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[rikitravels]

Xenoblade Chronicles X Definitive Edition

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[minisugakoobies]

Cross My Heart | KMG

Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy

Word Count: 5.2k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.

Text Prompt: You: I can’t stand you Mingyu: Then sit on my face

A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now 👅

Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile 🥺) 💕

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It’s finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, you’re exhausted. 

Well, mentally you’re worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where it’s currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though it’s night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem. 

Fucking jet lag got you anyway.

Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasn’t so confused.

Because you’re trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, you’re lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you don’t really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you. 

So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.

It’s an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, he’s Minghao’s friend, you don’t know him as well as you do the others, but still. You’re friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever he’s around. 

He’s also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasn’t long before you realized he’s like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.

It’s morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.

Mingyu’s an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that you’re complaining. It’s maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship you’ve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around. 

You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if he’s awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous? 

Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. It’s ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure he’s got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isn’t spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye. 

It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But he’s never struck you as conceited. It’s something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-

A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.

Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago. 

Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. There’s no need to panic. He couldn’t have seen that. Maybe you’re overreacting, but no one needs to know you’re lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him. 

A notification drops down over Mingyu’s face. A message.

Mingyu: Someone’s up late. 

Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now he’s in your DMs. 

After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back. 

You: Can’t sleep

Mingyu: Same. Jet lag’s got me fucked up

Mingyu: You know what always helps when I can’t sleep?

You: What?

Mingyu: Creeping through someone’s old photos

Even though he’s not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that. 

You: Shut up

Mingyu: It’s ok, I’m flattered

You: Oh fuck off

Mingyu: No really, I am

Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad

Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You can’t handle this right now.

You: Idk what you’re talking about

You:  It was an accident

Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me? 

You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?

Mingyu: I mean yeah

You snort. 

You: You’re ridiculous

Mingyu: Maybe. But I’m honest about it

You: I’ll give you that

A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe you’re boring him. Maybe he’s found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.

When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little. 

Mingyu: What else will you give me?

And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is. 

Would it be too real to reply with the truth? “Whatever you want?”

You: I don’t know

You: What do you want?

Mingyu: What if I say you?

Suddenly you don’t understand words.

You: Why would you say that?

Mingyu: Because it’s my answer

Mingyu: I’m being honest again

You: That’s the jet lag talking

Mingyu: Oh come on

Mingyu: You really don’t know?

You: Know what??

Mingyu: How I feel about you

Is he being serious right now??

You: If this is a joke I don’t get it

Mingyu: Not a joke

Mingyu: Hold on

The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyu’s going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one. 

Mingyu: See? I’m obsessed with you

Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.

You: You’re so annoying, oh my god

Mingyu: So annoying that you can’t stop looking at my photos at 1 am?

Mingyu: Or flirting with me?

You: Is that what’s happening? Are we flirting?

Mingyu: Ok don’t act like you don’t know

Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time

You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time

Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you

Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance. 

You: You’re so dumb

Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend you’re not enjoying this?

You: Who said I’m pretending?

Mingyu: Me. I know you’re loving this

Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad

You: Shut uppppp

Mingyu: Go on, yell at me

Mingyu: You’re cute when you’re mad

You: No really

You: I can’t stand you

Mingyu: Then sit on my face

Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response. 

You: What?

Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.

You’re blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.

You: Fuck off. Stop playing. 

Mingyu: Who’s playing? I’m serious

Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. I’ll go out a happy man. 

Your gorgeous thighs? He’s never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.

You can’t help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. It’s not the first time you’ve fantasized about it, but it’s the first time the vision has felt… possible. 

Mingyu: No response? You’re just gonna leave me hanging like this?

You: Don’t tease me

Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways I’d love to tease you, but this isn’t one

You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like you’re trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping.  

You: You’re really serious?

Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die

Mingyu: Between your legs

Again you laugh.

You: You’re such an idiot

Mingyu: Does that mean you’re not coming over?

You: Like right now??

Mingyu: Why not? 

Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring

Mingyu: I’ve got the room to myself

You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now. 

You: I guess if I’m not sleeping anytime soon

In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide. 

You: I could come over

Mingyu: I promise I’ll make it so good for you

Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over

You inhale sharply. He’s definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.

Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you

What else is there to say to that but -  

You: I’m coming over

It’s a short walk to Mingyu’s room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesn’t take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you can’t stop stalking. Mingyu’s shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you weren’t already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge. 

“That was fast,” he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. “Did you run down the hall?” 

“I thought I told you to shut up,” you shoot back. 

“And I thought I told you to make me,” he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, he’s kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands. 

It’s rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyu’s definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and you’re certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.

He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if he’s needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin that’s exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss you’ve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu. 

It’s delicious. It’s amazing. It’s every superlative you can think of. But it’s not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because you’re here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isn’t about to quit kissing him any time soon. 

Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now it’s like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like you’re lighter than air. You’d swoon if you weren’t so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off

He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and you’ve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it? 

“Stop me if I’m going too fast,” he says between kisses. 

“You can go as fast as you want,” you reply, without even a second’s pause. “Just don’t stop.” 

“Damn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,” he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. “It’s okay, I like how needy you are for me.”

“Shut up,” you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close. 

Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. It’s a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.

But again, you want more. You want what he’d promised earlier.  

He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. “

‘Gyu, please!”

��Please what?” 

He doesn’t lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment. 

Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever he’s willing to give, you’ll take. You’re feeling greedy as fuck right now. 

“I want what you promised me.” 

“Hold on,” he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. “Let a man at death’s door enjoy his last moments.” 

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid,” you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. He’s just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

“Fine,” he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. “Time for my last meal.” 

He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so he’s lying on the bed on his back and you’re straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since you’d been dressed for bed, you hadn’t bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyu’s expression, you made the right call.  

“Pretty,” he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. It’s clear to you now just how eager Mingyu’s been since you walked in. He wasn’t lying - he wants you just as much as you want him. 

With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can. 

“You drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.” 

Mingyu’s words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”  

“Your fault,” you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips. 

“Then allow me to make it up to you,” he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. You’re going to lose your mind before you even get to his face. 

You’re not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. “Get up here, please,” he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.

Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyu’s big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only it’s so much better than you’d ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like he’s the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like he’s trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel. 

“Nice knowing you, ‘Gyu.” 

He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You don’t settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire that’s building inside you, spurred on by the way he’s brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want. 

“‘Gyu,” you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation. 

When you try to shift again, he’s quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - he’s in charge now. 

“Stay still, pretty,” he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?” 

With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.

“‘Gyu, oh, that’s so good!”  

Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like he’s agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat. 

You’re not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes. 

As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.

“‘Gyu…” Mingyu’s mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh my god.” 

“Mmmmphf,” Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyu’s hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you. 

The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyu’s hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck. 

If you were more limber, you’d reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you can’t stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyu’s tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. It’s too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly. 

You can’t stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyu’s tongue. Even in your daze, it doesn’t escape your attention that Mingyu’s absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord that’s building inside you to a crescendo. 

“‘Gyu, please.” 

At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around. 

When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyu’s head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. “You okay?” 

“Fuck, Mingyu, ‘m good,” you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. “I’m having an amazing night.” 

Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, you’d confess something right now, something you weren’t planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.

Mingyu folds you in half easily, because you’re giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, he’s able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you. 

His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft “Please,” and that’s all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you can’t keep bucking your hips up. 

“I said, stay still,” he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows he’s frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements. 

Your whine is beyond petulant. “Don’t tease me!” 

“Pretty, I promise you, when I tease you, you’ll know.” 

And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids. 

“It’ll be something like this.” 

He withdraws his hand.

“Gyuuuuuu.”

If he was slightly cocky earlier, he’s fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. “Wow, so whiny. You do want me bad.” 

“I swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-”

You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that he’s close to being satiated, because you’re teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over. 

“Mingyu. Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, that’s it - “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” 

Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you. 

Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. He’s the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again. 

“Kiss me.” 

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.

The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Careful, pretty,” he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. “‘M close.” 

“Wanna make you come, ‘Gyu,” you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip. 

“Fuck.” His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. “But I’m gonna make a mess.”

“Do it. Make a mess.” The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things you’ve never said to anyone else. “Come all over me.” 

Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. He’s barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands. 

“Pretty… don’t say that….”

“Please, ‘Gyu.” All shame has fled your body. “I want it.” 

No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before he’s painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.

When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture? 

“Wow,” he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. “You’re even prettier when you’re covered in me.” 

His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. “‘Gyuuuuu!”

“Changed my mind, I’m calling you ‘whiny' from now on.” The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. “Let me.”  

His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When you’re both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. “Think you can sleep now?” 

Oh, you can sleep. You’re feeling satiated in a way you haven’t for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.

Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I don’t want to.” 

“Oh?” Mingyu’s smile mirrors yours. “What do you wanna do instead?” 

“I might have some ideas.” 

He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.

“Tell me what you want, pre-”

A sharp rap on the door startles you both.

“Dude, don’t you dare!” Minghao hisses through the wood. “We’ve been out here forever!” 

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[theonlyonesora]

The Third Rule

Lily x Oscar Piastri x You (Reader)

Synopsis. “They were a pair—until we became a triangle.”

Chapter 01 – Pocket Boyfriend

The sun hit just the right angle on campus that day, golden and soft, like it had been filtered through a summer memory. I had collapsed onto the grass beside our little group, my backpack flung somewhere behind me and the weight of my finance finals finally peeling off my chest. I was free. My brain was still buzzing with formulas and late-night study sessions, but the only math I wanted to think about now was how many drinks I could responsibly down at tonight’s party.

“I swear if I failed macroeconomics I’m transferring to a cult in the woods,” Meg said, sipping iced coffee like it was the blood of her enemies.

“I’m going full wine aunt this holiday. Just me, my dog, a playlist called ‘crying at brunch,’ and no contact with reality,” Jessy declared, lying flat on her back with her sunglasses sliding down her nose.

And then there was Lily—perfect posture, hair somehow unbothered by the wind, scribbling something in her planner like we weren’t already mentally clocked out for the semester.

Lily and I had met in the first month of college. She was studying engineering, which meant she said things like “thermodynamics” and “fluid mechanics” and actually understood them. I was the finance girl with chaotic energy and a too-big planner filled with dreams and half-baked budgeting tips I never followed. We clicked instantly. She was the responsible one, I was the one doing tequila shots in the dorm hallway on a Tuesday. We balanced each other like opposite ends of a seesaw—somehow always meeting in the middle.

And yet, for all our closeness, there was always one ghost in the room: Oscar. Her long-term boyfriend. Formula 1 driver. Constantly flying. Constantly in another timezone. I hadn’t met him yet, not properly. He was always just on the other end of a FaceTime or in the stories she told, but never quite real.

“You should meet him,” she’d say. “You two are weirdly alike. It’s actually kinda scary.”

But the meeting never came. He was in Monaco. Or Melbourne. Or training. Or sleeping. But he never once seemed to mind that Lily and I were basically joined at the hip. And truthfully, I liked that. I liked that he trusted her. Trusted us. Because I loved her. Not in that way—not really. At least, I didn’t think so. Until that one day on the grass.

Jessy’s voice broke through the sleepy lull of our post-finals haze.

“So (Y/N),” she asked with a wicked glint in her eyes, “have you done it?”

“Done what?” I blinked, half-dozing.

“Ménage à trois.”

“Excuse me—what? It’s noon,” I groaned, sitting up. “It is way too early for this kind of scandal.”

“Just answer,” she pressed.

I laughed, brushing a blade of grass off my jeans. “No, I haven’t. Never done it.”

Jessy raised an eyebrow. “Not even curious?”

Before I could open my mouth, Lily’s voice slid in, soft and casual. “Are you curious?”

I turned to her. “Are you?”

She shrugged, playful, but something flickered in her expression—quiet, electric. “I don’t know… I think it can’t just be with anyone. But wouldn’t it be strange to do it with strangers?”

There was a pause. An almost imperceptible shift in the air. The kind of silence where a thousand things go unsaid but somehow still felt.

“I did it with a cousin once,” Jessy said, so casually she might as well have been talking about borrowing sugar.

“Oh my God,” Meg choked, nearly spitting her coffee.

“What?” Jessy blinked, genuinely confused.

“It’s family!” I said, horrified but laughing.

“It was high school!”

“Still!” I replied, shaking my head, half-disgusted, half-intrigued, and fully spiraling into the kind of laughter that makes your ribs ache.

Lily was laughing too, but something in her gaze lingered. She looked at me for a moment longer than usual, head tilted slightly, like she was filing something away in the corner of her mind for later. Like she was imagining something.

And I should have known then. I should have felt it—that thread pulling tighter, twisting quietly around us, waiting for the perfect night to snap.

.

Lily’s room smelled like coconut body lotion, hot flat iron, and vanilla perfume—basically the scent of girls getting ready to destroy lives

“You realize we’re just going to a bar, right?” I said, grinning. “Not the Oscars.”

“You can’t call it a ‘just a bar’ when it’s finals week and the entire city is out celebrating,” she replied, adjusting a gold hoop. “Besides, it’s been forever since we all went out.”

“We went out last week.”

“I said all

I rolled my eyes and stepped further into the bathroom, stealing a pump of her lotion while she was distracted. We'd been living together for four months now in a spacious apartment two blocks from campus—big enough for sleepovers in each other's rooms, dance parties in the living room, and nights spent sharing pizza and soft secrets. It was easy with Lily. Always had been.

And just as she picked up her phone to check the time, it started buzzing. Oscar.

“Speak of the devil and he FaceTimes,” I muttered, smirking.

Lily answered, holding the phone up to her face. Her voice instantly softened. “Hey, babe.”

I backed up a little to give them space but hovered just enough to be nosy.

“Are you with (Y/N)?” Oscar asked through the speaker.

I leaned into the frame dramatically, still in my towel. “Hello, pocket boyfriend.”

Oscar chuckled. “Hello, trouble.”

“Are you still calling him that?” Lily asked, amused but mock-exasperated.

“What? He’s always in your pocket! I’ve never seen him outside of a phone screen. Honestly, I’m starting to believe he’s AI.”

“Deeply hurt,” Oscar said with a hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

“But you're so polite about it,” I teased. “That’s what makes it worse.”

Our dynamic was weirdly natural for two people who’d never met in person. Friendly banter. Inside jokes. I’d always respected the space he and Lily shared, but I’d also never shied away from being me

“You two going out tonight?” he asked, brushing a lock of damp hair off his forehead.

Lily nodded, tilting the phone to show her outfit. “Yeah. The girls and I. Just bar hopping. (Y/N) made us promise we wouldn’t end up doing karaoke again.”

“That was one time!” I shouted from the bathroom.

Oscar grinned. “Just make sure she drinks water this time.”

“I always

Lily laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.”

Oscar’s eyes softened at that. “You always do.”

There was a little pause then. Just a second too long. Like the sentence sat there between us, warm and humming with something neither of us fully named. Because yeah—she always did. And sometimes, I worried I let her.

“I gotta get dressed,” I said, suddenly aware of the towel slipping a little too far down my chest. “Nice seeing you, Oscar.”

“Soon, I hope,” he replied. “In real life. Not just FaceTime.”

Lily smiled, eyes flicking between the two of us. “Maybe we’ll finally make it happen this summer.”

“Careful,” I said with a wink. “I might actually steal him.”

“She’d probably let you,” Oscar joked.

And Lily?

But she didn’t say no.

[flwrkisses]

bf! jungwon.

first post of 2024! and this just so happens to be the end of my boyfriend enhypen series! thank you for showing it so much love! hope you all enjoy!

genre: fluff. established relationship. idol x reader!

warnings: mentions of arguments and skinship such as kissing and etc.

heeseung. jay. jake. sunghoon. sunoo. jungwon. ni-ki.

- jungwon is so best friends to lovers coded. it's written all over his being. i see it happening so perfectly.

- at first every thing is soooo platonic. going out to lunch, studying together, going bike riding, everything as friends until one day you get tired of him not understanding the multitude of hints you're throwing at him. so, you end up confessing.

- to be honest he's a little confused at first, because how could he miss the fact that you liked him ?? especially all this time?? luckily, he didn't have to think about it much and told you he'd be your boyfriend right then and there. he didn't see too much of a difference from what you guys were doing before. but now he had kissing privileges.

- you guys are almost always on facetime with eachother, like almost everyday talking for hours. sometimes you both fall asleep while in the phone and other times he ends the call with a loud kissy noise to let you know he loves you.

- jungwon is someone who likes to take interest in things you like or enjoy. if it's a show he'd watch it, book, he'd read it, or game he'd play it just so he's able to relate to you and spend time with you doing something you enjoy doing.

- his love languages are so clear, he cant help but express them. they cone to him naturally like, acts of service, quality time, and physical touch.

- when he's away on tour you guys are almost always on facetime. before bed he needs to hear your voice regardless of the timezone. most times you guys both fall asleep on the phone and have facetime calls that last anywhere from 5 minutes to 16 hours.

- without thinking he shares his food with you. most times he's mindlessly talking or scrolling through his phone as he offers you a bite of his food from his chopsticks.

- jungwon listens to any and all issues and concerns you may have in that pretty little brain of yours. sometimes he asks you if you want advice, solutions, or just someone to listen regardless of what he thinks.

- sometimes when he's in a playful mood he'd hide your things, that he knows you need. like a straw to a reuseable cup, your computer mouse, your favorite mug, maybe even a shoe. he does it just to see how long it would take you to notice he had it. plus watching you freak out and look for your lost item made him laugh.

- he likes to pretend to trip you. he purposely sticks his foot out only to move it away at the last second. sometimes he does actually trip youto which he laughs and helps you up.

- jealousy is his middle name. regardless of who you're attracted to he's always tentative and reading body language around you. he's not worried about you, he's worried about others getting too friendly with you, but he'd never tell you that.

- if you get sick he'd playfully scold you and make sure you have what you need to get better. like meds, soup, water. he's not exactly sure how to take care of you but, the best he can do is make sure you're taking your meds on time and drinking water.

- he remembers ever little detail you've shared about yourself with him. he plays coy most of the time, but when you have specific orders for foods or drinks he some how always brings you things exactly as you ask for it.

- if you dig deep into his phone you'll find the note he made on his notes app when you guys first started dating with all the things you like and all the things you dont and maybe even your usual fast food orders.

- jungwon's your biggest fan. number 1 supporter. he would cheer for you even if no one else is. he loves you so much everything you do is golden in his eyes.

- with that, jungwon loves seeing you supporting him. you guys are so supportive of eachother. he feels like seeing you the audience energizes him because he wants you to be proud and have something to brag about.

- saying "i love you" came so natural to him. he probably said it one night about 3 months into your relationship. it was kinda shocking and honestly even took him by suprise. but it was just so easy.

- your phone is always being blown up with his texts. he sends you everything and anything. he loves texting you. good morning texts, good night texts,bored daily selfies. you get it all.

- his phone is full of pictures of you, most of them off guard or blurry. and everytime you see them you tell him to delete it because you think you look bad. but he thinks theres no bad pictures of you.

- jungwon's the type to look over at your over your shoulder at your phone. not because he doesn't trust you, but usually because his eyes just happen to land there if you guys are together. to be annoying he sometimes taps the screen to mess what ever you're doing up and get your attention.

- without you having to ask, jungwon brings you your favorite snacks everytime you both hang out. he just always brings things, and they all happen to be your favorites.

- if you're looking for something under a table or cabinet he puts a hand over the edge so you don't hit your head against the hard surface while getting up.

- he loves nights where you both can just chill out and watch movies. you guys obligatory monthly movie marathon nights with popcorn and candy.

- jungwon is always planning dates. he loves coming up with fun and creative ways to spend time together so its not all repetitive and expected.

- to make sure he has time with you, he designates a day in the week for it to be date night. something like every thursday. if he's on tour on your date night we would take time out of his day to have a virtual date playing video games or watching a movie together online while still on facetime.

- arguments with jungwon are very rare. he's usually so understanding and tends to see your side in conversations. he also articulates and expresses his feelings really well when he feels like he must.

- obviously he would never admit it, but jungwon lives to see you in his clothes. infact, you both trade and share clothes often and he lives for it.

- he rests his head on yours all the time. it's always iust you and him. cheek to cheek. its a simple act of affection.

- you always try to poke his dimple everytime it pops out and he has successfully turned his head fast enough to bite your finger before you could.

- skinship is something you get a lot of with him. especially in private. sometimes it's usual sweet things like kisses and cuddles and other times it's him playfully tackling you onto the couch. its almost like he's glued to you.

- sometimes he shows you tiktok trends couples are doing all over his fyp and begs you to make a tiktok with him because it would be cute. he can't help but post it and make everyone jealous about your relationship.

- you guys have a shared playlist on a music app that allows you both to just dump songs into it. you guys listen to the playlist when you hang out all the time. some songs are ones he likes, others you like, and some you both love. at this point the playlist has over 200 songs you both just love listening to.

- he tries to be crafty and cute for you. key word is tries. he wants to make you sweet handmade cards or a mug in a pottery class. they're not terrible and you obviously keep each thing he hand makes you. he knows you love him if you're keeping the lopsided hello kitty mug he painted for you.

- you hardly ever need to verbally tell him you need something because he observes and knows when you run low of things you use daily and just buys you things like that. your favorite perfume is low? he got you a new one. your fabric softener is out? he got you more. he ate the last bowl of clyour favorite cereal? he's replacing it with a whole new box.

- expect him to keep every little thing you give or gift him. you see the little stickers you give him on the back of his phone or on his laptop, the scrunchies you leave at his house are around his wrist incase either of you needs them, and the weird little blind bag figures you get him are neatly placed on his desk for him to see everyday.

- he usually calls you by your name because part of him thinks pet names are cringe. if he's feeling funny he'll probably call you something like "booger" or "bun head" out of love.

- for some reason valentine's day means a lot to him, so he goes full on out every year and thinks on ways to out do himself in the next year.

- loves stay at home dates where you both just enjoy eachother's company. maybe do a facemask, maybe cook some ramen, and maybe you sleep over. it's just perfect.

- overall, jungwon is such a sweet, caring and orotective boyfriend. i think he's the most boyfriend material out of the whole group!

©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2023)

masterlist. — requests are open!

[ettle]

NGL I wish the Hermits weren't taking Iskall's bait. Their statement was concise and had no extraneous details. They stated only that their were allegations, who resigned, and cleared up any rumors about minor grooming. They don't need to say anything else.

Iskall made his video to stir the pot, to pry the edges up until someone released more information. He is trying to drag this out into the light and cause drama. Every piece of information released is something that can be debated to death.

For example, the purposefully confusing "1.5 hours, timezones considered". Everyone has clung to that and used that to shed doubt on whether or not the Hermits acted "fairly". Hermits immediately started vague posting about it in outrage, letting slip small details.

That's what Iskall fucking wants.

IDK how many MCYT fans are privy to YouTube influencer drama, but this is the model for YouTube drama. 1) Drama happens behind the scenes, 2) One party makes an inflammatory video taking direct shots at another party with vague or incorrect details, 3) Ppl flock to that video and blog ab it, 4) Second party posts in response and reveals additional info 5) Ppl flock to that video and more people flock to the first video for context, then they all blog about it, 6) The revealed info is picked to death in a series of videos and blog posts, 7) Auxiliary drama channels make a mint "documenting" this drama, 8) Anyone who monetizes their videos makes a bajillion dollars.

It's extremely lucrative for those who know what they're doing. That's why Iskall is doing it.

[elsvenus]

fxf roleplay partner search hi everyone, i doubt there’s many people reading this but i’m giving it a shot in the dark! i’m mia from a GMT-3 timezone, twenty one years old as of march fifth and recently picked back up literature and writing as a college course. i’m looking for partners to rp absolutely anything with me as long as it’s fxf for that’s my preffered and only romantic pairing, and i don’t mind being the person who essentially carries a more dominant role, that’s usually what i lean towards anyways.

english is not my first language but i’m on a c2 level fluency. i’d consider myself literate and when excited can go novella, either way, i usually match length and vibe from my partner so this is not in any way a requirement, though i do appreciate longer responses.

currently i am not a very busy person, so my replies vary from multiple times a day to every other day mostly depending on my mental health. i roleplay on discord with the use of tuppers because it makes it less confusing for me, but i also wouldn’t mind making a specific tumblr account for our game if that’s what you’re into. i don’t mind most themes or smut but i won’t do pedophilia and noncon (dubcon is probably fine).

i want mainly oc x oc action and don’t have any plot in mind but i’ll give a list of some of the fandoms i’m in so you may get inspired: yellowjackets, fear street, glee, the last of us, a league of their own, criminal minds, the wilds. i can do slice of life or completely elaborate, i just really want to write. also if you’re into one of these fandoms but would like to do canon compliant characters, out of those i could probably play ellie williams and shauna shipman for you.

i love little headcanons, ooc chat, playlists, pinterest boards, all that jazz, but i’ll completely match your vibe for whatever you’re into and comfortable with doing. any 18+ wlw is welcome to like this post and i’ll message you so we can start planning! but i’d love it if you reached out first too

[smurfs-insideout-au]

Greetings, everyone!!!! After some time of waiting,we are glad to announce the smurfs who volunteered to be the emotions, the most crucial part of this project!!!! They will be the ones steering the emotion wheels in the host smurf, as well as studying how the emotions partake in one's decision!!!

Alternative version

Although this is wonderful, please remember we are humans behind the scenes, we have a life, enjoy making art, taking about Smurfs and whatnot. sometimes it may take awhile or two for reasons. Especially since most of us are all over the place around the world. So our timezones are different haha.

Please press "read more" to see the rules of this account.

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Below are rules you need to remember to follow when interacting with this account.

Asks

Nsfw- nsfw is not accountable in this blog, so please don’t ask for any, but we may slip an adult joke here or there. (Who knows)

Requests - I know we may get asked some point. But we’ll make a post when we feel like taking requests.

Questions- asks are 100% allowed in this account, as long as it's not off topic, offensive or inappropriate.

Also reminder to you all. This blog is all about ‘Smurfs’ based. But a crossover mix in there which is the insideout as a au. So please reamber. lf your question is about the actual insideout from the movie. We won’t answer it, unless it lines up with the Smurfs/the characters we have here.

Lasty. Don’t hesitate lf you’re confused. You’re welcome to ‘ask us’ that yourself.

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Shipping rules because some of you can't keep things to yourselves.

1. Most of our cast are ocs, so please be respectful to their creators on whether or not they want their ocs to be shipped together.

2. DO NOT SHIP TWO OCS OR OC X CANON WITHOUT OUR PERMISSIONS. OUR OCS ARE NOT MADE PUBLIC.

3. Only ships that are considered ok/Canon in the AU are allowed.

4. And please,for the love of god, Don’t HARRASS ANY OF THE MODS WHO RUN THIS ACCOUNT!!!!

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And Lasty

Fanart- Fanart. Can’t forget them fanart. You’re More than welcome to tag us for fanart. We love them fanarts!!! (I’m looking at you fluffy @fluffypigeonsandowls )

[amuwo]

EDIT: corrected timezones on poster, sorry for any confusion 🙏

Come join us on 22nd March at 21:00 UTC+0 for a viewing party of Char's Counterattack to celebrate this blog turning a year old! And also to celebrate 37 extremely wicked years of CCA

We will be using Kosmi - this is available on both desktop and mobile apps :] you do not need to make an account to use it but you DO need to make one to set a username!

I'll post the Kosmi link on the day of the stream itself.

Da Rules:

☄️ All are welcome! Feel free to spread the word and invite friends, you don't need to be a follower to join in :3

☄️ Keep it niceys and civil in chat! Will kick you if you're being a dick

☄️ This is a fujo-friendly viewing so no complaining about our yaois

☄️ Don't spoil things before they happen, there might be first time viewers in chat! Being vague is fine just be mindful of the CCA newbies

Shoot me a message if you have any questions or need clarification on anything <3 I'll tag any further information or asks as #cca watchparty so they're all in one easily accessible place on my blog

(Will put some details under the cut for first time watchers)

Necessary watch material to understand wtf is going on:

- Mobile Suit Gundam (1979): either the full TV series or the three compilation movies. Both are acceptable ways to experience 0079 :)

- Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam (1985): unfortunately the compilation movies are borderline incomprehensible so you need to watch the TV series. If you're not finished watching Zeta but have at least seen up to Char and Amuro's reunion you should be fine to watch CCA but I do recommend finishing the series if you can

.....and that's it, you're fine to move on over to Char's Counterattack after those! Mobile Suit ZZ Gundam follows Zeta and preceeds CCA but is not necessary to understand the char divorce movie

CCA has a really confusing start because it suddenly throws you in the middle of a new conflict with no explanation of how we got there. The last time Amuro and Char met they were on the same side and on friendly terms but now suddenly Char is evil again and acting out for attention. But don't worry 'bout it just enjoy the ride it's part of the CCA experience

[writeblr-live]

Getting close to the day, so...

A little more explanation of what I'd like to do with this idea.

On the thirteenth of every month join me for a live writing Q&A. 

For one whole hour I give you writing-related questions, you give everyone answers. 

Reblog, reply, post, hop in this askbox, however you wish to participate. Make sure your reblogged/posted answers are tagged #writeblr and #writeblrlive so everyone can see and play along.

Each question I ask will deal with a different aspect of writing to hopefully get the gears moving.

The goal is to introduce you to more writers, whether for friends or fans, and help get you writing more words.

The first question of every writeblr live will contain an introduction, so those new to it don't feel like they're missing something. The last question will include encouragement to hype yourself up, sharing links to your work wherever it may be. Questions between might be themed, might not, we'll see how that goes.

Fanfiction is welcome and adored, this is for every writer no matter what you write.

The timezone might be tricky, and you may notice I changed it to better accommodate friends overseas (we're not all in the states, after all). I want to make sure everyone gets in on the fun ask times and maybe remembers why they like being part of a community.

Feel free to throw questions at me if you're confused. I basically live here, I will definitely answer your questions.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

♡ Danmei Fanfic Nightclub Evaluation ♡

I just wanted to ask a few quick questions to alter, improve and update the #danmei fanfic nightclub in readiness for next week. Questions are directed to both writers and prompt givers.

(I hope everyone had the best time both reading and writing)

1) I'd like everyones thoughts on loosing the timezones. On reflection, I think they're more confusing than anything else and could potentially put people off prompting. I'm tempted to take them out and make it a free for all during that day and writers will answer when they want within that day. Or after... fanfic walk of shame and all that.

2) With that in mind, are we all happy with Friday? If there's another day people would prefer, please let me know 😊

3) Did the menu provide enough information or would you like more information? If so what would you like as extra info so I the menu can be updated for next week.

4) So long as everyone is happy, let's make this a weekly event! If people just let me know when they don't want to be included for a week, I'll take them out, or if people want to start taking part I can add them in. This can be done via ask or direct message.

Tagging everyone who took part so they definitely see this post 😊 though everyone is free to answer ♡

@sleepyssnail @yiling-laozu-is-loml @etherealiity @scholomancefan @fiftysevenacademics @isolapyrena @petitechocopie

[airandyeah]

Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.9

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Makes me overjoyed that the taglist keeps growing, I love you all and appreciate the support! Today I will be posting 2-maybe more- chapters of this. I would like to make it clear that I usually post very late at night in my timezone-however I was ready to sit down and dedicate time to the today.

Sukuna stood still in the half-darkness of the room, the weight of his presence pressing heavily on the air between you. His eyes, once blazing with wrath, were now eerily quiet, almost introspective. The tension that had engulfed the space seemed to have shifted into something more volatile, something raw and untamed. You could feel it—his struggle, his confusion—and yet, it was as if he were waiting for something, some truth to come to light.

"Tell me, little one," his voice broke the silence, low and measured, yet brimming with an edge you hadn't heard before. "Do you know why I said I wouldn't lose you again?"

You opened your mouth, but the words lodged in your throat, the same ones that had been clawing at you ever since that dream—the vision of your death. The question hung like a veil, clouding your thoughts. What did he mean? Could he have known something about your past life, something that you didn’t?

Sukuna’s gaze softened, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you could see the pain there, buried beneath the immense weight of his centuries-long existence. "You think I would destroy everything to bring you back because of some fleeting attachment, don’t you?" he asked, his tone almost... wistful.

You didn’t speak, unsure if the words you wanted to say would ever be enough.

His eyes darkened. "But you are more than that. You don’t understand what you are to me, do you? Or what you were to me."

The ground beneath your feet seemed to tremble, but you stood your ground, your heart pounding. He had made it clear he was not the same Sukuna you had once known, but you had never expected him to sound so vulnerable, so... lost.

The silence between you stretched, a vast chasm that threatened to swallow you both whole. But then, in a voice as cold as it was tired, he began to explain.

"You are the reincarnation of the woman I once loved." The words fell from his lips like a confession, an admission so painful it seemed to cut him more than it could ever hurt you. "She was beautiful. Strong. A woman who could stand beside me, not behind me. She was the only one who understood that I was more than just destruction." His voice quivered slightly, a tremor that betrayed the centuries of anguish buried deep inside him.

Your mind raced. The woman he loved? You had always felt a strange connection to him, but you never expected the truth to be like this. That you were her—her. His lost love.

"You were her," Sukuna repeated, his voice thick with bitterness. "You still carry her soul, her essence. The same fire. The same strength." He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. "You wear her face now, walk in her skin, but you don't know her."

The revelation hit you like a wave, knocking the breath from your lungs. The pieces fell into place—his obsession with you, his moments of softness mixed with fury. It was her he had been seeking all along, not you, but her. You were just the vessel, the reincarnation, caught in a web of fate he could neither escape nor understand.

"You think this is a curse, don’t you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it was a command. "You think that the man I am now could ever love again? That I could ever feel the way I did back then?"

The way he spoke of her was more than just affection—it was a grief that had never truly healed, a wound that had festered through time. It was a weight that seemed to crush him from the inside out.

"I never wanted to do this to you," he continued, his voice faltering for a split second. "But when I saw you, when I laid eyes on you—her—the memories came rushing back like a flood, and I couldn’t control it. Not the need to protect you, not the longing to keep you safe. Not the hunger to tear everything apart to make sure I didn’t lose you again."

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing the air between you both, but he didn’t dare touch you. "The moment you came into my life, I realized that the curse was never just the one I carried. It was ours, together. I destroyed her once, and I vowed I would never let her die again. But in this life, I’m not sure if I can keep that promise. The destruction... the destruction was always a part of me."

A bitter laugh escaped him, hollow and full of pain. "Maybe this is my fate. To destroy everything I love. And you... you are no different. No matter how much I fight it, you will die again. And I will destroy again."

Your heart clenched at his words, the realization settling like ice in your chest. Was this truly the path that awaited you both? A never-ending cycle of pain and loss?

But even through his anger, his words rang with something else—something fragile, something that trembled with the weight of his past. His voice softened. "I can't undo the past, nor can I stop what I am. But, little one..." His gaze shifted, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his steely facade. "I never stopped caring. And I’m afraid... you might be the only one who can stop me from burning this world down with my rage. The woman I loved would have never let me fall this far. And now, I wonder if you can do the same."

You met his eyes, feeling the weight of the choice before you. Could you stand against the storm that was Sukuna? Could you stop him from destroying everything—again?

"I don’t know what’s left of her inside me," you said quietly, your voice unwavering, "But I know I’m not the same person I was in that dream."

There was a long pause, the silence thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sukuna stood before you, still a god of destruction, but in his eyes—there was something different. Something that hadn’t been there before. A crack in the armor. A glimmer of something more than just rage.

And for the first time, you felt like you were standing on the edge of something that could change everything. Something that might not just be destruction, but rebirth. ~~~ Several days had passed since that night���since the unsettling words and the flicker of something in Sukuna's eyes that still haunted you. It had been hard to shake the feeling that something had shifted between the two of you, and yet, nothing had changed outwardly. He still lingered at the edges of your thoughts, that quiet, almost invisible weight in the air whenever you closed your eyes. But you knew better than to chase him. His nature, his curse—there was only so much you could understand. So much you could do.

But today, something felt different. Perhaps it was the nagging pull of the past, or perhaps it was the odd sense of responsibility that had been growing inside you since that night. You had seen the cracks in him—saw what he desperately tried to hide behind all the destruction, all the violence. You couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something more to him. Something still worth reaching for.

You found yourself walking toward his shrine again, the familiar path leading you through the dense trees and heavy undergrowth. The wind was gentle today, the sound of rustling leaves a soft lullaby that almost made you forget the weight of what you carried in your heart. Almost.

The shrine was as it always was—a place of ancient stone and overgrown moss. It sat quietly, as though it had long ago abandoned hope of ever being restored to its former grandeur. The air felt charged here, thick with the presence of something older than time itself. You hesitated just outside, wondering if he would be there—if he was watching, waiting, or perhaps already knowing that you had come.

But there was no sign of him, and yet, you could feel him in the very air around you.

You moved closer, your fingers brushing the cold stone, tracing the familiar markings etched into the altar. You had cleaned it before, but today felt different. Today, you weren’t just tending to the space as you had done out of duty. Today, you were offering something—something that was yours, something real.

You knelt before the shrine, setting down a simple offering of fruit, fresh flowers, and a small vial of water. A gesture of care, something that spoke of the humanity you still believed existed in him. There was no grand declaration, no promise that everything would be fixed. It wasn’t about that. It was simply a token—a silent wish for peace. For balance. For something other than destruction.

The soft sound of a distant breeze carried through the trees as you finished your task, your hands lingering on the offering, a final prayer whispered under your breath. You didn’t expect anything. But you couldn’t help but hope—hope that, maybe, he would see it. See you.

And then, just as you were about to rise, the air around you shifted. The temperature dropped, and a presence—powerful and undeniable—filled the space. You didn’t need to turn around to know he was there. You could feel him, his eyes boring into your back.

“You’re wasting your time,” his voice rumbled, low and dangerous, but there was an odd softness to it, as though he wasn’t entirely sure if he was annoyed or... intrigued.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you stood slowly, turning to face him. He was standing just beyond the edge of the shrine, his form still imposing, but not as towering as when you had first met him. He looked almost... worn, the weight of time and existence pressing down on him in a way that was unfamiliar, even to you.

“I’m not wasting anything,” you replied quietly, meeting his gaze. “This is... for you. For what you’ve lost.”

For a moment, his expression flickered with something—something close to surprise, or maybe even uncertainty. You couldn’t tell. But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

You took a small step toward him, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on your shoulders. You knew this wasn’t just about the offering anymore. It was about what it symbolized: a shift. A choice. You hadn’t come here to change him, or to fix him. You had come here to show that, despite everything—despite the destruction, the curse—you still cared.

“This is the only thing I can offer right now,” you said, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “Care. And whatever comes next, we’ll face it. Together.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. There was no anger in his gaze now, no frustration. Instead, there was... something else. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it was there. A flicker of something human. Something not entirely swallowed by the darkness he carried.

“You think I need this?” he asked, his tone still cold, but quieter now, the sharpness dulling.

“No,” you said, your heart racing. “I think you deserve it.”

For the longest time, there was silence between you, a tension that neither of you seemed willing to break. And then, just when you thought he might turn away, walk off into the shadows as he always did, something happened.

His lips curled into something that could almost be called a smile—small, fleeting, but it was there. A trace of something unguarded.

“It’s... not much,” he murmured. “But it’s enough.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, you simply nodded, letting the moment linger before he disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving you standing there in the stillness of the shrine.

The air felt lighter now—less oppressive. As if, for the briefest of moments, the storm inside him had quieted, just enough to let something else in.

And as you left the shrine, the memory of his gaze, that flicker of something soft, stayed with you. It wasn’t the end. It wasn’t a resolution. But it was a beginning.

Maybe, just maybe, there was hope yet. ~~~ The sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the small space as you worked. It was quiet—peaceful, even—and for the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe without the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you.

You were chopping vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife cutting through the crisp produce mixing with the faint sizzle of the stove. Your mind had been clear for a while now, your thoughts mostly free from the constant buzz of worries that usually filled your day.

And then, as if on cue, that familiar presence filled the room.

You didn’t look up right away. Instead, you slid the knife to the side and stirred the pot on the stove, the fragrant steam curling up toward the ceiling. "You know," you said casually, "if you want to help, you could chop something."

There was a beat of silence, followed by a low chuckle that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “You think I can’t cook?” His voice was laced with amusement, but there was a teasing edge to it.

You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and that characteristic smirk tugging at his lips. He looked different in this setting—less menacing, more... relaxed. It was strange how, despite everything, you found yourself slipping into a comfortable rhythm around him.

“I never said that. But considering you don’t exactly need to eat, I’m guessing you’ve never bothered with the basics.”

Sukuna tilted his head, that familiar gleam in his eyes. “Who said I don’t need to eat?”

The question hung in the air for a moment. You raised an eyebrow, turning back to your cooking. “Are you really implying that you do eat?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He moved closer, peering at the simmering pot on the stove, the scent of herbs and spices mixing with the evening air. "I’ve had my share of... gourmet meals."

You couldn’t suppress a laugh, shaking your head. "Somehow, I don’t think 'gourmet' is the first word I’d use to describe the food you’re used to."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow in mock offense. “You’d be surprised. I’ve had things far better than what you can offer, human.”

“Sure,” you said with a smirk, “and I’m sure it’s all been delicious.”

His eyes gleamed, but there was a softness there now, almost like he was genuinely enjoying this casual back-and-forth. The conversation lulled as you focused on your cooking, both of you content in the comfortable silence that had begun to settle between you.

But just as you were about to stir the pot again, there was a soft knock on the door—quiet enough that it might’ve been missed had you not been paying attention. You frowned, wiping your hands on a dish towel before moving toward the door.

Opening it, you found a small, neatly folded envelope resting against the doorframe. No return address. Just your name scrawled across the front in elegant, precise script.

You picked it up with a slight sense of dread curling in your stomach. Something about the way it was presented—so formal, so deliberate—set your nerves on edge. Without a word, you stepped back inside, tearing open the envelope with trembling hands.

Sukuna, sensing your shift in mood, stood from where he had been leaning, his eyes narrowing as he watched you unfold the letter.

You scanned the contents, and as the words registered, your stomach dropped. A coldness began to seep into your veins, replacing the warmth that had filled you just moments before.

The letter was from your family.

It had been years since they had contacted you. Years since you had left. And now, they were coming. They would be arriving in the next few days, and the letter made it clear that they expected you to meet them—face to face.

For the briefest moment, your vision blurred, the words on the paper shifting in and out of focus. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until you let it out in a shaky sigh.

Your hands trembled as you lowered the letter, the weight of the message pressing down on your chest. The silence in the room felt deafening now, heavy and thick.

“I see,” Sukuna’s voice cut through the tension, a hint of something dark in his tone. He didn’t need to ask what was in the letter. It was all too clear. “And how do you feel about this?”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather yourself. But the knot in your throat was thick, and you could feel the old fears resurfacing—fears you had long since buried. “I… don’t know. I wasn’t expecting this.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you quickly steadied yourself. “I thought they had forgotten about me.”

The weight of it was suffocating. The thought of seeing them again, of facing the past you had left behind, was more than you could bear at that moment. There was so much unresolved, so many things left unsaid.

You didn’t want to go back to that world. The world that had rejected you, the world that had forced you into hiding, into this existence. The world the despised you for being born a woman, not a strong and capable man.

Sukuna’s gaze softened slightly as he approached you, his usual taunting smirk replaced by something less... dismissive. Something closer to understanding. He didn’t speak immediately but instead took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Whatever happens,” he said quietly, “I won’t let them hurt you.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him, a mix of confusion and gratitude flickering in your chest. But there was something about his words—something that, despite the coldness of his tone, felt strangely reassuring. He might not care about your family, or even about your past. But in that moment, it was clear that he cared about you.

You exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the tension that had gripped you. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change—and you weren’t sure if you were ready for it.

Sukuna gave you a long, lingering look before turning toward the door. “Don’t let them push you around,” he said, his voice low. “And if they do, I’ll make sure they regret it.”

You nodded, still unsure of what exactly to do with the letter in your hands, but feeling a strange sense of comfort from his words. At least, for now, you weren’t alone.

The letter, however, still weighed heavily on your mind as you returned to your cooking. You knew you couldn’t ignore it forever. Your family was coming, and soon, you would have to face them.

But for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had someone by your side.

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[linnetagain]

Okay, I am not in the best place to make a post. It's midnight in my timezone, I'm confused and heartbroken and trying desperately not to act rashly, but I've already had asks and comments, so I know I have to say something.

The bloodweave community has meant so much to me. I've loved so many people and counted them among my friends. Now it all seems to be falling apart, so many of them seem to hate each other, and I am utterly lost as to why and what's happened.

All I can say is that I don't know what's going on. I can't take a stance because I don't know what's happening yet. I'm going to step away until I know what's going on and can respond properly.

If you have any issues with me personally, my behaviour, anything at all - my DMs are open.

[bambisnc]

birthday surprise ₊˚.

pairing : taehyun x reader genre : flufffff w a cute wrapping of crack <3 cw/tw : ty panics a lil bit + beomgyu is made to do labour /j + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 783 w (wrote this in one sitting a day before my bio prac hehe) notes : HO LEE SHIT i'm having exams still but ugh how could i not write a lil soemthing for tyun my lil boba eyed bee eff's birfhday 😍🫶 (posting this as soon as it's 00.00 on 5th by my timezone)

when you act super distant with taehyun around a week before his birthday, he’s confused. about your behavior, of course but also his own. he's not like this, he's the rational one, the one with the braincell so why is he overthinking this so much? you're probably just planning something for his special day, he knows that but.. he can't help but feel paranoid.. what if he’s just being conceited in thinking so? what if something's seriously wrong??

then just 3 days before the awaited day you call him up sounding all worried - saying there's an emergency and you have to leave asap and he's left reeling with shock. what do you mean an emergency?? is there a problem at work or at your uni? or worse, did something happen to someone in your family-? he can’t focus at all, practice, meetings with the manager, even his sleep is completely consumed by thoughts of you (though that’s.. not really new~)

and then it's finally the eve of the much, much awaited day. he really wasn't expecting anything, opting instead for an early night. his members were seemingly busy with a "project", which was highly suspicious and should’ve immediately raised alarm, is what he would say if you asked him later and you know, he would've caught onto it right then but busy schedules added to the constant worry about all the upcoming events and ofc you had dulled his senses considerably

but at 11.51 sharp, as if on cue, he hears his shrill ringtone from where it is kept next to his bed. it's beomgyu.

“taehyun, dude”, he says, “there's um,.. an issue. uh, yeah no it's a huge problem. we need everyone in the practice room like right now.” by now of course, taehyun did feel pretty sure of the fact that his members had something planned.. i mean “an issue at the practice room”? c'mon that was a classic, he'd literally used that same line on yeonjun's birthday last year. he’s about to let beomgyu know of this but then he hears their manager in the background.. shit okay, maybe there's actually something wrong? briefly affirming that he’ll be there, he haphazardly dresses and makes his way to the practice room...

...only to find the room dark, as he opens the door and walks in, extremely wary of his surroundings. making his way to the light switches he soon discovers emptiness. the room was completely empty. what the fuck.

he honestly felt so dazed, he couldn't help but just sit himself on the couch, somewhere between wondering if this was a dream and if not wondering why his members chose to inflict such weird pranks (?) upon him. he remains there for a good 45 ish minutes before he hears the unmistakable sound of footsteps and people, whispering in a way that was not quiet at all.

"shit why're the lights already on??" "oh yeah i called taehyun and told him to come down!!" "what. beomgyu we haven't set up anything. the cake is literally in my hands right now. you're literally holding the decorations??" "oh. huh." "gyu holy shit how could you not know????" "I SWEAR TO GOD." "guys shut up we can still salvage this if we just-"

and taehyun finds himself face to face with a shocked huening kai, an extremely guilty-looking beomgyu, you with so much disappointment adorning your face that one would think this was your surprise party being ruined and rather furious looking soobin and yeonjun.

i'm sure you can picture how the rest of the "surprise" party went. taehyun making some colorful, weirdly specific yet affectionate threats to everyone, you especially - having him worrying over nothing for a whole week, how could you?! he discovers that their manager had been persuaded by all of you to record a little audio clip you could play over call, just to make taehyun a little extra worried and a little less suspicious. well. at least, that definitely worked out huh?

but later when he has his arm around you as you cut the cake into delicate slices and beomgyu attempts to decorate the whole room single handedly, as was chosen to be his punishment, with the rest of his members, offering birthday wishes, sharing past anecdotes of various such mishaps (and it is undoubtable that there were a lot), laughing and playing about, he can't help but think maybe he prefers this more than he would a "perfect" surprise.

next year though, as he tells each of you multiple times, he'd rather it not be a surprise at all. with a smile that quite clearly said that it was very much not up for debate.

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[holly-poly]

Holly Poly is, as the name implies, an exchange for polyamorous relationships. OT3s, OT4s, OT6s, orgies, open relationships, sedoretus, whatever strikes your fancy, as long as it involves three or more entities.

Participants are able to offer and request fanart, fanfiction, fanvids, podfic, fanmixes, gifsets and/or aesthetics/moodboards.

Dates: All times are 11:00am UTC, save for golive which will depend on when final pinch hits are posted. Apologies if the change of time causes any confusion; this change was necessary since the previous time used for deadlines did not work well for the mods' mix of timezones last year. We will make sure to update this post with links to countdown timers once they are applicable, so that people can check on those to see how long is left before the next deadline. 17-24 October: Nominations are open 31 October-11 November: Signups are open 17 November: Assignments will be sent out no later than this date. (And hopefully will go out much sooner.) 6 January: Default deadline (extended to 9pm UTC) - you can see a countdown timer at this link.  13 January: Fanworks are due - you can see a countdown timer at this link. 20 January: 27 January - The archive goes live (as soon as everyone has a gift). 27 January: 3 February - Creators revealed.

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[terrifying-angel]

Welcome to the revolution!

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐Blog Intro post𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

☆ hello! this is a parody/rp/kin blog for the les mis characters Enjolras. I also reblog/post things that remind me of Enjolras or information about his character. I will mostly write with a modern au setting in mind, but I'll tag whether it's modern or the Canon era with each post just to avoid confusion

☆ Im 100% ok with ask, I might take a bit to respond, though. Ask can be anything, just keep it sfw

☆ Also, just keep in mind that this account is being run by a high schooler whose special interest is Enjolras. This is not anything serious

☆ This is all very new to me. I've never really done something like this before.

☆ I am an Enjolras kin (not kff), so this is a bit more than rp for me. I'm just very shy with my otherkin identify and keep it a bit more lowkey? If that makes sense.

HEADCANONS

Some headcanons i have for Enjolras that are important on this blog

☆ trans male

☆ gay

☆ birthday in July 15

☆ biracial

☆ anxiety disorder, bbd, asd

☆ 5'2 /157.48 cm

☆ him and Cosette are Identical Twins

I have many more, but these are just the ones I favor the most and that I can think of atm lol)

TAGS

only some, tho

🪽 speeches - in character text post

🪽 From the people - inbox response

🪽 personal library - fanworks for Enjolras + self rb tag

🪽personage - Post about Enjolras character for this blog (appearance, fashion, personality, ect), also reblog of Enjolras. Basically, my kin tag lol

🪽 plublic library - Reblog tag about post of Enjolras. informative posts about Enjolras, his character, his ships, the time era in which he lived. Anything that could help expand your views on Enjolras or help you write his character

🪽 Les Amis!- interaction post with other les mis rp/parody blogs (is there even any out there?? One of the reasons I got the courage to make this blog was to encourage others to make les mis parody/rp blogs lol)

🪽 ooc- out of character tag

RULES/BYF/ECT

☆ NO NSFW PLEASE

☆ my timezone is Eastern time, And my school hours are 7:50 am - 2:40 pm

☆obviously, no bigotry of any kind. Dividers made by chocoperrito.

☆ I would rather no doubles, but I'm not all that strict with that

[chibi-tsukasa-tenma]

☆ RP INTRO! ☆

HELLO! MY NAME IS TSUKASA TENMA AND I AM A WORLD'S FUTURE STAR! ☆☆☆

I AM PART OF THE THEATER TROUPE WONDERLANDSXSHOWTIME ALONGSIDE OTHER VERY TALENTED ACTORS! ☆☆☆

MY LITTLE SISTER SAKI SHOWED THIS PLACE CALLED "TUMBLR" TO ME, WHERE I COULD FINALLY MAKE MY CAREER AS A STAR SKYROCKET WORLDWIDE! ☆☆☆

[No matter what happens... I'll still be here by their side!]

//mod @starblaze-the-traveler here! I also am the mod for @chibi-rui-kamishiro, from this same au!

Chibikasa's thought will appear like this: I want to eat burguer

asks are allowed and encouraged, magic anons included :}

my timezone is UTC-3, so if I suddenly vanish while rping maybe I went to sleep

yes, Tsukasa is actually a chibi.

chibis are around 1/3 the character's original height, which means Tsukasa is around 58 centimeters or 1'9''

anyone can participate in this au!! only rule is that in this universe everything is 1/3 smaller than in normal universes

newer concept but mostly in this universe the characters have exaggerated and characteristic traits, like Tsukasa only speaking in caps and screaming all the time besides being a bit more egocentric ("Im not small!!! all of you are tall!!!!") and oblivious to how he comes off to other people. this, of course, isn't a rule, I just added it to be a bit more than "pjsk but smaller" and so this au has a little charm to it! I won't pressure anyone into following this if you're making a chibi blog, feel free to make your chibi however you want it!!

won't be posting very often because school absolutely destroys any motivation I have, but I didn't quit unless explicitly stated

ty for reading!

TAGS:

#tiny star rambles for normal, on-rp posts

#chatting w ___ for posts where Tsukaka talks to someone

#tiny star answers for answer posts

#star mod speaks ★ for ooc posts where I speak instead (the posts will also have // before the text so no one gets confused)

If you see anything unusual written in the tags, that's me, the mod, writing some notes-

Thank you all so much for the support!! I've always loved rping but didn't really know how to get in a server or something so y'alls support is really amazing!! ★ ★