook is testing it and dropping honorifcs with Jimin where even the translator is like he’s dropping honorifics. Jimin is like I can’t even scold him/get mad? In response when he comes for him. Then from then on it gets a lot more prominent and casual. Saying jiminie/jimin-ssi like it’s second nature by 2016ish. You have multiple moments of jimin telling him to use honorifics like that run episode with the old game show games and Jungkook is like “jimin come out” a jimin replies “use honorifics”. And then jimin even did the same last year during their vlive where he did it and jimin was like don’t address me like that, and Jungkook is like “how should I address you?” While grinning. Like it’s something only maybe asks him to do for show/on camera.

That’s not even taking into account the times he’s snuck in Jimin-ah, it’s even more blatant when he says jimin without the hyung and then mentions like Jin with the hyung right after. Bonus, even uses his tone in a manner like jimin is YOUNGER than him. It’s so……

Hello!! So let's talk honorifics. I'm starting this off with a language lesson. Lol I know it's not really what you asked, but it relates and it's important information to know. And I have multiple asks about honorifics in general. So we are doing it all here! Let's get it!

To start, something we should all be very very aware of is what honorifics in the Korean language even are. Please keep in mind that I am NOT Korean, nor do I speak the language. This is what I have learned from my own observation and research into it. That said, always believe a native speaker of the language first and foremost before anyone else when it comes to what things mean or how saying things can be meant with different intentions. If I get anything wrong, please correct me! Here is a fairly basic chart with some of the most common honorifics used in Korean:

And what isn't included here is the reverse for Hyung/Oppa/Nuna/Unni... which is dongsaeng. Dongsaeng is the same for male or female, essentially simply meaning a younger person that I am close to. The closest translations for all of those in English typically tend to be older brother/sister or younger brother/sister. But that is not at all what they actually mean. When addressing and referring to your actual younger siblings, you would say Chindongseang for younger brother and Yeodongsaeng for younger sister. Some people use them, some don't. But if they attach the Chin- or Yeo- you can assume they are saying along the lines of biological sibling. The honorifics for older siblings remain the same as the ones for older person that I am close to. Another common example we hear BTS or other Kpop artists use is Sunbaenim which combines two of the ones we see in the chart above. You will see them refer to Artists who have been in the field longer and are older than they are this way. We also see many rookies or younger but well established groups now refer to BTS this way. Such as TXT (who now mostly just call them hyungs). It's a way to show respect to their seniors in the industry who they don't really know personally or super well yet, so the extra level of respect is added. When adding -ssi to someone's name, such as Jimin-ssi, it is essentially the same thing as the English Mr. So when BTS or anyone else refer to them as "Jin-ssi" they are essentially saying "Mr. Jin." It is the same for women. So the one -ssi essentially covers the entirely of the words Mr, Mrs, Miss, etc in English.

Now let's talk about WHY Honorifics are generally used. Honorifics are used to convey respect between the speaker and the listener. They are also used to essentially communicate the relative hierarchy between parties, usually to show respect to those who are higher in status or in the hierarchy than you. Status/Age hierarchy are a very big deal in Korean Culture. It is also a way to indicate your relationship to each other in terms of hierarchy, age, gender and intimacy. For instance you would probably address a coworker who you only speak to on occasion with -ssi or sunbae or -nim or some combination. Where as you would address a coworker who is also a very close and personal friend with hyung which shows that you do have a closer relationship together.

Why and when is it okay to drop honorifics with someone? Essentially that comes down to the person who is higher in the hierarchy and their personal relationship with you. The older person in the relationship essentially doesn't have to use honorifics. It is the youngers responsibility to show respect to those higher in age than they are. It is also considered rude to ask to stop using honorifics. Depending on the relationship, it's okay, but it changes person by person. Essentially, in order to truly stop using honorifics on a casual basis, the older person has to offer it and say it's okay for the younger to speak in Banmal with them (or informally). So in the case with BTS, all the members would have essentially had to let JK know speaking informally with them was okay. And speaking informally to a person older than you really showcases the intimacy and closeness you have with that person, whether it is as friends or as lovers. Essentially what it comes down to is that the default should always be to use polite and formal speech, if and when that changes needs to be worked out between the individuals it is being changed with. And the way you speak to each other is and can be a good indicator of how close your relationship with each other is.

Now let's talk about BTS, and Jungkook using (or not using) honorifics specifically. Now I will say that ALL of BTS are insanely close and have almost no boundaries together. Over the years, I am POSITIVE that all 6 of his hyungs have given him permission to use banmal with them on occasion, or off camera. And I could find examples of JK dropping honorifics with every single member if I wanted to (but that's a lot, send another ask if yall want that. This is already an essay. Just trust me for now please). But we also know that using honorifics is his norm for the most part, and especially during the early years, he wanted to keep that up. He wanted to show his respect for his hyungs in that way. During his ITS talk with Tae, we learn that Tae asked him to use banmal with him and that JK refused in the early years.

The majority of the times we see him drop honorifics with his hyungs, it's in a teasing manner. It's being a giant brat on purpose. It's to get a reaction and make everyone laugh. Because he isn't really being disrespectful, his hyungs don't mind and they love and trust each other to pieces. But it's not him TRULY dropping honorifics as it's more of a tease. We do see him genuinely drop them sometimes, normally in celebratory excitement. Like when he dropped them for Jin in his excitement over congratulating him on his solo release. Or when he called Taehyung TaeTae during a game in a variety show. And he often drops honorifics or just uses -ssi when addressing the members by their stage names (Rap Monster, V, JHope). They did bring up JK dropping honorifics with Yoongi during Butter interviews, saying he shouts his name in the halls sometimes just going "YOOOONGGGIIIII" at the top of his lungs. Lol and yes, the fact that he DOES and CAN do that, speaks to the incredibly close relationship he has with his hyungs. But again, that specific example reads more teasing and joking that a serious drop of honorifics. Or it's different because it's their stage name, not truly their name. But with Jimin... with Jimin, it's different and it's often...

In this gif you see the rest of the members immediately crack up and laugh, because JK spoke to Jimin like HE was the hyung and was scolding him. In a way that would be entirely inappropriate for a dongsaeng to typically do. He is teasing him. He slips in Jimin-ah and Jiminie often. It started out more teasing and then slipped into the Jimin-ssi stuff and got progressively more flirty and causal as time went on. If you haven't heard it, listen carefully to the difference in how JK says Jimin-ssi vs how literally anyone else says it. Hell, you shouldn't even have to. Jimin literally told us that the way JK says it is very flirty. He literally walked a fan step by step in how to say it if she wanted to say it like Jungkookie. He said he says it much flirtier than than that. Lol With Jimin, we see JK push for and Jimin accept and encourage, more of an equal standing in their relationship with each other. With Jimin, he wants to be on equal footing and not have a hierarchy between them.

To the point where he is okay with not just dropping honorifics on BTS only shows/stages, but on national television during an award show. He is okay scolding and taking care of Jimin like a hyung (or equal partner) would. Normally the maknae GETS taken care of. We see this in how BTS excuse all of JKs brattiness in the early years. We see it in how they brush off the never buying them birthday presents for awhile after a bit of teasing. But then we also see how he DID buy presents for Jimin. How he offers to do things with Jimin often. How he takes care of him whenever he can. How he scolds him and doesn't always feel the need to be obedient and toe the line as the youngest. He views himself and Jimin on equal ground, and that says PLENTLY about how close their relationship to each other is.

Jimin has proclaimed himself that he has a "habit" of getting scolded by Jungkook. And while this sometimes done more teasingly, it's a much flirtier tease than JK does with the rest of his hyungs when he drops honoritics with them. It's a power play tease, not a "I'm being a silly brat" tease. We also see that Jimin enjoys it's sometimes, that he sometimes acts up specifically to get JK to "scold" him. When he teases and drops honorifics with everyone else, it prompts group laughter and funny moments. Sometimes it's like that when he does it with Jimin, and other times we simply see Jimin smile and chuckle to himself, or look quite pleased with himself. It's more.... personal. Like I said, it's them playing with power dynamics and joking around/teasing, but also... not. They will flirt by either dropping honorifics totally or getting OVERLY formal instead the other way. You can almost ALWAYS tell by the tone of voice they use when they do it.

And one of my personal favorites, where even Jin felt the need to intervene and change the topic as smoothly as possible while on camera:

As much as Jimin enjoys provoking JK and getting scolded by him, he also very much so enjoys being the hyung. He has a natural inclination to want to take care of people and be reliable for them. He enjoys being in control of things too. He is very smart and very dependable. And as much as the members tease him for acting the most like a baby of the group sometimes, they have all also said that they all sometimes view HIM as the hyung instead. They know they can go to him for advice, for comfort and for love, and that Jimin will always give it to them. The same goes for JK. He looks up to Jimin alot and Jimin goes out of his way to take care of him a lot. While this is more typical for a hyung/dongsaeng relationship, the amount of times JM puts himself below or on equal ground with JK is not. And we don't see him really doing that with anyone else. He allows his hyungs to dote on him and love on him. He listens to what they tell him to do. He doesn't allow them to see him truly vulnerable though very often,, and let them take care of him that way. They have mentioned how getting Jimin to share his worries and concerns could essentially be like pulling teeth. He doesn't like to lean on his hyungs that way. We have seen him seek out JK though when he needs encouragement. And sometimes Tae and RM too. But even with Tae, his same age friend, we don't see a lot of Jimin letting Tae push him around or "scold" him like he let's JK. And Tae is one who can and should be able to get away with that.

He often drops honorifics in the most natural of ways with Jimin too. No teasing involved. It just... happens. And we see no one react to it, like JK speaking in banmal to JM is one of the most common occurrences. When it's over the top and teasing, it gets a laugh. When it's overly flirty, it draws attention in a "watch it, you're on camera" way. When he just drops honorifcs in causal conversation, no one bats an eye. It just shows how common and natural that type of speech is between them, everyone is used to it. Meaning, this is probably how they have been speaking to each other for years. Above in the ITS gif, JK says it's Jiminie's turn, very informally. And in response Hobi simply turns his attention to JM then for his turn. No one reacted to the lack of formal speech at all. We don't see him drop the honorifics so casually and so often with the other members. He does sometimes, but with Jimin, it happened first and it happens often.

And even when Jimin calls him out on his lack of honorifics, he never is super serious about it. He jokes, he teases, he goes "aish, what a brat," but he has never once seriously told JK to address him formally. Which shows how fine he really is with it. Or how sometimes the reminders might just be for the camera. Or the reminders might just be more of how they play with their power dynamics. But overall, Jimin does not mind and even encourages the lack of formality. And Jungkook pursues that equal footing with Jimin more than he does with anyone else. And he doesn't just want to be taken care of by Jimin, but he wants to be the one who takes care of Jimin too.

So, yes. All of the Tannies are super close and have no problem with the dropping of formalities at times. They all love each other and trust each other. They are bound together for life at this point I'm sure. But Jimin and Jungkook do not have a normal hyung/dongsaeng relationship at all, and it's because they want it that way. Theirs is one of give and take. One of equality. It's interesting to see at the very least. This doesn't technically have anything to do with romance at all. But it DOES show how intimate, close and wonderful their bond is with each other, no matter what the nature of it is. They are obviously one of the closest pairs in the group. It highlights how much love they share between them, friendship or otherwise, to allow that type of relationship. It's truly, very beautiful.

Hope that helps and hope this all made sense!

[shig-a-shig-ah]

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"We're together, right?"

"What?" The question catches you so off guard that for a moment you forget what you're doing. Before you know it your character onscreen has died, a squelchy, strangled sound blasting from the speakers of the television. Next to you, Shigaraki tosses his game controller to the side, turning a little on the sofa to face you.

"You and me," Tomura says, gesturing between you. "We're a couple, right? I'm your boyfriend?" His voice is flat, and his teeth work at the inside of his cheek as he waits for your answer, visibly tense.

You set your own controller on the coffee table. "I was under the impression you are."

The two of you have never actually discussed labels, but you've spent a lot of time together since you designed the prosthetic to replace his mangled fingers. And it's not just fucking either; you frequently hole up in his quarters - like you are now - to play video games or watch movies or do other couple-y things. After all that, you'd just sort of assumed that you were officially dating.

And you'd assumed that he assumed the same, so you're not sure what to make of this line of inquiry, or the fact that his fingertips are grazing against his neck. "So you're not...seeing anyone else, or anything?" There's a sharp glint in his eye as he spits out the question from between clenched teeth, as though just the idea is unacceptable.

"What? No, of course not." Even if you wanted to, which you don't, you can't imagine how you could possibly do so, when the two of you spend every free moment together. "Why would you ask that?"

Tomura slumps a little, his fingers digging harder at the reddened patches along his throat even as the edge leaves his voice. "I was talking to Toga about you earlier today, and one of the Violet Regiment members came up to say you probably wouldn't like me calling you my girlfriend. But she wouldn't say why."

"Oh." Well, fuck. Even without asking you know who it must have been; there's one woman who always goes out of her way to hang around Tomura, and you've seen the way she looks at him, not even trying to be subtle. You've heard what she says behind your back too, that the Grand Commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front should be with someone who's strong and can fight beside him, not some support tech with a useless Quirk. Tomura, for his part, has seemed entirely oblivious to her interest, so you're not surprised she'd do something like this - even if she was right about your preferences for labels, you know she didn't mention it out of any sort of real courtesy.

You let out a long sigh. No point beating around the bush now. "It was probably because of my Quirk."

"Your Quirk?" His brow furrows, his gaze drifting off as he obviously tries to recall whether your Quirk has come up in conversation before, and when those red eyes snap back to yours then you know he's realizing it hasn't. It's intentional in your case and an oversight on his part, not the kind of thing that would normally escape Tomura's attention, but he tends to find himself more distracted than usual when he's around you. "What is it?"

You chew at your lower lip as you debate the best way to explain. While you don't exactly keep your Quirk a secret, people can get...strange when the subject comes up, making judgmental comments or asking overly personal questions. You still normally try to be up front with people you date - it isn't worth keeping it to yourself only to suffer belated rejections or accusations of dishonesty - but things with Shigaraki had moved quickly, to say the least. He'd been overly familiar during the first fitting for his prosthetic, and downright flirty at the second. Then during his last visit you'd apparently reciprocated a little too enthusiastically, because next thing you knew he was bending you over your workbench and burying himself in your cunt.

You'd had no complaints in the moment, but afterwards things had suddenly felt a little more complicated.

"Just keep an open mind, okay? I normally tell people about it before getting involved, but everything between us happened so suddenly that I didn't have the chance, and then I got worried it would fuck things up if I brought it up and..." You trail off. There's an anxious knot forming in your stomach that's not helped by the way his eyes have narrowed.

"It's just a Quirk," he huffs. "The only thing that's going to piss me off is you keeping secrets for no reason."

"You say that, but you don't know what it is."

Tomura gives you a long, hard look. Then he mutters, "I could kill you, you know."

"What?" You can't help the way your eyes widen, but Tomura just rolls his own.

"It's not a threat. I mean my Quirk - one slip and you'd be dead, but you still let me touch you. So why would it matter to me if yours is dangerous or something? I'm not going care."

The knot in your stomach loosens, but only slightly. In all your worrying about how this conversation would go, you'd never considered that he might think his Quirk was a turn off. But Decay is also very different from your own Quirk, and entirely involuntary, whereas the control you have over yours sometimes makes things a bit more...fraught. Suffice to say, you've gotten some fairly negative reactions in the past when you haven't been forthright.

And now here you are, inadvertently making the same mistakes all over again. You take a deep a breath, let it out slowly. "It's not dangerous. It's not even really useful," you admit. "I can change my sex."

Tomura blinks. "What, like turn into a guy?"

You nod, dropping your gaze so you don't have to look at him. It's not exactly the phrasing that you would use, but it's close enough to make clear he understands, and you prepare yourself for the impending barrage of questions and insecurities. Maybe anger too, since that's what you've sometimes been met with when, thanks to the folly of youth, you'd waited too long to have this conversation with men you were dating.

None of those previous experiences have prepared you for Tomura to simply wave his hand and snort, "Is that all? You made it sound so serious."

Your head shoots up, taking in his expression. He really doesn't look bothered, just slightly incredulous, and a flicker of hope sparks in your chest. You really, really want things to work with him, are far more taken than you'd expected to be with your intimidating yet somehow boyish leader, but in the back of your mind you'd been worried it was too good to be true. "You don't care?"

He snorts again. "Why would that matter?"

"I don't feel like it should, but it has in the past. I've had people not want to date me because of it, or had them ask me to promise not to use it so they don't have to think about what that would mean for them. Or they want to know what I 'really' am - even people I hardly know ask me that. And obviously I was born a particular way," you pause, swallowing hard and trying to work up to being completely honest, "but I don't want that to matter. I don't feel like I'm any more one thing than the other. They're both me."

Tomura nods, and then a distressed look crosses his face as he scratches at his throat again. "Does that mean you've been holding back this whole time? Not using your Quirk because of me?"

You shake your head quickly to reassure him and then stop, nodding uncertainly instead. In a way he's right. "It was just coincidence that I was female the first few times we met about your prosthetic. Then after we hooked up, I still used my Quirk, but I made sure I was always the same way when I saw you. I wasn't sure what you'd think."

Tomura's lip curls in distaste as his hand drops from his neck, his red eyes fixing on you intently. "Don't do that. I don't care."

Despite how emphatically he says it, you still can't quite bring yourself to believe he's being honest, that the conversation you've been dreading for weeks has gone so easily. "Really?"

He nods, his tone going serious. "I don't want you to not be yourself because of me. And sometimes it's complicated, right? That's what Magne said. She..." He pauses, seeming to choose his next words carefully. "A lot of people thought she was a man. But she wasn't."

"Oh." You've heard Magne mentioned before, of course, but that particular detail is new to you. If you'd known, you might have been slightly less nervous about this entire exchange. "Well, she was right. I don't feel like it should be complicated, but people make it that way. But you really wouldn't care if I'm not always the same? Just when we hang out, I mean. I don't expect you to...you know...when I'm..." You can feel your face growing hot as you trail off again.

"I already told you I don't care. Not about that either."

His words give you pause, and you raise an eyebrow, trying again not to get your hopes up prematurely, albeit for an entirely different reason this time. God knows you've thought about that - stroked yourself off to the idea more than once even, that wider ranger of experiences being one of the only tangible perks your Quirk offers - but you'd never expected it to actually happen. "You mean you'd fuck me either way? I didn't think you were into that."

You'd done your best to assess that too, and while asking about prior relationships hadn't helped much, you had taken a close enough look at his video game collection to note the eroges all starred female love interests.

"I've never really thought about it before to be honest, but sure." He shrugs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not getting fucked. But if it was me fucking you then why not? I like you." He smirks a little, giving you a lascivious look that has your thighs clenching. "And a hole's a hole."

"Y-yeah, I guess so," you mumble. You're not usually this easily flustered, but his crass wording and the way he's looking at you has you unexpectedly, sheepishly heated. That fact doesn't seem to have escaped him either - he shifts forward, pushing you back into the sofa, his arms caging you against the cushions.

"I'll fuck you like that right now if you want," he taunts, his breath hot in your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine.

You really, really want that.

But, you also know you don't want it to be quite so impromptu, so you reluctantly shake your head, even as your hands lift to cling at the front of his shirt. "I'd have to prep for that," you admit. "But later?"

He lets out a throaty growl, nimble fingers creeping up your side to grope at your chest, roughly twisting your nipple through your clothes. "Later for that, maybe," he says, "but I want you now."

His lips catch yours in a hungry kiss, barely giving you a chance to respond before his tongue is coaxing its way into your mouth, feverishly circling your own. The sudden intensity has you reeling, struggling to catch your breath even as his hand is sliding purposefully to cup between your legs, his palm grinding against your clothed core.

You mewl in response, hips already bucking, and he wastes no time undoing your pants, tugging them down over your hips just low enough so that he can tease at your already-soaked folds.

"Someone's eager," he murmurs teasingly against your lips. "Did you get all worked up thinking about me fucking your tight little ass?"

The heat in your cheeks worsens at his words and you try to hide behind your hands, but he only tugs them away, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "C'mon, tell me."

"Y-yes," you nod, and then you gasp as his fingers plunge into your dripping cunt, curling immediately to seek out that sensitive spot deep within. He kisses you again roughly, swallowing the whimpers that escape you when he adds the pressure of his thumb against your puffy clit. Already his efforts have that knot in your lower belly tightening, your teeth sinking into his lower lip as you writhe, inching your way closer to release.

And then he's pulling away, his dry lips stretching into a satisfied grin at the sound of you whining. Tomura sits back on his heels, undoing his own pants, his own firm arousal springing forth. The tip is already flushed red, leaking precum as he strokes himself a couple times. Then he gestures expectantly. "Well? Don't be selfish, help me out."

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him, and you scramble forward at once to take him in hand, leaning in eagerly to run your tongue over the head of his glans. He shudders when you do, his hand coming to rest at the back of your neck, holding you close as you graduate to small kitten licks along the underside of his shaft and around his tip.

"A-ah, that's a good little pet," he hisses when you finally wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing him as deep as you can. Then he chuckles. "I guess now I know why you're so good at this, huh?"

The praise sends your stomach fluttering, and you pick up the pace, lewd, wet sounds filling the room as you suck him sloppily. His hips are bucking, his hand tightening at your nape to guide you as he thrusts roughly down your throat. There's drool starting to trickle down your chin but you don't care, too caught up in the taste of him and the throaty noises he lets out every time the head of his glans pushes past the tight ring at the back of your throat.

All the while the ache between your thighs is growing steadily, slick dripping from your neglected cunt. Your free hand moves to rub at your throbbing clit, desperate for some relief, but two pale fingers quickly catch your wrist, tugging your hand away.

"Tch, so impatient," Tomura says. He stills his movements, the tip of his cock still nestled against your tonsils so that all you can do is give a tiny nod and whine pathetically. Those glinting red eyes scan your face, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the sight of you gagged by his member, eyes watering and spit-slicked lips stretched vulgarly around his substantial girth. Then his hand lifts to cup your face, his thumb stroking lightly over your damp cheek. "You want me to fuck you?"

You nod again, a tiny, pleading noise slipping involuntarily from the back of your throat. Tomura ruts into your mouth lazily a couple more times before withdrawing, wasting no time peeling away the rest of your clothes and then flipping you over, positioning you on all fours before him.

His knee forces your legs a little wider before he settles between them, his cock brushing over your drenched slit, gathering some of that wetness. The friction alone is enough to have you whimpering and canting your hips, trying to guide him to where you need him most, but cruel fingers pinch at the curve of your rear in response.

Tomura clicks his tongue again. "Be good and hold still," he commands. You do your best but don't quite succeed, too flushed and impatient not to wiggle against him the tiniest bit when he glides his length over your folds with excruciating slowness.

It takes all your restraint not to sink back against him when he aligns himself with your entrance, the anticipation enough to send your eager cunt fluttering around nothing. When he finally, finally surges forward, sheathing himself inside you in one quick stroke, you can't help moaning at the sensation of being stretched so abruptly wide.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans. His hands settle at your hips, holding you in place as he starts to move, shallow thrusts that have you mewling, sparks of heat radiating through your sex every time he brushes against the spongy spot deep inside.

Tomura's an expert at working you over by now, angling his hips just right and driving himself repeatedly into your most tender points until you're a gasping mess, your fingers clawing at the cushion beneath you. His balls slap against your sensitive clit with every thrust, sending tension coiling in your gut, threatening to snap, but just when you're about to slip over the edge he changes the angle, repositioning himself just enough that he's no longer hitting the right spot, once again robbing you of your release.

"Tomu," you plead. The word comes out as a choked sob, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. A soothing hand caresses your back, but his words are mocking.

"Aw, is my little slut that greedy? That desperate to cum on my cock?" He fucks into you harder, slamming against your cervix with each thrust, the angle of his hips still not quite what you need. "Not until I'm ready for you," he rasps. "I want to feel you milking me dry when I fill you up."

You don't respond. Can't respond, can only let out pathetic cries as he pistons his hips faster, your tight heat pulsing around him every time he sinks into you. He reaches around to tease at your clit, rolling it lightly between two fingers. It's just enough to keep you hovering on the edge as he assails your cunt, sucking in sharp breaths every time he bottoms out inside you. His other hand is clutching tightly at your hip, cool fingers digging roughly into that supple flesh, holding you in place so that you can't shift to increase the friction. You're left entirely at his mercy as he ruts relentlessly into you, leaving you a trembling, keening mess.

It's clear that he's getting close - his movements are growing more erratic, his own grunts and swears spilling out more rapidly, and then he's hunching over you, his fingers rubbing at your clit as he pants in your ear. "Are you gonna be a good pet and cum for me?"

You nod frantically, whimpering, "Please please please please," and his fingers speed up. Your core tightens rapidly until you're spiraling over the edge, your thighs trembling and your back arching as you keen loudly, your cunt clenching around Tomura as he buries himself to the hilt. He lets out his own long, strangled groan, his own cock spasming as he makes good on that promise to fill you up.

He slumps over the moment he's stopped twitching inside you, and you hear the faint rusting of his clothes as he tucks himself back into his pants. His withdrawal sends your combined juices dribbling down your thigh, making you grimace, but he tugs you into his lap, uncaring of the mess. His fingertips tracing gentle circles over your flushed skin as you rest against his chest, struggling to catch your breath.

You're entirely spent, your limbs jelly, but Tomura, insatiable as always, is already nuzzling against your temple. "So we're going to this again later, right? The other way?"

The eagerness in his voice has your heart fluttering and the faintest flicker of heat sparking again between your thighs. "If you want to," you pant.

"I already told you I do." He pauses, buries his face against your hair, before mumbling, "I want all of you."

***

Despite his reassurances, you're still a ball of nerves when you return to Tomura's room later that night, showered and changed in more ways than one. You shift your weight back and forth on your feet after you knock, your stomach knotted and your palms sweaty, a thousand worries weighing heavy - that he'll change his mind when he sees you, or worse, that he'll go through with it unenthusiastically, merely trying to placate you.

Tomura ushers you in immediately when he opens the door, and it isn't until you're standing awkwardly in the middle of the room that he stops to look you over, his head cocked as those red eyes scan up and down your new, masculine form.

"I thought it'd be more different," he says thoughtfully. "But you still look like you."

His words help you relax a little. It's true that besides the obvious - the flatter chest and the notable addition between your legs - the differences are subtle. A modest widening of your jaw and nose, slightly broader shoulders and narrower hips, a few extra inches of height. But your eyes and mouth stay mostly the same, and your hair doesn't change at all; if you could stand side by side with your female form, you'd look like siblings bearing a strong familial resemblance and matching haircuts.

You don't really know to respond to his comment, so you simply chew at your lip, waiting uncertainly. Tomura lets out a soft snort and steps closer, leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. "You're nervous," he says, not without a hint of amusement, and you nod. A concerned look flashes across his face, the corner of his lips turning down. "You've done this before, right? Like this?"

"I have. It's just...been a while." You can feel your face heating up at the admission. It had been a while since you'd been with anyone before him, and now this will be, in many ways, like sleeping together for the first time again. Only this time you've had time to dwell on the idea, to let nerves and excitement both get the best of you.

Tomura lets out a small hum and then tips his head towards the bed, a wordless instruction that you follow quickly, laying back against the pillows, twinges of anticipation flickering in you belly. You expect him to join you, but he stops at the foot at the bed, looking you up and down again.

"Aren't you going to show me the rest of you?" he asks, smirking, and you sit up, swallowing hard before doing what he asks. Your hands shake a little as you tug your shirt over your head and kick off your jeans. You pause after that, shooting him an uncertain look, and he clicks his tongue impatiently. "All of you."

You hook your thumbs hesitantly under the waistband of your underwear and start to peel them down. You've been naked in front of him before in other ways, obviously, but this reveal has you feeling extra exposed. The intensity of his gaze isn't helping - it has your face burning again, and that heat only worsens when your cock bounces free, already embarrassingly hard and dripping.

For an unbearably long moment, Tomura simply stares, head tilted and red eyes gleaming as he takes in the sight of you. Then he's joining you on the bed, settling his weight half on top of you and brushing his lips lightly over yours. "You're cute when you're nervous," he says throatily, and you shiver.

Tomura lifts one hand to caress slowly along your side, exploratory movements that have you trembling under the gentleness of his touch. He watches your reactions raptly, that glint in his eye sharpening steadily as his fingers venture continually lower until they're tracing along your hips, dangerously close to your throbbing arousal. When he finally runs one calloused thumb along the underside of your shift, teasing at that sensitive spot just below your tip, you can't help but let out a tiny whimper, your hips bucking involuntarily against his touch.

He continues those excruciatingly soft ministrations, one side of his mouth stretching into a broad grin as he watches your reactions.

"You're needy like this," he taunts, and then he finally leans in to kiss you properly, sucking and nibbling at your lower lip until you're gasping, then working his scarred lips along your jaw and down your neck, sucking a mark there. You cling at the fabric of his shirt as you squirm beneath him, and when his hand wraps around your length, stroking slowly, your small whimpers escalate to undignified whines, your hips jerking against his hand. "So needy," he repeats.

You can't help it - it's almost overwhelming, how different this is from the ways he's touched you before, or how it feels when you touch yourself. His hands are rougher and his grip firmer, and he squeezes just a little tighter every time he brushes over the sensitive head of your cock. It's a heady combination, made all the more thrilling when you realize this must be how he strokes himself off, that you're getting some tiny peek at his own habits and experience.

You try to return the favor, taking him in hand and massaging his clothed length, but you're too distracted by his touch to do it well, your movements graceless and inconsistent. After another moment he's swatting your hand away, releasing his grip on you so he can tear off his clothes, his own erection jutting impressively out from a thatch of coarse, pale hair.

Tomura repositions you slightly, just enough to rut his own length experimentally against yours, making you mewl. He seems pleased with that reaction, his grin widening as he takes you both in hand, those long fingers wrapping around both your shafts. You swear when he starts to jerk his wrist, fisting you both, occasionally letting his palm graze over your cockheads to spread around the precum beading at your tips.

You let out a stuttering cry almost immediately. The feel of his straining member gliding against your own, the roughness of his hand as he speeds up his strokes, and the slick lubrication of your combined arousals spreading over your skin is all too much, has your balls tightening and your fingers clutching at Tomura's arms as you try to ground yourself. It's no use - the next time his palm circles your sensitive head you're spilling over, your cock twitching and hots spurts of cum splattering against your stomach.

Tomura lets out a throaty laugh. "Needy little pet made a mess," he purrs in your ear, his fingers dipping into the puddle of white on your stomach, smearing it around and then collecting some on his fingertips. Those same fingers lift to prod at your lips insistently until you part them, and then he's shoving his fingers in your mouth, the salty taste of your cum slick on your tongue. He works those digits in and out as you lap and suck, groaning and watching transfixed until you've cleaned away every drop he's fed you.

As soon as you've finished, Tomura is spreading your legs, teasing at your asshole with those spit-soaked fingers, circling and prodding at your tight hole until you've relaxed enough for him to slip one finger in. He keeps his movements slow and shallow, only working himself one knuckle deep to start, but it's enough to have you shaking, pleading for more as you start to loosen up.

You try to direct Tomura to your pants, and the bottle of lube you'd brought, but he's already pulling away, reaching past you and fumbling for something on the bedside table, and when he settles back into place you see him snapping the cap off a bottle of lube that's obviously brand new. Somewhere beyond the haze of your arousal is a flicker of warmth that he was prepared for this, committed to taking care of you and doing it right.

He coats his fingers generously before resuming his efforts to work you open, and it becomes clear that he's made other efforts too. He works another digit in, the feel of his second knuckles breaching the resistance of your tight hole making you gasp, and then he's bending his fingers inside you, obviously seeking out something in particular.

You cry out when he finds it, the pad of one finger brushing against your prostate, and he lets out a satisfied growl, focusing his attentions on that sensitive spot. It has your cock swelling rapidly, your hands fisting at the sheets beneath you as Tomura works his fingers more roughly, pausing only briefly to add more lube, and a third finger. He scissors those digits, stretching you wider, and your hips jerk to meet his thrusts.

His attentions have you twisting and moaning, a sheen of sweat coating your heated skin as white hot pleasure swells up deep inside, all while he watches you with that lusty smile, seemingly captivated by the effect he's having. He thrusts his fingers deeper, leaning in to slot his mouth against your own, his tongue tangling greedily with yours, a thin strand of saliva connecting your mouths when he finally breaks the kiss.

"Think you're ready to take me, pet?" he asks, and you nod instantly, all too eager to have him inside you, to feel that intoxicating fullness. Still, you let out a feeble whine when his fingers withdraw, leaving you agonizingly empty, and you don't miss the look of satisfaction on his face at that.

You watch through glazed, half-lidded eyes as he generously lubes of his cock, and then he's positioning himself between your thighs, shoving your knees to your chest so that you're spread wide and ready for him. You moan immediately when he begins sinking himself into your eager hole, your hips rocking up to meet him even as the intensity of the stretch has your face scrunching in slight discomfort.

Tomura's watching your reactions closely, pushing through the initial resistance that tight ring of muscle offers and only pausing when the head of his cock is firmly inside you. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses through gritted teeth. "I wasn't expecting it to be tighter."

He's panting, fingertips digging roughly into the backs of your thighs as he holds you in place, unmoving while he gives you time to adjust. Even having worked you open with his fingers, his girth feels like it's stretching you impossibly wide, and you suck in deep breaths, trying to relax. When you feel ready, you give a small nod, canting your hips to encourage him to move.

Rocking his hips, Tomura starts to work his way deeper. They're slow, shallow thrusts at first, Tomura only pushing deeper when you've loosened up a little, and he lets out a pleased growl when the entirety of his length is finally buried inside you, his hips flush against your own. Your heart flutters in your chest again when you take in his expression, the pink flush of his cheeks and the thrilled curl of his lips, all making it apparent your worries were unfounded - he's obviously getting off on this.

Tomura resumes his efforts, fucking into you for real now with long, rhythmic strokes, making small adjustments to the angle until he finds the one he wants, the one that has you crying out as he brushes against that tender ball of nerves inside with every thrust. Everything else goes hazy as you lose yourself in that sensation, unable to focus on anything except the heat pooling in your gut and the exquisite feeling of him stretching you wide.

"Tomu- oh god, Tomu, I-" You're sobbing, unable to form a coherent thought as you cry out his name, and that only has him rutting into you harder. He traces one finger along the underside of your aching cock, and then takes it away just as quickly.

"Can you cum untouched?" he asks breathily. "I read that can happen."

"I don’t- I don’t-" I don't know, is what you were trying to say, but you already have your answer, can feel yourself hurtling towards your release, and you nod frantically. "I'm gonna...fuck...gonna c-cum, I-" And then you're cut off as your orgasm hits you, white spots flashing bright behind your eyes as every muscle in your body seizes. Your toes curl and your cock spasms, painting your stomach white as you let out a long, discordant wail.

Tomura hisses in satisfaction, not relenting in the slightest as he fucks you through your peak and beyond, still brushing against that now overly-sensitive spot with each thrust. Your entire body is hot, quivering as he continues to assault your overworked hole, your cries growing more desperate and strangled with each overwhelming stroke.

"Shh," he pants, "You're doing so good, you, a-ah, you take me so well." His pace grows harsher, his own strangled growls and groans spilling forth each time he bottoms out inside you. It has tears pricking at your eyes, pleasure and discomfort rippling through your body in equal measure as he pushes you into overstimulation, but beneath all that you can feel his ruthless attentions shoving you towards another peak.

Tomura's hips are starting to stutter, his movements growing more frantic, and he grips your already half-hard cock, jerking you in time with his thrusts. "Fuck I'm- fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna fill you up. That's what you want, right pet?"

You're nodding, crying out, nothing but a blubbering, overstimulated mess beneath him as he fucks you mercilessly, and then you're cumming again, your body going rigid as you shoot another load weakly onto your messy belly. Tomura's not far behind, only managing another handful of short, erratic thrusts before you can feel hot spurts of cum flooding your insides, his cock twitching and throbbing as he climaxes. He manages a couple more faltering thrusts, shoving his seed deeper, and then he's slumping on top of you, drawing heaving breaths.

After a moment his hand lifts to brush some of the dampness from your cheeks, his lips finding yours in a lazy, sloppy kiss. You're still panting raggedly, only just starting to come down from your high, but Tomura's wearing a look of obvious gratification as he softens inside you. He lifts one hand to brush the dampness from your cheeks, his lips nuzzling contentedly along your jaw and up to your ear. "Damn, pet," he whispers, rolling slightly so he can wrap his arms around you, "you were really holding out on me."

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———  BASICS! ♡ (PEN)NAME  :    Ani. PRONOUNS  :    She/her ZODIAC SIGN  :    Libra TAKEN OR SINGLE  :   Single, and ready to get super awkward around anyone I find attractive.

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡ • My pen name derives from my real name. It’s just the three first letters. • I buy too much Star Wars stuff with my adult money .-. •My favorite animal is cats. I have two, and I dare say one of them is my platonic soulmate.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡ I’m old. I’ve roleplayed for way too many years and I can’t seem to let it go. I don’t remember which year I started roleplaying, but I remember it being on a norwegian website for Harry Potter roleplay. That is where my oc Lucifer was made, and I played him for many years on there before I eventually decided to quit due to too much bullying. (When I first started rp I had no sense of what was right or wrong regarding choice of character so I played someone people on there didn’t agree with, which had them bully me pretty heavily. The character wasn’t Lucifer, it was someone else, but ugghh. Never understood people’s need to bully and harass people for stuff like that. Anyway, rant over). I’ve also rp’d on MSN, Skype and Discord as well as a few games such as Rust, World of Warcraft, Valheim etc. Oh, and LARPing, I’ve done that too. I started on Tumblr in 2016 (I think?) roleplaying as Widowmaker from Overwatch for a couple years, before I switched between a few other muses. Then I had the bright idea of wanting to roleplay as Obi-Wan since I’ve always liked him quite a lot, and then I ended up here. That’s just my roleplay experience though, not my writing experience which is more vast tbh. I started writing when I was seven, wrote my first finished book at twelve, sent it to a publishing company at sixteen (didn’t get accepted, but got a lot of advice and encouragment), and finally got my first book published in 2017. Now I’m working on three separate projects, two in english and one in norwegian. Gonna stop myself here, cause otherwise this post will be wayyyy too long, haha. Feel free to ask should you be curious about anything though. I’m more than happy to chat about this or anything else!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! I tend to write more male muses than female ones, simply because it comes easier to me. Always have for some reason. Don’t know why. Guess I just feel I’m not able to communicate a realistic female muse so I rarely tend to have them. It’s probably all just in my mind, though. I also always use a bit of time to get to know the muse when I start rping as them, but as soon as that’s done, they’re stuck with me forever!

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡     FLUFF  :   Also a huge yes please. I mostly end up writing fluff I feel with romantic ships, since I love letting my characters be content and happy as much as I love letting them suffer. ANGST  :  Yes please. I love angst very much even if it makes me cry. I am often so connected to my characters that I can feel their pain, whether that be physical or mental pain, which again have had me crying as I write at some points. Still love angst though - maybe there’s something wrong with me xD SMUT  :  I don’t mind smut at all, as I find it a vital part of a romantic ship, though that does not mean that you have to rp smut with me. Not at all! I love romance without smut too. Sometimes when writing smut my brain just stops - probably due to my own trauma - so when or if you write smut with me I may reply slowly cause I need to restart the brain from time to time. Other than that I don’t mind it, though I do not rp smut with everyone nor do I write smut for the sake of smutting - it has to have some plot to it.

PLOT / MEMES  :  I encourage plotting, and I love memes so either is fine by me. However, more often than not I tend to go with the flow, letting Obi-Wan do the work while I just write down what he believes is right.

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HOW I RUN MY BLOG

❀°◌̊ SPEED ◌̊°❀ I am not fast... But that doesn’t mean I’m any less eager to interact with people !! My attention is constantly split between my art (be it personal art or commissions), gaming, and general mental health debilitations when they become their hardest to deal with. So in general? I am a very slow roleplayer, especially since I like having my blog run on a queue to spread out what little activity I do have across a number of days, as opposed to a mini hour spurt.

❀°◌̊ REPLIES ◌̊°❀ As stated before, this blog runs on a queue, and so replies may come out throughout the week despite having worked on them days prior. Again, I’m a slow roleplayer, and since my attention flits about so wildly without any strong anchor, I like to give my blog, at the very least, the appearance of consistent activity /)///v///(\ I’m sorry... but I do like seeing people’s replies, and often it gets me motivated to reply as quickly as I can, even if it’s queued rather than immediately posted!

❀°◌̊ STARTERS ◌̊°❀ I don’t often make starter calls, since not many new people tend to like them ?? I’m not opposed to having multiple threads with the same people, but it grows a bit samey over time after a while, y’know? Especially if there’s been little development within the thread... I’d rather have one thicc development thread than 10 mini interaction threads that consist of nothing but idle chit chat. As for liking starter calls, I try to like any I see on the dash when I haven’t had a thread with the person yet, or we don’t currently have a thread together.

And yet again... I am not fast, so when I do post a starter call, I’m very sorry for the slowness of me getting to them dfhskjhkfd

❀°◌̊ INBOX ◌̊°❀ I tend to be a bit quicker to answer inbox stuff, but I think that’s a common thing in the RPC ?? They just feel easier, I guess? But my inbox is basically open to anyone who wants to poke the muse. I know a lot of people don’t want personals or non-mutuals to interact with them in any way, shape, or form, but my inbox is open to all. I just find that easier to manage and just also opens up the chance for interactions where you otherwise wouldn’t be able to get in a thread. I also tend to take my time with inbox stuff, as I do anything, so... again... please be patient with me haha~ I’m trying my best ♡

❀°◌̊ SELECTIVITY ◌̊°❀ It would be a lie to say that I’m not particularly selective. I do have standards when it comes to writing partners, and unfortunately, not everyone falls into those standards. This is just like how I, myself, wouldn’t fall into someone else’s standards for whatever reason. It’s just a personal preference. If I feel like my writing and your writing won’t flow, or I find myself having difficulties coming up with a way to reply to your style or muse, then I’m afraid writing together just isn’t going to work out.

Aside from writing styles/muses, there’s also fandoms that I’m not particularly interested in or have little to no idea as to who or what they are. I like staying in a specific level of comfort and familiarity for my blogs, and so if I’m unfamiliar with your fandom or I just don’t see any interactions between our muses to be beneficial in development or story telling, then I tend to stay away. We all have our preferences, and that’s okay ♡

❀°◌̊ WISHLIST ◌̊°❀ Gosh, I never really put much thought into wishlists ?? Though I guess I could say I would love love love some crossovers with Shadow of the Colossus or Bloodborne? AU’s even haha~ Especially if we can develop them together and like... change the flow of canon into our own specially told story c: I’m also a horror game junkie, so honestly, Silent Hill, Eternal Darkness, Haunting Ground, Clock Tower, The Evil Within, Resident Evil, Fatal Frame     All the horror game AU’s/Crossovers. I could talk for days about potential AU’s and story shifts that could happen. I just think they’re lots of fun !!

❀°◌̊ HONEST NOTE ◌̊°❀ Not sure what to say here? I’ve been pretty honest in everything I’ve answered... But I guess I’ll say here that... Somedays (weeks/months lmao) are harder than others for me when it comes to keeping up with the RPC. A lot of us suffer from mental health issues, and a lot of us use rolelplay to cope, but as someone who suffers from RSD (rejection sensitive dysphoria), I tend to do the opposite in order to cope with those symptoms. I shy away from social situations in an effort to shield myself from it, and while isolation isn’t the greatest technique to use when you’re feeling ignored/rejected (as untrue as it may be !!) it’s still the thing I fall back onto all the time.

My social battery is also garbage haha~ and so often if anyone becomes friends with me, I will 110% at some point, completely ghost you until I’m feeling better. As someone who’s usually the person people come to for their issues and venting, it becomes hard for me to flourish and thrive when I’ve given all of myself to others who need a little bit of light. I don’t like talking about my issues to others, so ‘you can talk to me about it!!’ isn’t going to change my aversion to socializing with you, and I am very sorry about that. It’s just how I am, and it’s nothing to do with your own personal worth. I am just mentally and emotionally incapable of handling things sometimes, so I’m sorry !!

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