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s4no · 1 year

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+ feat: ken ryuuguji x fem!reader

+ cw: sex work (draken is an escort), virginity loss, oral (r), ptv, size difference

+ summary: after years of failed attempts at losing your virginity, you decide to take matters into your own hands and buy a night with the most expensive male escort tokyo has to offer. (5.4k words)

+ a/n: i decided to rewrite one of my old fics so if you recognize the title and/or plot, it's from my archived account; written in the adult timeline

Your nerves are in shambles as you approach the unfamiliar building. Your legs feel weak and your fingers clutch your wallet tightly, as if you suspect someone may try to mug you and steal it. For all that you know, it's possible. You’ve never been in this part of town before and you're grateful you haven't run into anybody you know. You’d definitely get questioned if someone saw you walking down the main street of Tokyo's Red Light District. Or more specifically, into a brothel.

It isn’t like you're out here on a whim. You’d thought about this for a long time, pondered over it many nights after hours of tossing and turning, and after five very long— and equally as frustrating years, you’d made your decision. You wanted to lose your virginity and you’d use all the resources at your disposal.

You didn’t have much luck out on the dating scene, which mainly consisted of Tinder and a couple of the local bars out in Roppongi. You’d tried it all: blind dates, speed dates, double dates. None of them ever resulted in a relationship— or even a one night stand— so you’d been forced back to square one each time. After five years of trying and failing, you’d given up on finding love for the time being.

But… not pleasure.

That’s how you find yourself walking into the luxurious lobby of the most popular brothel in the city. The smell of jasmine invades your nose and the sound of smooth jazz drifts into your ears, immediately creating a sensuous atmosphere that leaves you gawking. Red velvet couches line the walls, some accompanied by golden side tables where clients can sit their drinks while they wait to be called back.

At the front of the room sits a large mahogany desk with a woman seated behind it, tapping away at a computer. Swallowing, you timidly approach the front desk and lean in close, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hello, I’d like to… Um, book a room.”

The woman doesn’t even bother sparing you a glance, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Male or female bodied?”

“Male, please. I’d like… the male with the best rating, if possible.”

Your cheeks flush when the woman stops typing, her eyes glancing you over before responding. “I’m sure you would,” condescension colors her tone, “but I’m afraid there are premium rates for our top-tier employees.” Ones that are out of your price range, she suspects.

“I’m prepared to pay as much as it takes.” Unzipping your wallet, you spread it open to reveal a thick stack of crisp ten thousand yen banknotes. You’ve been saving up for this since Christmas, working a full-time job along with attending classes at the university nearby. It’d been stressful and you'd worked yourself ragged, pinching pennies for the last few months, but tonight is going to make it all worth it.

Her eyes flicker between you and your stuffed wallet for a moment before she crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. “I see. Well, I’ll have to check if he’s available. How long did you want to book him for?”

“…Three hours.”

Her eyebrows raise at that but she otherwise remains professional, nodding and picking up the phone on her desk. She quickly dials a number, sighing as she waits for someone to answer. “Hello? Yes, I was wondering if you’d like to accept a three-hour appointment.” She pauses for a second. “Yes, she’s here in the lobby right now and prepared to pay the fees upfront.” Another pause. “Okay. Thank you, Draken. Bye.”

Putting the phone down, she turns back to you. “He should be down shortly to take you back. That’ll be ¥120,000.”

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After handing over the wad of cash, you take a seat on one of the velvet couches and run a hand through your hair. The room feels significantly warmer than it had when you first walked in and you realize it's because your heart is racing. It's happening. This is actually happening.

You'd almost chickened out this afternoon— considered using the money to take a nice little trip to Okinawa. You could swim with the fish and read out on the beach, eat some good seafood, blow off some steam. You'd definitely enjoy yourself but what happened once you came back? You'd find yourself back at square one, a hundred thousand yen poorer and filled with regret and immense sexual frustration.

There had been a couple of times you'd come close to achieving your goal. You'd gone to a frat party a few weeks ago, drank and danced your heart out. Even wore a pair of jean shorts that barely managed to cover your ass. When you ended up getting hot and heavy with one of the brothers, he took you back to his room only for you to walk in on his roommate having a threesome with two very talented blondes.

In March, when you first created a Tinder profile, you'd matched with a cute grad student who wanted to take you out to dinner. He drove you to a hotpot restaurant and halfway through the date, you two retreated to the bathroom to have a quickie. Your panties were around your ankles when you realized you didn't want your first time to be in a restroom stall beside a grimy toilet. You didn't want it to be a five-minute escapade that would leave you disappointed and unfulfilled. It's obvious to say the drive home had been awkward.

You're so deep in thought that you don't notice when a man walks out from behind the beaded curtain and approaches the front desk. You don't notice him at all— not until he's standing in front of you with a small smile playing on his lips. Onyx eyes roll over you slowly, long hair of the same color tied back in a braid. There's a black dragon tattooed across the left side of his head, and you have the oddest urge to reach out and trace your fingers atop it.

“You must be my client for tonight.” His voice is deep and smooth like molasses and a trill runs down your spine as he wets his lips, “I’m Draken.”

“Hi… I’m (y/n).” You offer, extending your hand out to which he lifts a brow.

He repeats your name back to you, drawing it out like he savors the taste of it on his tongue, and then takes your hand in his. Instead of shaking it, he interlaces his fingers through yours and gives it a soft squeeze. “C’mon princess, ’m on the top floor.”

Nodding weakly, you’re practically in a daze as he leads you back through the curtain of sparkling beads and into an elevator that’s every bit as fancy as the room you were just in. He fishes out a silver key from his pocket before turning it into the lock beside the button labeled seven, and up you go.

The enclosed area only emphasizes how large he is compared to you, how much space he takes up. He’s well above six feet with broad shoulders and muscles that bulge inside the sleeves of his silk button-down. You can feel him watching you as you ascend but you don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. Tension bleeds into the air, and coupled with the stark silence, it’s nearly suffocating. You have to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down.

When the dinging of the elevator sounds like church bells, you aren’t surprised. You’re pretty sure heaven awaits you on the other side of these doors.

You find that heaven looks a lot like a bachelor’s pad. Filled with dark wood and sleek furniture, it’s a mini-paradise; complete with a fully stocked bar, a king-sized bed, and a balcony leading out to a hot tub. Music plays softly from the surround sound system and you breathe in the faint aroma of juniper and tobacco as you walk inside.

“I hope R&B is alright.” He squeezes your hand once more before letting go of it, kicking off his slippers and making his way over to the bar. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A glass of water?”

His brow lifts again but he nods, “Sure.”

“Thank you.” You look around while he pours out your drinks, taking in the scenic view of the city below. “You have a very nice place.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” When you turn around, he’s standing behind you, holding out a glass of water with a shot of sake in his other hand. “Be so formal.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” You quickly accept the drink, muttering out a quiet apology. You’d done so much in preparation for this moment, but not once had you ever thought about how awkward it would be in the beginning. You hadn’t thought to look into the… ‘etiquette’ of brothels. You settle on giving him an honest answer. “I’m not entirely sure how to act.”

There’s a knowing smile on his face as he reaches out and tilts your chin up. His thumb glides lightly across your cheek, the calloused fingertip burning where it touches your skin. “Just relax. I promise you, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

You know the gesture is meant to help reassure you and lessen your nerves, but all it succeeds in doing is sending your pulse skyrocketing. Apprehension bubbles low in your stomach and your voice wobbles when you respond. “O-Okay..”

“Let me ask you a question.” His thumb moves from your cheek to your mouth, feather-light as it ghosts over the curve of your lips. “You haven’t done this before, have you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flare at his question, eyes widening in shock. Is it that obvious? “No, I haven’t.” You admit reluctantly, “I just— Well, I’m tired of waiting. I know the first time is supposed to be special, but… this is special in a way, right?” You watch as the comforting smile falls right off his face. His eyebrows furrow and you mimic the action, worrying what you’d said to elicit this type of reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

He blinks at you as he processes the information and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. “First time?” His expression turns serious, his hand dropping from your cheek. “I was talkin’ about coming to a brothel, not having sex.” He shakes his head, “Look, I’ll take you back downstairs. Sana will get you a full refund—”

“No!” You cringe when you blurt it out, interrupting him. “Please, you don’t understand. I want to do this. I’m sure of it.”

“It’s not a matter of if you’re sure or not.” His voice is stern now, taking on an edge that slices right through your pounding heart. “It’s a personal preference. I don’t sleep with virgins, not at work.”

“I— I can pay you more money, however much you want!” You know you sound desperate but that’s because you are. You’ve worked your ass off to get here, to have this experience, and now you’re grasping for straws as you feel it slipping through your fingers. “You don’t even have to accommodate me, just do your thing and—”

It’s his turn to interrupt you. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” You can hear the anger in his voice, it’s almost palpable. “You can’t just go around tellin’ people they can have their way with you. It’s your first time. You should be accommodated. Now, follow me. I’m walking you back down to the lobby.”

You don’t move when he walks back toward the elevator, keeping your feet planted on the hardwood floor. “If I should be catered to, then why don’t you do it yourself? Because if you take me back down to the lobby, I won’t be getting a refund. I’ll just ask for someone different.”

A muscle in his jaw feathers as it clenches, his eyes narrowing down at you as if that will help him discern whether you’re bluffing or not. But as you hold his gaze, unwavering and earnest, he realizes you’re telling the truth. Heaving a sigh, he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He should be calling security right now, have you escorted out of the building. He shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of conceding to your demands.

Yet, there’s something in your eyes as you stare up at him— a certain innocence that has him willing to break his rules. Just once. He’d indulge you this once, if only because he doesn’t trust anybody else here to treat you right. “…Fine, but we’re doing this my way.”

You exhale a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “Thank you, Draken. It… that means a lot to me.”

“I know it does.” Normally, he isn’t so forgiving toward people who threaten him but he can recognize the desperation in your voice. And desperation can lead to dangerous things. Other men would take advantage of that, and for some reason, he hates the thought of some old sleazebag taking your first time. At least with him, he’d make sure you’re satisfied. “Here, let’s sit down.”

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Should we… take off our clothes?”

Your heart flutters when a chuckle rumbles up from his chest. You’re as awkward as you are stubborn and he finds it strangely endearing. “No, not yet. We’re gonna take it nice and slow, m’kay?” He scoots closer, turning to face you. “But I am going to kiss you.” He raises a hand to your cheek, his thumb resuming its stroking. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

He waits until you nod before beginning to lean in, slowly so you still have every chance to change your mind. But when his lips press against yours, claiming them with a tender kiss, you know there’s no going back.

His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours, and you kiss him back— albeit clumsily because of how nervous you are. He doesn’t seem to mind though, more than willing to take the lead and pick the pace. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the exchange, and you allow it, humming contently as the taste of spearmint and tobacco fills your mouth.

His hand moves to grip your jaw as the other trails up and down your side, and despite the shivers that ensue, it helps ground you in the moment, brings you back down to earth just in time for him to draw away. You’re left breathless, sucking in deep gulps of air to clear the dizziness that’s muddled your mind.

“You still want to do this?” Warm breath fans across your face, obsidian eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. He doesn’t find any.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, “I meant it when I said I want to do this.”

That’s all the consent he needs before he captures your lips again, this time with an intensity that makes your head spin. His hands move to unbutton your blouse, slowly working their way down to the bottom and slipping it off your shoulders. He doesn’t break the kiss as he starts palming your breasts, massaging them over your bra, and you can’t help the whimper that rises up from your throat in response. His tongue continues to explore your mouth, tangling with yours until your core is throbbing with need.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He murmurs against your lips, palms splayed across your chest. One of them snakes behind you and nimbly unclasps your bra, letting it fall forward just enough to give him a peek at what lies underneath. “Lay back.”

Your body responds naturally, following his order without hesitation. You pull away and lean back until you’re pressed against the mattress with him looming over you, his eyes drinking you in as he slips the garment off your shoulders. “Fuck…” He mutters, “Look at you.”

Your nipples pebble beneath his gaze, pretty and pert and begging to be played with. He licks his licks lustfully, rough hands coming down to cup and squeeze them. Your head turns to the side when he starts to pinch the peaks, rubbing them between his fingers and forcing another whimper to escape.

He maintains eye contact as he lowers down, plush lips wrapping around one only to flick his tongue over the bud. “Draken…”

“There you go,” he breathes out, pulling back to admire the view. “Just relax, baby.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he shrugs it off, discarding it with the rest of your clothes before turning his attention back to you. “Don’t be afraid to touch me.” He leans forward and grabs your hands, moving to press them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate, the rhythmic thumping beneath your palm. It’s a sharp contrast to yours which beats wildly against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest.

With the sight before you, who can blame you?

His body is built and toned, corded muscles rippling across his torso and leading down to a delicious set of prominent v-lines. Your mouth waters as they flex and you drag your hands down to feel the hard ridges of his abdomen, a trail of dark hair descending down from his navel and disappearing into his jeans. You’re all but mesmerized.

“Like what you see?” He teases, his head dipping down to the curve of your neck. Straight white teeth graze across the tender flesh before suckling on your pulse point. All you can do is nod, your breathing shallow and uneven as his fingers continue tweaking your hardened nipples.

He knows the pace he’s setting is slow— deliberate— but he wants you more aroused than you’ve ever been, dripping wet for him when he finally takes you.

With soft pants falling from your lips, one of his hands slides down to your waist, his index finger dipping into the hem of your skirt. He could very well just pull it up, sneak his hand underneath it, but he resists the temptation, determined to make you squirm in anticipation.

And you do, every purposeful touch kindling the fire within you until it’s a blazing inferno. Your blood boils in your veins, your skin beautifully flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you’re in danger of overheating.

“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He mutters, letting the waistband of your skirt snap back against your skin. Your hips eagerly buck at the small sting, making it easy for him to tug it off and toss it onto the floor, and then he spreads your thighs apart to reveal a large damp spot in the middle of your panties. “Shit, so fuckin’ wet…” He curses, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

You nearly clamp your legs together as his eyes rove over you but the adoration in his expression bolsters you, gives you the confidence you need so badly. You stay still and let him look, trying to memorize the image of him between your thighs as he does.

Time seems to slow down. Seconds tick by and with each one that passes, you grow more and more uncomfortable. Your pussy aches, the desire he’s so carefully cultivated inside you becoming almost unbearable. But he either doesn’t notice the need swimming in your eyes, or he doesn’t care. He remains hovering over you, gaze zeroed in on your clothed cunt.

“Touch me,” the plea escapes you before you can stop it, and the corners of his lips tilt up into a small smirk. “Please.”

He hums as if he has to think about it. You’re about to start begging when his fingers press against you, applying enough pressure to make you mewl. “Don’t get greedy, princess.” He chastises gruffly, “You’ll take what I give you, remember?”

You nod obediently so he rewards you, circling your panty-clad clit until your hips are shifting back and forth. Moans fall freely from your lips but it still isn’t enough. You need more.

“Please,” you whine, eyebrows cinching together as you gaze up at him. “Draken, please…”

He hums again and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties before dragging them down to your ankles. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” Completely bared to him, apprehension saturates the air, your stomach doing backflips as he leans down and blows out a puff of air against your folds. When you clench at the sensation, a growl sounds. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

The pink flesh glistens in the dim lighting of the room, every inch soaked with arousal that drips down the inside of your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you. If you weren’t a virgin, he doesn’t think he’d even need to prep you.

Calloused fingers rub between your puffy folds, collecting your slick until his fingers are covered, and then one of his digits prods at your entrance, easing inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as he curves it in a come hither motion, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. “Fuck..!”

You should be embarrassed at the deep laughter that leaves him but you can only focus on the way he’s knuckle deep inside of you, adding a second finger and beginning to thrust them both in and out. “Your reactions are s’cute. What if I were to just…” He trails off as he lowers down until he’s face-to-face with your pussy, and your hands strike out to grab his cheeks so you can hold him back.

“W-Wait..” You stammer before swallowing thickly, “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, no… I just… No one’s ever…” Your blush spreads to the tips of your ears.

He cocks a brow up at you. “No one’s ever eaten you out?” But he already knows the answer. Your mortified expression is as good as any verbal indication. Shock flickers across his face, but he takes the new piece of information in stride, turning his head to the side and pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh. “Lemme taste you, baby. You don’t need to be shy.”

Your insecurities melt away under his encouragement but when you merely nod, he nips at your skin. “No, use your words.”

“O-Okay.” You breathe out shakily, “Go ahead.”

The words have barely left your mouth when you feel his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue expertly swirling around the sensitive bud and tearing a gasp from your throat. His fingers resume their curling motions, and suddenly a familiar sensation begins building in your stomach. It reminds you of all the times you’ve touched yourself, all of the times you’ve worked yourself into a frenzy chasing your orgasm. You’d rut against your pillow only for your legs to start trembling, too weak to climb the last few inches to the peak.

Admittedly, your legs do start to shake, your body tense and on the verge of locking up. It’s like you’ve conditioned it to expect the worst, that you’ll get close enough to taste the high and then be denied like all of the other times you’ve attempted to pleasure yourself.

“Draken,” you moan, the sound so depraved you don’t recognize your own voice, “Don’t stop— p-please, don’t stop..!”

A groan erupts from his chest as your walls tighten around his fingers and the vibrations of it cause another wave of heat to wash over you, threatening to pull you out to sea and drown you in its depths. You’re so close, closer than you’ve ever been before.

It’s when his mouth suctions around your clit that you’re flung off the precipice. Pleasure blooms out from between your thighs, shooting through your limbs and out to the tips of your fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as it consumes you, bleeds into all your senses until you’re writhing around in the sheets, hands blindly grasping for something— anything— to ground you.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, keeps licking, long fingers thrusting inside of you to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. “Good girl.” He praises, drawing away when you finally come to. You’re panting from the physical exertion, pupils blown with desire as you slowly lift your head to look down at him. His lips, cheeks, and chin are shiny with your slick, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you didn’t feel so lightheaded.

“Thank you… that was amazing..” And even that was a gross understatement.

Rising up from between your legs, there’s a smug expression on his face. “Save the thank-you’s for later, princess. We’re not done yet.” As if to emphasize his point, his hands drop down to start unbuckling his belt, your eyes following suit and widening into saucers when you see the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh my god.”

It’s… he’s huge.

You watch with bated breath as he unzips his pants and lets them drop around his ankles, your eyes boring holes into him when he pulls down his boxers and reveals both the prettiest and thickest cock you’ve ever seen. The shaft is long and curved, the tip flushed and leaking. A large vein runs down the entirety of the length and you swear if you look hard enough, you can see it pulsing.

He grips the base of it, stroking it a couple of times before prowling forward. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. “Worried ‘s not gonna fit?”

“…Yes.” You squeak.

He chuckles at your candor, opening up a drawer on the bedside table and fishing out a small plastic square— a condom, you realize. It only takes him a moment to tear it open and slip it on, the action effortless from years of practice. “Don’t be scared. I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I? I’m a man of my word if nothing else.”

Crawling onto the bed, he captures your lips in a kiss that can only be described as comforting. It’s slow and gentle, even when his tongue dips into your mouth, and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in such a way that you can’t help but feel cherished.

“I’m gonna start now,” he murmurs against your lips, “Remember, if you want me to stop, just say the word.” You nod in acknowledgment, and with that, he reaches down and lines himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding at your center. “Squeeze me as tightly as you need.”

Your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders right as he starts to push inside of you and your nails bite into his skin at the stretch, leaving crescent indents behind. A strangled noise bubbles up from your throat when pain takes hold of you, burning bright like the sun in the middle of summer.

“I know,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over the edge of your jaw, “I know it hurts. But it’ll feel better soon, I promise.” Tears prick at your eyes as he pushes deeper inside you, but soon his fingers are circling over your clit, blending the pleasure and pain until one is indiscernible from the other. “Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His movements are so controlled, it’s impressive— even as the slew of foreign sensations threatens to overwhelm you, you’re able to recognize that much. His brows are furrowed in concentration, his breaths coming out in hot puffs that skate across your heated skin. And ever so slowly, he works you open, sinking into you inch by inch. By the time he’s bottomed out, a thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, his voice strained when he says, “You did so well, baby, ‘m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

You only whimper in response, turning your head to the side so your cheek is pressed against the pillow. You feel so full, inhumanely full. So much so that you’re genuinely surprised you haven’t been split in half because, for all intents and purposes, that’s what it’d felt like. Your only saving grace is the way he hasn’t stopped rubbing your clit, hasn’t stopped praising you for taking him so well.

It’s a testament to his self-restraint the way he manages to remain still, buried deep inside you, while he patiently waits for your walls to adjust to his size. If he were a lesser man, he’d push aside your comfort, neglect your needs and pound into you to relieve his aching cock. But he waits, waits until your pained whimpers morph into soft moans, until you start to squirm beneath him as your body tries to create the friction it needs so badly.

“Move,” you beg, your hands sliding down from his shoulder to grab onto his hips, attempting to move them yourself. “Please… need you to move..”

A pair of large hands tug yours away from his waist before they pin them down on either side of your head. There’s no real force behind the maneuver but you don’t fight him off as he threads your fingers between his, just like he did earlier this evening. “Look at me, (y/n). I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

Tentatively, you turn your head so you’re staring up at him. You’re not sure what he sees but approval shines in his eyes and a sincere smile graces his lips. “Good girl.”

With your eyes glued on his, he finally starts to move, drawing his hips back and pushing into you in small, shallow thrusts. Your lips part into a gasp, your breath hitching every time he’s fully hilted inside of you. Tears line your lashes but this time, they aren’t from pain. They’re from pure, unadulterated pleasure— the all-encompassing kind that leaves you in tatters on the floor.

“Feels s’good.. So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, his pace speeding up as more moans pour from your lips. The sound of skin slapping skin ensues and you cry out when he shifts his angle, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll.

Your pleasure heightens and you think that this must be euphoria as your tears overflow, spilling down your cheeks and dropping onto the pillow beneath your head. Yet, you don’t look away from him. You don’t dare shy away from his gaze, not even when the coil inside you begins winding tight, warning you of your impending orgasm.

He squeezes your hands as your body goes taut. You’re panting now— sucking in breath after breath as your bodies collide— but you can’t seem to get enough air. Up you climb, higher and higher until you begin to tremble beneath him, your hands holding onto his like they’re a lifeline.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth, “Gonna cream on my cock?” He curses when you nod, dropping his forehead down so it rests against yours. “Well, go on then, princess. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

As if on command, the cord inside you abruptly snaps. A violent shudder wracks through your body, bliss clouding every single one of your five senses. It’s enough to wrench a deafening sob out of you, your back arching up off the bed so your chest is pressed firmly against his. He continues to drive into you as your walls pulsate around him and a growl reverberates up from his throat at the same time you feel his length twitch inside of you.

He stops after a few more thrusts, slowly pulling out of you and turning over to lie on his back. You whine quietly at the loss, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to complain.

“Shit…” He says, his head turning to look at you after a couple of minutes of silence, “How do you feel?”

Somehow, you summon up enough energy to smile through the exhaustion that’s seeped into your bones. “Definitely not like a virgin.”

He lets out a laugh at that, flashing you a brilliant white smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides. “Well, we’ve still got two hours left, sweetheart. Don’t go tappin’ out on me yet.”

#♡⃕ tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #draken #ken ryuuguji #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #i wrote this in a fever dream

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CW: A/B/O dynamics, sorry we're really playing The Long Game here

[A!Mina x O!Reader]

As a backup dancer in the kpop industry, you were constantly making connections with every music video, award show, and world tour you danced in. Other dancers became your friends easily, but idols? At best, some became casual acquaintances of yours. For idols you got to know for longer periods of time, like during tours, you sometimes came away with their personal number stored in your phone’s contact list.

But you never texted them. The thought felt embarrassing to you, too vulnerable. Besides, all of the idols who had given you their number so far were Omegas like you. Maybe you’d act on it if you had an Alpha’s number, but you didn’t, and you were at peace with that.

Until one day, your friend Somi approached you at the end of group practice with a new soloist idol.

“Hey,” she said, tugging at your dance bag to get you to hold back. “Have you seen this?”

She held out her phone open and you took it, peering at the rectangle-shaped screen. At first glance, it looked like someone’s dating profile. Except…

The someone was you. All of the photos were of you. There was no written profile besides your name and age. The words “PROFILE UNCLAIMED/INACTIVE” were just below your name.

“What? What is this?” you said, nearly throwing her phone back at her. “That’s me, what the fuck!”

Somi winced, taking her phone back quickly. “I had a feeling you didn’t know.”

“Know about what? What is that?” you asked, now wondering whether you should ask to see it again. “Oh my god, is my identity being st–”

“It’s an app,” Somi said quickly, lowering her voice as a few more dancers scurried by you. “Calm down, it’s just–” she hesitated. “It’s…basically like Tinder, but almost exclusively for idol Alphas and Omegas.”

Your eyes widened. “Idols? But then how am I on there?”

“I said almost,” Somi said, emphasizing the word. “If you’re known or noticed by other idols, sometimes they add outsiders they think are hot, like hair and makeup artists, music photographers or dancers.”

You stared at Somi. You watched as she ran a few of her fingers through her bangs and combed through them, as if that offered some sort of additional explanation.

“How do you know all of this?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Are– are you on there?”

Somi blushed. “I– not right now,” the other Omega said. “I just finished my heat so I’m kind of taking a break.”

Your brain was racing a million miles a minute to piece together what she was telling you.

“So you’ve used it? You have a profile?” Your questions came as quickly as you could say them. “Let me see your profile! How does it work? Idols? Who have you matched with?”

Seeing now that you were less upset and more intrigued, Somi finally smiled. “Slow down, Y/N! I’ll tell you everything on the walk to the train. That account is yours if you want it.”

After getting instructions from Somi on how to claim your profile and create login credentials for yourself, you came home. You threw your phone on your bed and then jumped in after it. Somi told you you’d have to verify your identity if you claimed your profile. You hated how eager you were to get up and go back out into your apartment to grab your bag. You rooted around for your ID, rolling your eyes at yourself. It’s not like you were going to have the kind of luck Somi told you she’d had. What if she was secretly lying and there weren’t actually any attractive Alphas on there?

ID in hand now, you moved to your kitchen. You set your phone and ID down on the counter while you grabbed a bottle of red and a glass.

After taking a long sip, curiosity got the best of you and you finally unlocked your phone. You downloaded the app and followed the prompts on your screen to claim your profile. It required you to upload photographs of your ID and submit a selfie to verify your identity. You also signed a severe privacy agreement.

This better be worth it, you thought.

A few minutes later, you were into your new account and you quickly made some adjustments to your profile. You swapped out some of the photos of yourself for ones you liked better and added a short bio. An ‘O’ appeared on your profile after your name and age.

Buzzing with excitement, you tapped your way back to the home screen quickly. Now you finally could browse and see which Alphas awaited you, and which non-idols had been deemed well known enough to be included. As you started swiping through, you couldn’t believe it. There were more Alpha profiles than you thought there would be.

Taking a breath, you slowly and meticulously started swiping through profiles, reading every line of their bios, taking in each photo. Some of the names and faces you saw made your eyebrows lift in surprise. (G)I-DLE’s Yuqi, Red Velvet’s Seulgi, Dreamcatcher’s Siyeon, JiU and Dami, even MAMAMOO’s Hwasa.

The idea of not matching with some of the Alphas you saw was devastating, but matching with them was even scarier to think about.

Not matching with Fromis_9’s Saerom almost shattered your confidence, and not getting a single match with any of the LOONA members you saw made you debate deleting the app right then and there. But then you remembered your profile had only just gone live, so you went on with your night to give yourself some time to be swiped on.

You ate and then showered. When you came back to your room to get dressed, you noticed a new notification on your phone. Your first match!

Your eyes went wide when you saw who it was. (G)I-DLE’s Soyeon.

A wave of excited warmth rushed over you. You flicked through her photos, admiring the pretty Alpha. You then frowned for a moment, remembering one of the app’s antiquated traditional rules. Alphas had the first move– Omegas couldn’t send a message first.

You sat there for a few moments, as if willing a notification to come through, but your phone stayed motionless in your hand. You set your phone down, ready to move onto doing something else. It wasn’t worth waiting around to see if a message came through.

After washing your dishes and helping yourself to a second glass of wine, you settled in on your couch to read for a bit. Just as you were about to pick up where you left off, your phone vibrated.

Soyeon.

#twice imagines #twice a/b/o #a!mina #mina x fem!reader #alpha!mina #g!p twice

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spahhzy · 8 months

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Sun: Tonight, we have lost one of our bravest warriors.

Neptune: He is a coward!

Sun: Neptune, please!

Neptune: He made a promise!

Sun: Neptune, that Is enough!

Neptune: We made an oath when this guild was created!

Sun: That was the past!

Neptune: No man may renounce their seat in the scrotum lords 3000!

Sun: What is done is done!

Neptune: He must be punished...

Sun: You are a fool...

Neptune: He must be held accountable for his act of treason!

Sun: And how do you plan to do so? How do you plan to damage a man who feels no pain!?

Neptune: He betrayed us..

Sun: Betray us, he did not. You misunderstood what it means to be an ally!

Neptune: I did not. I did not. You take that back!

Sun: Section A, article 9 of the Scrotum Lord 3000. What's that bio state? He who is inducted to Warzone, Fortnite, and/or PuBG Battle Royale teams must maintain their loyalty to the party until and in BOLD LETTERS, until he matches with a maiden in the real world, hinged, tinder or bumble and she takes away everything he loves.

Neptune: ...she's a whore.

Sun: Your lack of rizz should not restrain a man with plenty.

Neptune: I'll buy his membership!

Sun: He gone!

Neptune: it's a 12 month gold membership!

Sun: He must be kicked from the party...

Neptune: He can venmo me at a later date, please! No, no, no, please

Sun kicks Jaune from the party.

Neptune: Nooooooooooo!

Sun: You will live Neptune, you must.

#jaune arc #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #incorrect quotes

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overcaffeinated-underwhelmed · 8 months

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aight y’all…

i’m p crossed rn and had a thought as i mindlessly swipe thru tinder bc why not

and like what if i made my bio “nobody hot ever likes me… prove me wrong” and it seems so shallow but makes me giggly

and it feels so eddie!coded, but like reverse.

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after smoking w his bandmates after a gig, the group sits around, passing a bowl, and discussing the wonderful world of online dating. gareth raves about this super hot chick that matched with him on tinder, he's totally into her even though their conversation has simply consisted of him saying "hey!" and her replying "hi." jeff tells him he's being stupid, he doesn't even know the girl, let alone know if she's REAL.

eddie stays quiet. he has a tinder account, which he made a couple nights ago after band practice, after passing around a (fairly large) bowl. the guys all agreed to create tinder profiles. they all laughed about what they were going to put in their bio. gareth thought something (definitely inappropriately) funny was the way to go. jeff thought something (sickly) sweet and heartfelt was the only way to get matches. the two bickered back and forth like an old married couple for far too long.

eddie tuned their nonsense out. he thought to himself and decided something simple and straight to the point was enough. it's not like he even wanted to create this account, right? eddie built his profile, with photos of him and the band at the Hide Out, him shredding guitar at a band practice, and him and the hellfire guys joking around and laughing. he leaves his bio simple but (hopefully) a lil funny.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

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You had been drinking a lil bit tonight. You met some coworkers for drinks after work and had a few. However, when you got home, you decided you could go for another drink. You reached into the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. You cracked it open and took a big swig.

You realized you were still in your jeans, the buttons and waistband digging viciously into the skin of your stomach. You groaned slightly as the bottle swiftly made contact with the granite countertop beneath you. Letting go of your (much needed) drink, you unbuttoned your pants and made your way to your bedroom. You shuffle the tight denim down your legs as you cross the threshold into the bedroom. You quickly change into some loose sweats and an over-sized t-shirt, before making your way back to the kitchen to grab your drink.

You’re snuggled deep into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, knees almost against your chest, feet rested on the edge of the couch. You’re mindlessly opening, swiping through, and closing random apps on your phone, wrists rested on the top of your knees. Some reality tv show plays in the background as you come across the long-forgotten Tinder app on your phone. You subconsciously bite your lip before pressing the pink icon. What could a lil swiping hurt?? you think to yourself as you glance over the first profile that pops up.

You’ve been swiping left for what feels like forever, almost getting bored of the swiping. Just as you’re about to give up and close the app, a picture catches your eye. Your eyes fixate on a bright smile that meets the warm brown eyes of its owner. A weird feeling, almost like a… flitter?.. goes through your chest. You can’t even remember what you were about to do before seeing the picture of this incredibly attractive man on this godforsaken app. You drag your thumb along the screen of the phone to scroll through his profile. Some of his pictures are, undoubtedly, sexy as hell. I mean, who doesn’t find a musician sexy? You stop scrolling and read his bio.

"eddie. lead singer. guitar. metallica. dio. ozzy. d&d.

nobody hot ever likes me... prove me wrong.”

You giggle to yourself, thinking the second line is a flirty quip. Without giving a second thought, you swipe right on the profile. He was attractive, seems interesting and funny, what’s the harm?

A small gasp leaves your mouth as the screen displays an audacious celebration screen stating, “It’s a Match!”

After what feels like several minutes (but, in reality, was probably a few seconds), you press on the icon, obnoxiously displaying “Message Eddie Now!”

“there’s no way that’s true” you type back, pressing send without thinking.

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Eddie lightly gasps when he sees the notification pop up on his lock screen.

“Y/N messaged you!”

He quickly glances around the room, making sure no one noticed his reaction. The guys continued rambling on about the size of the crowd at their last show.

He swiftly presses the notification before it disappears, the screen quickly displaying your profile. Eddie takes a deep breath before opening the chat. He really did not expect to even match with someone, let alone be messaged by them first. He had haphazardly swiped through over a 100 girls that night he created the profile. He remembered how he swiped right on only a handful of girls, not many catching his attention.

The notification made his heart pound in his chest as he opened the chat log, reading your message. The insecure part of him was scared it was a mean joke, maybe you knew who he was and thought it’d be funny to humiliate him and make him think someone like you would actually swipe right on him. Eddie’s mind spins and heart thumps loudly, numbing his other senses.

“there’s no way that’s true” he reads.

He blankly blinks as he stares at the message, confusion clouding his brain. What? What’s not true? he wracks his brain. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize your message was a response to his bio. He initially tries to convince himself that you’re calling his bluff on being a musician, but he just knows that that’s not what you meant. His stomach churns violently as he re-reads your message and scrolls through your profile, over and over again.

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You feel oddly nervous after sending that message. You’re usually pretty relaxed when messaging guys on these apps, it’s not like you expect to find anything even remotely real this way. The intense, new feelings are overwhelming, which makes this entire moment overwhelming. The seconds pass by, feeling like hours, as you wait for a reply. Several minutes pass by without a response. You feel a sense of sadness deep within you as you stare at the dark screen of your phone. You’re being ridiculous. This is just an APP, your mind screams to you, trying to fight those feelings of rejection, loneliness, and sadness filling your chest. Who’s to say he’s even REAL? your brain screams within you.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to push those thoughts as far away from your mind as possible, subconsciously dropping your phone to your side. You feel some of the tension fading from your shoulders and upper back, taking a deep breath in and letting it out after a few seconds. Your body and mind are slowly relaxing, limbs beginning to feel heavy and you focus on your breathing. You can feel that familiar sense of sleepiness beginning to blanket your body, slowly creeping up your body, starting at your toes. As the feeling begins to reach your abdomen, a ding matched with a sharp buzz comes from beside you. You’re pulled out of your trance, hands immediately searching the surface of the couch beside you. Your fingers grasp your phone, fogginess starting to clear, but as your brain fully wakes up, you feel your heart speed up. You raise your phone to your face, unlocking the screen and reading the message that appeared.

“what’s not true? i promise i only speak the truth”

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After he hit send, Eddie’s stomach dropped and he regretted his entire life thus far. Why the fuck did I say THAT? That was the stupidest response he could possibly think of. He continues spiraling silently while the guys around him yell and shout about who knows what. Eddie feels so stupid and like it’s the end of the freaking world. He has literally never felt like this before. He thinks he’s going crazy. Like, what else could it be?

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You read his reply and feel a sudden wave of confidence, all the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight lowering your inhibitions.

“well, if you only speak the truth, then consider me proving you wrong”

You bite your lip as you hit send without a thought. You quickly lock your phone and toss it to the other side of the couch.

Once you actually start thinking about your reply, your stomach drops and you slowly start panicking. Why would you say something like that… What if he doesn’t think you’re hot? What if he accidentally swiped right? What if…? your mind just kept going. You started regretting even opening the app on your phone, regretting drinking at all tonight, regretting pretty much every decision you’ve ever made in your life.

As the seconds ticked by, slowly becoming minutes, you felt that sense of rejection and loneliness begin to consume you again. Shit. You fucked up again. This is why you don’t fucking go on these apps. Your despair suddenly turns to frustration. Why are you like this? How do people flirt? What the hell am I even doing? Your mind keeps reeling. After several seconds of deep breathing, you think to yourself, “At least you don’t ever have to meet him if you don’t want…” which gives you some comfort, but not enough. You spend the next several minutes talking yourself down, bringing yourself back to reality.

Ding!

Your eyes snap to the phone discarded at the other end of the couch. You’re scared to touch it, like it might burn you. You’re terrified. Of what, exactly? You’re not sure… You’re absolutely terrified of rejection. But you’re also incredibly anxious about the thought of him flirting back.

“proving…me wrong…? i don’t understand… I’m sorry”

You giggle to yourself, once again holding the phone in your hands. His cluelessness is almost endearing. You start to wonder if he doesn’t spend much time on this app… or maybe he’s playing you… maybe he…

Stop. You think to yourself, before taking a deep breath. You pause for a second before pushing all thoughts away and just acting.

“well, you said nobody hot ever likes you… and… i’m here to prove that wrong.”

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Eddie chokes on literal air as he reads your reply. Luckily, his bandmates are now arguing about the last campaign and no one noticed.

Eddie literally feels like he could piss himself out of sheer panic. His mind was full of static, his tongue felt dry, his body didn’t even feel like it was a part of him anymore.

His fingers start acting on their own accord, Eddie’s brain still full of fuzz.

“and what makes you think i think you’re hot?”

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You actually laugh out loud as you read his response. You immediately start typing up a response.

“Well, 1) we matched and 2) you’re still talking to me”

A warm feeling goes through your body, giving you the confidence to tack on “also, i think you’re hot”

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Eddie reads and re-reads your texts. He can’t believe what is happening right now. A sudden unfamiliar feeling rushes through him, almost making him feel like a teenager again. The feeling overtakes all of his senses. He can feel it deep within him.

This is real. I can’t fuck this up. A voice he doesn’t recognize whisper to him. The voice was familiar but held a certain level of confidence and determination in it, which he certainly did not hold himself. The voice continued whispering all around him. Reply. Don’t mess this up. This is special. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t think. Just do.

Before he could really think, his fingers started typing up a reply.

“well, i guess if you think i’m hot and i think you’re hot, we should probably do something about that.”

Eddie pressed send before he could second-guess it.

Ding! You had replied faster than he had expected.

“we probably should. sooner rather than later.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fic #munson x reader

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vinvmei · 4 months

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Random milgram characters using socials headcanons

Haruka Sakurai

•Uses smaller like tumblr etc and instagram. Username is either a keyboard spam or default username like @user514241215551927; pfp is default or a photo of his mother

•Only subscribed to Muu's channel and never posted anything

•Reposted some angsty stuff and spammed Es with Muu-related rambling

Yuno Kashiki

•Def an instagram and tinder user; username is something with AESTHETIC FONT and emojis, like 𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑜 𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒾(๑╹ω╹๑ )🎀✨

•Posts her probably photoshopped selfies with a lot of filters and effects, aesthetic food pics or cute vlogs; pfp is her photo

•Actually has a lot of subscribers (mostly of them are men), subscribed to Muu and Mahiru

Fuuta Kajiyama

•Twitter and discord user, maybe a Roblox fan. His nickname is something like @turbokajiyama666 etc, also he has ds nitro and had bought a lot of robux. Profile pic is a typical 2017 COOL FORTNITE BOY PFP🔥‼️

•Argues with users, sometimes posts his gameplays and speedruns. Or his arguing with others in multiplayer games

•His account was raided by Kotoko for multiple times💔💔

Muu Kusunoki

•Instagram, pinterest and whisper user. Username is also smthn aesthetic, like Yuno's. Pfp is her faceless photo showing her expensive ass outfit

•Posts coquettecore old money whispers, but sometimes they are unintentionally mean and toxic. Also she would drop her skincare routine and her closet?? Idk

•Is VEERY POPULAR

Shidou Kirisaki

•Facebook user. Username is his full name, like @KirisakiShidou05. Pfp is a photo of him with his family, later he changed it to a landscape pic (???)

•Posts health care info and family photos. Probably stopped posting and only subscribed to diff doctor channels?

•Not popular at all

Mahiru Shiina

•Insta/Facebook user, nickname is basic and cute? Like @mappichann. Matches pfps with her boyfriend

•Posts cute nature pics, photos of bf, her selfies and food. Pretty similar to Muu's account, but more comforting and cozy vibes??

•Not really popular, but it's alright for her, she never wanted to be popular. But somehow Kotoko found her account and later tried to cancel her because of "TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS!!"

Kazui Mukuhara

•Default facebook dad. Username is like Shidou's, just his name and random numbers, pfp is he sitting in the bar

•Posts photos with his wife and occasionaly dad jokes/minion fb memes

•Has a secret account, where he subscribed to lgbt blogs. Is afraid of someone finding out abt it (Yuno did this. He is genuinely confused, how the hell she found it)

Amane Momose

•Facebook/insta user. Pfp is her school photo?Username is smthn like @littlemissamane? I have no idea💔

•Account is religious-themed in a bit creepy way? But actually she is very nice online. Always writes stuff like "Amen" or "God bless you" under posts

•Small amount of followers. Probably most of them are old Catholic ladies; Kotoko suspected, that this is a cult and reported them

Mikoto Kayano

•Uses any socials possible, mostly for chatting with other ppl. Nickname is @userjohnnn, he doesn't remember writing this, but ignores it. Pfp is his blurry and funny selfie

•Posts nice vlogs, always talkative. But sometimes his posts getting aggressive and mean due to John; once John got into a massive argument with Kotoko

•Unstable amount of followers, cuz ppl always blocking him because of John-created posts

Kotoko Yuzuriha

•Also uses all socials. Pfp is a cool werewolf pic, username is @wolfofjustice or anything simular and edgy

•That one extremely aggressive and pushy anti-proshipper. Doxxes ANYONE and ANYTHING, including children. Is a Fuuta's and Mikoto (John's) arch nemesis, their accounts were very close to get banned bc of her reports

•Kinda popular. Follows Es and they scare everyone

!!BONUS!! Es

•Username is just @es448219825826, pfp is something judge-related. Uses twitter

•Posts rarely, most of the time anonymously stalks accounts to assume, are ppl guilty on not. Then he tweets threads abt discussing a verdict

•Shares a lot of followers with Kotoko

//THIS IS PROBABLY OOC AND DONT MAKES SENSE BUT ANYWAAAAYS

#milgram #headcanon #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #es milgram #this is awful idk

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A New Party Emerges

So, to pass the time I have been playing solo Old-School Essentials using a randomly generated sandbox generated via Hexroll and with a party of characters whose random stat rolls were outsourced to Tumblr.

To get up to speed on recent events.

Since my last attempt ended on a party wipe, I thus created a new party. This first post will simply be to introduce the new party.

Himbo Baggins Str 15 Int 6 Wis 9 Dex 13 Con 9 Cha 9 Halfling, Lawful 1 hp AC 6 Leather, crossbow + 20 bolts, silver dagger, sack (small), mirror (hand-sized, steel), backpack, tinder box, 1 torch, waterskin, 5 rations, 10 gp

Himbo is a simple little halfling from Heretoforeshire who got bored of the simple halfling life of vaping with his cousins Rippin "Fat Cotton" Took and Merry Randyfuck. He hopes to make a good fortune adventuring so that he may one day retire in a nice hole, but in the meantime he wants to meet new people, help them, and see the world!

Gorn Battleforge Str 16 Int 9 Wis 9 Dex 10 Con 15 Cha 11 Dwarf, Chaotic 2 hp AC 4 Chainmail + shield, spear, sling + 20 stones, sack (small), mirror (hand-sized, steel), backpack, tinder box, 6 torches, waterskin, 4 rations, 10 gp

Gorn is a dwarf, tentatively of the clan Battleforge but somewhat ostracized by the rest of his clan for his unorthodox ways and disrespect for tradition. Gorn wishes for nothing more than to gain money, glory, and power.

Lucy Str 9 Int 9 Wis 8 Dex 16 Con 12 Cha 10 Tiefling (alternate racial class found in Carcass Crawler #3), Neutral 5 hp AC 2 Black eyes, red skin, Fire resistance, cast mirror image once/day Chain mail + shield, silver dagger, sword, holy water, wolfsbane, backpack, tinder box, 1 torch, waterskin, 6 rations, 11 gp

Lucy (full name "Lucia") is a tiefling, a person with a touch of demonic influence. Despite her demonic origin, Lucy is actually a kind person, if a bit vain and mischievous. She is mostly in the life of adventure for the thrill of it.

Bernard Str 11 Int 8 Wis 14 Dex 13 Con 10 Cha 11 Cleric, Neutral 1 hp AC 1 Plate mail + shield, sling + 20 stones, mace, mirror (hand-sized, steel), holy water, backpack, tinder box, 6 torches, waterskin, 3 rations, 14 gp

Bernard is a priest of the church of Neutrality, wandering the world in search of adventure and preaching the value of moderation in all things and "it's impossible to say whether things are bad or good."

Jennifred Str 7 Int 10 Wis 11 Dex 7 Con 14 Cha 17 Magic-User, Neutral Detect magic 2 hp AC 9 Dagger, mirror (hand-sized, steel), pole (10' long, wooden), backpack, tinder box, 3 torches, waterskin, 4 rations, 6 gp

Jennifred is, by all accounts, a nice girl who just happens to be a magic-user. She's not particularly bright, she's clumsy, but she was still able to complete her apprenticeship through sheer positive attitude and lots of nights spent studying while burning the midnight oil.

Anyway, so that's our new party. Unfortunately, as it turns out, the free version of Hexroll doesn't save the state of solo sandboxes on its server, which I think is entirely fair because server storage isn't infinite and neither is maintaining such a service free. I am currently mulling through my options, including whether to become a supporter of Hexroll to be able to maintain continuity between my solo ventures, but for now this new party will have to go into an entirely new solo sandbox.

EDIT: In the meantime, if someone wishes to explore the previous sandbox, here it is!

#thysologirl

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bonbonchocolates · 9 months

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Tinder

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When your best friend creates an account on Tinder account for you....

Warnings: yandere Taehyung, stalking, obsessive behaviour, horror themes, major character death, minor character death, tae is kinda creepy here

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you did please leave a like.

Masterlist

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"You did what?"

"Chill Y/N, just calm down."

"How can you tell me to calm down when you made a profile on tinder for me without asking my permission."

Your best friend Rose sighed.

"This was the only way left. I set you up on numerous dates but you refused and even so many boys proposed to you and you rejected."

She exclaimed.

"Y/N you are 24 already and now you need to spice up your love life. I am your best friend and I care about you."

You let her words sink in your mind. She is right. When was the last time you were in a relationship? If you remember correctly it was almost six years ago. What was the boy's name? You couldn't even remember that because the relationship only lasted for a week. After that you had never been in a relationship. Though you went out on a few days but it didn't work out. All you want is a long term relationship but all the boys you went out on a date just wanted hookups.

"I get it"

You exclaimed, a smile appeared on her face.

"Y/N at least give it a try. I'm sure you may get a perfect match for you here."

"Ok I am re.."

You got interrupted by the sound of beeping of your phone. Rose quickly picked it up and checked the notification. A huge smile made its way on her face.

"Y/N you won't believe what happened?"

She started to jump in happiness. You were very curious to know what happened that made your bestie go crazy.

"Rose stop, now tell me what happened?"

She sat down on the couch beside me.

"Y/N they found a perfect match for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, wait let me check his profile."

You don't why she is so over excited for finding a boyfriend for you when she, herself has never been in a relationship.

"Ahhh...ohhh Y/N look"

She yelled your eardrum was almost about to blast. She then showed you a picture of a man, who was supposedly your match.

You don't want to say but he is so damn handsome.

"Y/N isn't he handsome?"

Rose said busy admiring his picture.

"He is but..not that much."

"Y/N are you blind? How can you say he is not that handsome? When he is the most good looking person I've ever seen in my life."

She again shouted. You are sure that one day she will make you deaf.

"You can't trust people online what if the picture is edited. Moreover my baby brother Jungkookie is more handsome."

"That rabbit.."

"Dare you say something about my brother."

You threatened her that got you both laughing. Then you heard the popping of notification on your phone. Rose checked it and her eyes widened seeing whatever she saw.

"Y/N look Mr. Handsome text you."

She handed you the phone and got up the couch.

"Bye Y/N I need to go my girlfriend must be waiting for me."

With that she hurriedly left your apartment and closed the door behind.

Wait girlfriend, that means she is-

Once again the sound of beeping of your phone grabbed your attention. You checked it and found another message from Mr. Handsome.

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VANTAE: Hello!

VANTAE: I'm Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.

You: I'm Y/N, Jeon Y/N.

VANTAE: I already know that.

You: But how?

VANTAE: From your profile, silly.

You: Oh yeah.

You: I'm so stupid.

VANTAE: No problem.

VANTAE: I was wondering if we could be friends and get to know each other?

You: Yeah offcourse, why not?

VANTAE: So we are friends from now on.

You: Yep

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Unknowingly a smile appeared on your face. You don't even know him and text him a few minutes ago but you don't know why are you feeling so comfortable with him. You got so happy when he asked you to be his friend instead of asking something weird.

There are few men like him in this world today but you are glad there are. If he is good to you throughout you are planning to meet him for real. And if he is not faking anything and is interested in you. You are ready to give this relationship a chance.

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Time Skip:

A month passed and you and Taehyung have been really good friends by now. You both shared all your interest with each other through text. You also got to know that he is a photographer and is currently twenty-six years old.

Only two years older than me.

He texts you early in the morning wishing you good morning. In the evening asking how your day went and in the night wishing you good night.

This small gestures made him really sweet in your eyes. You just hope he is not faking his personality because if you get to know he is you will be heartbroken. Your trust in good men still exists in the world would go away.

You told about everything to Rose and she is really happy for you. You even thanked her because due to her you met Taehyung.

Another important thing that happened in my life in this one month was Namjoon. Almost three weeks ago he joined our company and he is my colleague now. At first when you saw him he seemed cold and serious but as you got to know him you really liked him.

He was so good to be true. He was the second good thing that happened to you in this month. He was so kind and helping. He even would casually drop you your home. In this few weeks you two got really close. You are glad that both he and Taehyung came into your life.

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"Hi Y/N!"

You heard the beaming voice of Namjoon. You looked up and found Namjoon standing right in front of your with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Namjoon"

You said returning a smile to him. You heard the pop sound of the phone. You checked it and it was a message from Taehyung. You got busy replying him and completely forgot about Namjoon standing there.

"Whom are you texting?"

"Just a friend of mine."

You replied without looking at Namjoon being busy in your phone.

"Rose right?"

"No he is a friend I met online."

"Can I know his name?"

You don't know why Namjoon is inquiring so much about it.

"If you don't mind.... obviously."

"Why would I mind? His name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung."

As Taehyung's name left your mouth a sad expression took over Namjoon's face. This is the first time seeing him like this.

"What happened Joonie?"

"Actually I had a younger brother, his name was Taehyung too but he passed away almost two years ago in a road accident."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay I'm over it now. Anyway I should start my work otherwise our boss will fire me."

With that he left from there. You had no idea that Namjoon had a younger brother who passed away. He only mentioned about having a elder brother named Seokjin before.

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Time Skip:

Today Namjoon asked you out on a date and you agreed to it. Almost two months passed and now you have developed a small crush on Namjoon because he has been always good to you.

You told about this to Rose and she was happy for you. She told to do what your heart says and right now you want to give your and Namjoon's relationship a chance. You are so lucky to have such a supportive best friend.

About Taehyung it's the same, you both are very good friends. You always text each other but it seems like he is not interested in you and wants you to remain just friends. You have no problem with that because of have Namjoon now.

After you came back from work you got a message from Taehyung. You ignored it as you need to get ready for your date. You don't think he will mind. After getting ready you decided to reply Taehyung because Namjoon is still not here to pick you up.

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VANTAE: How was your day Y/N?

You: Mine was good. Wbu?

VANTAE: Mine was good too.

VANTAE:Can we chat now?

You: Tae I'm sorry but I can't chat with you today because I have to go out with a friend of mine. I hope you don't mind.

VANTAE: No worries. We can chat later.

You: Thanks for understanding.

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You didn't say him about the date because he doesn't need to know your personal life as you don't know about his personal life. Moreover he is still a friend you met online and it doesn't matter how good friends you both are you can't trust him totally.

It was almost half an hour but still there was no sign of Namjoon. Did he ditch you after asking you to go on a date with him? No, no, you should not think negative he must be here any moment. Your train of thought got interrupted by the pop sound on your phone. It was a message from Taehyung.

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VANTAE: Btw you look good in that black dress.

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You dropped your phone from your hand. How did he know that you are wearing a black dress. Is he a stalker or something? No maybe it's just a coincidence. You picked up your phone and text him back.

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You: How did you know that I'm wearing a black dress?

VANTAE: Babe you don't know how much I know about you?

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He was joking right? It got to be a joke. But why did he call you babe? He never called you that. This is the first time he is making you feel uncomfortable.

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VANTAE: What do you think you will go on a date and I'll have no idea?

You: How do you know?

VANTAE: Y/N I thought you love me.

VANTAE: How could you do that to me?

VANTAE: The girl I like is going on a date with my own elder brother. Dressing so sexily for him.You can only dress like that for me and no one else.

VANTAE: If anyone dares to lay their eyes on you I'll take their eyeballs out.

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What happened to Taehyung? From the past three months he never behaved this way. You thought him as a friend and he was stalking you. If he wasn't stalking you how did he know about your date and what are you wearing?

Date with his own brother- he is Namjoon's brother. But Namjoon told his brother passed away in an accident two years ago. Nothing was going into your head and you were terrified. The person you thought to be your friend turned out to be your stalker.

And if he knows what you are wearing that means he is watching you or maybe is somewhere very near to you. This made you more terrified than you already were. You quickly dialled Rose's number but to your bad luck there was no network.

"Trying to call that little friend of yours is useless, babe."

You heard a deep masculine voice from your appartment. You swear you are alone here so whose voice is it? You searched your surroundings and then your eyes landed on the balcony. You found a tall, masculine figure, dressed in all black standing there near the door.

Your phone fell from your hand and unknowingly you let out a scream

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung x reader

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streaminn · 1 year

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My brain is bored and my mind is thinking

Say, we all know that Wednesday is lowkey spoilt right? She always expected things to go her way, you can see it in the way she barges into Weems office or how lil care she has whenever she shoves orders at the sheriff's face

So imagine what happens when someone ghosts her

It'd strike her pride because well, Wednesday is the best and she knows this. There would be no reason for why someone wouldn't listen to her nor would there be a reason for someone to... Ignore her like this either

Now that we got that, lemme set the scene

They're adults, no supernatural, just a completely modern au

Enid is an accountant. It's boring, not at all what she expects from when she was younger but all she has to do is calculate money and it's monotonous enough that she can go through days absolutely no thoughts head empty

It's not the future she wants but it's the future she got

Yoko, her lovely coworker notices how not so firey her seatmate is and offers a new chat app because nothing is as fun as deciding to troll random people

Enid squints at the name. "are you seriously telling me to E date right now?"

"pshhhh, ofcourse not!" yoko says unconvincingly. "just get on and play around with some people, maybe talking to someone other than boss and me could liven you up :D"

Enid stares, wondering how tf did yoko do that before sighing and downloading the app. "if I get doxxed, you're helping me move to a new house."

Yoko waves a hand before twirling back to her cubicle. "thank me if you find a sugar daddy!"

Enid flushes. "you know I don't swing that way!"

Yoko laughs.

The blond grumbles before tapping at the recently downloaded app. It's literally like tinder and Enid knows that this is a dating app trying to hide as something else

So in payback, Enid starting basing her profile of yoko. She wasn't petty enough to snap a Pic of her best friend so she went to Google and kind of try harded in making her profile look like an emo girl's aesthetic board

Huh, maybe yoko has a point, this is pretty fun

Oh for the days where Enid could make things, maybe she should pick up crocheting again. Tempting, she'll do that when she gets home

As soon as she was done, Enid began randomly swiping right with absolutely no care at all.

Enid still places her name as enid because.. Why not. By the time she finished her bio, she got too lazy to create a new name so actual name it is!

It takes a bit because apparently no one in this app likes edgy girls who enjoy dark walks, cadaver dogs and wine so dark red it looks like blood. Enid only liked one thing in that list and she wonders how did she become friends with someone with such concerning interests.

Honestly, now that Enid is think about it, her profile kind of sounds like a serial killer's. If they were dumb and was way too open about their interest, so it was no wonder no one was swiping on her

But as she was about to put the phone down and have some faith in people's taste in women, a match was made

Okay, concerning

Time to have some fun.

Immediately, Enid knew this must be some satire account because really? Wednesday A? Very interesting because she too didn't have pictures of herself, instead it was pretty good shots of a Gothic looking house, a lion?? A graveyard and a typewriter

Clearly they were trying to be all Dracula up in this place.

In the bio, it simply said

> author

Enid nods, she can respect sticking to the bit. She lowkey expected a historian but vampires being authors felt fitting aswell

Well, no time like the present! Why not do some classic rp for the shits and giggles

So they start talking

Wednesday types like she doesn't know how to use simply words and well, Enid would've loved to reciprocate because damn the amount of immersion is impressive but after the fifth typo, Enid gave up

And oh, she's a woman

Enid kind of expected a dude to be trolling but when she went "hello good sir, what are you doing this fine day?"

She kind of chokes on her water when Wednesday replies with a "Its ma'am and the day is going quite horridly, the weather where I am at has the temper and I can not wait to experience it first hand."

Who in the nine hells says horridly??

But hey, Wednesday is rping a vampire, Enid can't be all pissy when she's good at it

So they text and they text for days. Maybe it's been a month and Wednesday is just as weird as always, no breaking of character at all and Enid can respect the dedication. Call it escapism but enid has fun acting like she totally would not grimace at the sight of a dead body when Wednesday talked in detail about her novel. From what she's sees, Wednesday sounds like she probably didn't have much friends due to her interests and Enid gets that, so there's no harm in indulging

Until one day, she gets invited out to hang with yoko for the weekend and since she was in such a hurry, she kind of left her phone in her house

Wednesday, old money and living in seclusion, Addams isn't taking that so well. Finally after decades, someone takes her being wholly herself and doesn't seem disgusted. Normally she didn't care, she joined this app simply because her parents insisted for some sort of social interaction outside of family

But enid was different, she didn't try to change the subject, instead she oohs and aaahs at any info Wednesday gives. It's.. Intoxicating when Enid points out how smart she must be to know these type of things. Actually! She wondered more about her family history and didn't sound at all surprised when Wednesday mentions their odd background.

"it's fitting," Enid types. "that you would come from such a strong family, I'm sure they're proud to have someone like you."

It makes a part of Wednesday soar so mayhaps she was going through something when Enid doesn't reply one day.

It goes like this

- Enid - Enid answer me, I know you never go about without your phone - Enid did someone kidnap you? I've gone through channels and none of them match your description - Have I done something wrong? Perhaps a slight that I did not know was a thing? -

"pugsley," Wednesday says, pushing open be door to his room. Her hand is tight on her phone before she slides it over with a tense jaw. "I need you to do find the location of this woman."

Pugsley peers at the screen, raising a brow at the rather nondescript pfp. In bold letters is the username: Enid

the brother agrees and just like that, Enid fate was sealed. The blond was absolutely unaware of what she just got herself into, far too busy spending time with yoko

#Au Thoughts #Wenclair #Or I wanted to type in more dark Wednesday #Wednesday addams #Enid Sinclair

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Are We Dating the Same Guy? Tobias Edition

There are Facebook groups called "Are We Dating the Same Guy?". They exist to "expose" cheaters and guys who are just creeps in general. Women will post a photo/profile and ask if anyone has any tea or red flag alerts. The other day I was scrolling through a local one and saw a friend of mine. Talk about a WHOA moment. A few days later, the "AWDSG? Boston" group was recommended to me, and my mind automatically went to... what if Tobias and/or Ethan were on this? I ran the idea past @lucy-268 and @genevievemd and asked if I should do it for Ethan or Tobias. Their answer was, "Both is good." So, in honor of them, I'm doing both. Here is Tobias's version.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,428 plus edit

Summary: Casey & Tobias are both on parental leave following the birth of their first daughter. When Tobias steps out for an errand, Sienna notifies Casey that she found Tobias on "Are We Dating the Same Guy? Boston/Cambridge", and apparently, he has a Tinder account. Here's what happens when Tobias returns.

A/N: The story precedes the FB post of Tobias on the "AWDSG?" page. *** Participating in @choiceschallenge-may2023 | ex-crush/lover, bedroom, love. *** @creativepromptsforwriting - Cute Interactions - 23. putting their chin of the other's shoulder

Ethan Edition found here.

Parental leave was a good thing. That’s what Tobias was thinking as he rushed up the stairs to his daughter’s nursery. He was only gone for an hour, rushing out when they realized how low they were on diapers, but that was 60 minutes too long away from his wife and new baby as far as he was concerned. He couldn’t imagine being away from them longer than that.

Casey promptly shushed him when he stuck his head in the door. She had been trying to get little Samantha down for a nap since he left, and she had finally succeeded. Tobias tiptoed over and rested his head on his wife’s shoulder, they both lovingly gazed at their precious little creation fast asleep in her crib.

“You’re a natural,” he whispered into her ear.

“If I was a natural, this wouldn’t have taken a full hour,” Casey whispered back, motioning toward the door.

With the baby monitor in hand, the couple headed to their bedroom across the hall and collapsed into bed together. Their mothers had offered them sage advice… when the baby sleeps, you sleep. That’s how you survive the first few months. For the most part, they listened, but unbeknownst to Tobias, this wouldn’t be one of those times.

“I missed you,” he sleepily muttered. “I hate being away from my girls.”

“Mmmh,” Casey yawned. “Do you now?”

“Yep, I do.”

He expected her to snuggle closer like she normally did, but Casey sluggishly sat up and twisted in her husband’s direction. A smirk was on her lips, but he was too exhausted to determine if it was a playful or one of annoyance.

“You sure about that?” She yawned again. “I mean… I suppose you’ll need some time away from us if you’re going to meet up with the women you find on Tinder.”

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and motioned for her to return to his side. “Yeah, sure, hon. That’s what I need.”

But Casey didn’t return. She took out her phone, opened an app, and flung it in his direction.

“Really, smartass? Then explain this?”

Tobias’s eyes popped open. It was the Tinder profile he had created nearly three years earlier in retaliation for Casey creating one of her own after they split.

“Case!” He exclaimed, suddenly wide awake. “This isn’t new, OK? This is the profile I created back when… I thought… I thought I had taken this down! You don’t seriously believe I’m on Tinder, do you?”

Casey bit her lower lip in an attempt to prevent her laughter. Was that actually sweat forming on his brow?

“I don’t know, Tobias? You tell me! Because apparently, you also have a little fan club on the Are We Dating the Same Guy’s Facebook page.”

“I’m sorry… on what?”

Casey defiantly folded her arms before her chest, pouting for effect. “Don’t act all innocent! Like you’ve never heard of it.”

“Casey!” He said far too loudly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. And, oh my God, do you seriously think I’m out there looking for a side piece? Is that really what you think of me?”

“Sshhh!!!” She said, placing her hand over his mouth as her smile spread. It was going too far now; besides, she would not have him waking Sammy up. “Of course not!” She insisted, pushing him back against the pillows and laying on top of him. “You’re a smart man, and you know damn well you’d never find better than me.”

“Damn straight! But where the hell is this coming from? Are you trying to give me a heart attack so you and your younger lover can run off with my money?”

“YES! That’s it! You’re on to me!” she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her laughter. Still bewildered, Tobias turned her chin toward him in search of an explanation.

“Your Tinder profile is still up,” she said. “Buts so is mine, apparently. It looks like neither of us idiots took it down.”

“Yeah, well, this was right around the time of the attack. My focus was on you, and I didn’t give a shit about Tinder or much else back then.”

“Same with me. And since I had notifications turned off, I never even thought to take it down.”

Tobias took out his phone and opened his old Tinder account. He pulled up Casey’s profile and let out a long, slow whistle. “Look at her… you know, I’d love a piece of that.”

“Well, according to Dr. Garcia, you’ll have to wait another four or five weeks,” she smiled. “But we probably should take them both down.”

“Yeah, given that we’re married with a new baby… it’s a bad aesthetic,” he smirked.

Casey’s finger slid over her phone, about to click deactivate, when Tobias grabbed her hand.

“Wait!” He teased. “Before you do that, are you sure you don’t want to, you know, add a third here?”

She pulled his phone from his hand and pressed deactivate on both devices simultaneously. “You’re such an ass!”

“You love my ass!” He grinned, pulling her into a kiss.

“Always.”

“But wait, what was the other thing you mentioned… something about a fan club?”

“Oh, that’s how this all came to be! Sienna belongs to a Facebook group called ‘Are We Dating the Same Guy?’ Women in the Boston area go on it and post pictures if they think they’re dating a two-timer, or they’ll post a guy they want to meet on a dating app to ask if anyone has any info on them.”

“OK… and?”

“And,” she handed him her phone, “You’re on it!”

“I’m what?”

“Relax,” Casey laughed, “It dates back to 2019, so I don’t have to start divorce proceedings or anything. But someone was about to swipe right on Tinder, and they thought they’d consult the page first. Looks like a bevy of your conquests had a thing or two to say about you….”

The color drained from Tobias’s face.

“Lisa… Amanda… Celia… though she had nothing good to say. Even Audrey had something to add.”

“Audrey?! She knew about this and didn’t tell me!”

“Don’t worry. It looks like she had your back, babe. Though… I was right all along… she did want my title all along. At least she sees reason now!”

Tobias only half heard her, too busy reading all the comments. “What is Celia talking about? I never once led her on!”

“Mmm hmm, and Audrey backs that story. But Amanda and Lisa give you rave reviews, dear. Who knew you were Yelp! Certified 5 stars… and I do mean Yelp!” She giggled.

“I mean, it makes sense,” he boasted. “But you see here… it took you to get me off the market. You’re something special, Mrs. Carrick.”

“You better believe it, Mr. Carrick,” she grinned.

“What are you typing there?” he asked.

“I’m just adding my review,” Casey deadpanned.

“Casey, are you….”

“Relax! I’m just posting an off-the-market notice. You are all mine, buster! Well, mine and Sammy’s.”

“Damn right! And thank God you know that! This could have gone down a very ugly path, even though I didn’t know this existed.”

“I know,” Casey smiled, gently caressing his cheek. “But I know you, baby… and I trust you.”

“That means more to me than you’ll ever know. Now, how do we get this shit taken down?”

A notification popped up on Casey’s phone, “Looks like you’re in luck. The admin just read my comment and asked if she should remove it.”

“YES!” Tobias said, typing furiously. “Hey, do you mind if I thank the women for their… reviews… first?”

Casey shot him a look with a raised brow. “Just keep it brief… we probably only have an hour before Sammy is up again.”

“And what do you want to do with that hour?” He winked.

“In four or five weeks, I’ll have a different answer, but right now…”

“Please say sleep in my arms, please say sleep in my arms, please say sleep in my arms….”

“I was going to say sleep in your arms,” she laughed.

“Yes,” he cheered, pulling her beside him; he held her close and placed a kiss atop her head. “You see, you’re just perfect for me.”

He was waiting for a reply… smart alec or sweet… he knew one would follow, but it never did.

“Case? Casey?”

But her only reply was a soft, barely there snore.

“That’s OK, baby,” he chuckled, pulling the blanket over them. “You have the right idea!”

Personally - I agreed with Morgan. lol

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munamania · 9 months

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great glad i could be part of the problem for once. let’s wrap it up gang. in all reality i refuse to do a full rant and waste my time on such a stupid fucking issue but like i am tired. is anyone else tired. i and the people you’re pretty directly talking to (online lesbians, unless i’m really misunderstanding the target audience here, but regardless now i am just gonna rant abt the current online culture lmfao) never said u should be ashamed. i’m sure there are assholes u run into that try to gatekeep pride (maybe? lmfao but seems less and less likely given the majority of the community is bi) but can we talk abt how online bisexuals have created this idea that gay people (and again it’s usually lesbians that bear the brunt of these accusations) are like oppressing them when they engage with their hetero attraction (don’t start with me. i am not saying what some people are dying to say i am and it’s a stupid pedantic argument) when that simply isn’t the case. yeah your dyke friends might be honest with you if your boyfriend is acting like an asshole but that doesn’t mean we think your attraction to men is like aw no invalid yucky gross. and if a young lesbian is saying that stuff like i’m sorry but it’s probably on account of she’s like 15 and trying to work past years of comphet and that’s not about you. and more often than not. as in roughly 100% of the time. it’s bi girls that have gone Ohhhh ew ugh sorry i wish i was just attracted to women women r so hot omg i want them to step on me etc. and i’m just like. Girl ok… now keep swiping on ur entirely guy filled tinder like whatever… and i swear it’s just the presence of a lesbian that brings that on like i can swear i try to be a good sport when y’all r going on about dating men im not incapable of like doing that. now on here yeah im a hater bitch bc it’s my little safe space and i don’t feel like talking about men most of the time. but genuinely. GENUINELY. i am shaking you by the fucking shoulders rn. do you think this is the most important issue re gender that we’re facing rn? i don’t think we’ll ever move forward with progressing trans rights and just like feminism 101 womens rights if you people insist we constantly talk about your feelings about your attraction. go to therapy and get a fucking grip

#abby talks

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glamsmine · 10 months

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[unnamed/prompt| MHA/BNHA]

{Mitsuki convinces Inko to finally try out online dating and gets her on Tinder💀}

Mitsuki decides that Inko has been single for far too long after her husband passed and wants to help her find her next soulmate, however Mitsuki was very daring and that on its own was what got Inko in these situations in the first place. Inko reluctantly let her friend create an account for her after taking a photoshoot of her trying on Masaru’s new clothing line that he was working on. (Which Mitsuki happily tagged and sponsored in her bio) If she had to hand over her designer clothing and accessories to make it happen, then she would not hesitate to just give her a set of bags and clothes, she had plenty to spare and was well aware Inko could pull off any look.

It wasn’t until Mitsuki started swiping like crazy at every attractive and or rich man that popped up, Inko had nearly passed out and given the fact that Mitsuki had purchased the premium version for her, she was going at it for but half an hour before Inko finally managed to regain control and beg her to stop from the embarrassment she felt.

Fuyumi really thought of it as a joke first but it all changed when she got a taste of the romantic drama she had put her father in. Endeavor, or in this case Enji, was pulled into an online dating app that Natsuo had suggested to Fuyumi at first and she relayed it to their father. He frankly didn’t care or expect anything to come out of it since he didn’t view himself as “dateable” to begin with, so he was confident nothing would happen. However, he forgot to factor in that Fuyumi is the hopeless romantic type and would become dead set on seeing the task through, even if she had to force him to go on at least one date.

Bubblegirl only got it to pass her time and see just how many people Sir Nighteye could pull, had he been interested in dating. He refused at first, but let her manage and make him an account since he could care less about whether or not he would end up having a one night stand or going on a small date he would make sure to have no interest in and let it end before a relationship could take off. Things like these weren’t what concerned him and he was far too busy in the hero world to even consider it as an option.

Tsukauchi was getting real tired of All Might being stressed over the crimes happening recently and just wants him to enjoy his retired life, but he honestly had no clue why he thought he knew what he was doing. Getting Toshinori to relax was one thing, but DATING??!? He didn’t even think he had any experience in that field since he had dedicated his life to being a hero and saving others. So when he finally manages to get him “out there” and on a dating platform, he utterly regrets creating the profile, sure, there were some good people on there, but with having the premium version and seeing all the people that had swiped on him only for quick hookups was draining and honestly disappointing(not to mention that some of them weren’t a good fit with his personality and others seemed sketchy). So when he finally managed to snag him a date with an adorable woman (Inko) he was about to go insane with his attempts at getting Toshinori to show up and give him confidence he never before needed in his life, Toshi was beyond embarrassed, way too shy, and inexperienced to have a grasp on what a relationship consisted of, his refusal to go through with the simple date had Tsukauchi sleepless for an entire week before Toshi finally gave in and agreed to the meeting (he could thank Grand Torino scolding him for that later).

Hawks had the app because he was really only in it for the hookups, but when an older woman catches his eye his mind is sent into overdrive. Admittedly he had a thing for older women, the hookups were just something he kept as an option because he never had the time to actually have a stable relationship. He found his heart skipping a beat and his hand had moved before he could process his actions and he was now matched with a cute lady five cities over. {Inko} He was pretty tame around older women(he acts like a dude-bro around women his age or younger)and she was no exception, he probably looked like a lovestruck teen right about now. His tastes were really only known by Jeanist, who had shared a similar preference(👀) , and had ruthlessly made his secret a topic of conversation when there was no one else around. Jeanist is really forward with how he speaks so he really just points out Hawks’ flaws that women would find unappealing and he should consider working on, other than that he has also /slightly/ teased him for it. All in good intention, but Hawks dreaded when he brought it up during a mission or casually after a meeting.

There really was no reason for Aizawa being on the app in the first place, he hated dealing with people in general, so a relationship was out of the question. It was Midnight who was bored out of her mind from the lack of juicy stories she gets to hear in the office at school. Sure, Mic was not the type to shy away from risky topics that satisfied Midnights dose of curiosity and drama, and Snipe had an interesting enough life to share crazy stories at work. It was the lack of hearing about romantic failures and adventures that really did her in. She wasn’t the romantic type and it wasn’t her intention to pry into their lives, but it was okay to bother Aizawa to this level at least once a year and now was the chance she wanted to use. Nevermind the details, there were so many locals that admitted to wanting to get down with the underground hero and an endless supply of options to actually pair him up with a decent date. Forget about the part where he has to consciously know about himself being put on such a public platform and potentially having to go on a date without his knowledge of it not being a casual outing he usually goes on. He should’ve known something was off when Midnight and Mic kindly suggested he join them in dinner at a nice restaurant, promptly ditching him to “go to the bathroom” at the time before someone sits down at his table and introduces themself.

I wrote this YEARS AGO and decided to post it, it was kept in my drafts and is probably the goofiest idea I ever wrote but it would be hilarious if somebody managed to take this idea and make an actual fic with it. I was going to but never did and I no longer feel like writing it anymore lmao. The main was going to be Nighteye, I considered having Aizawa be in the final considerations too but the fact that he’s Izuku’s teacher complicates things and makes it weird😂. Everyone else was just random options that amped up the goofiness.

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mosquitinho · 2 months

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having straight friends is so crazy like she tells me shes thinking of having a baby with her bf and meanwhile im thinking of creating a new tinder account for my gf .

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ms-nesbit · 2 years

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more jason todd headcanons (i hate him so much)

reinstated karaoke night after gar introduced it to him in san francisco

he drinks mocktails (after dick tested it for alcohol first, obvs)

but prefers tea. less messy and doesnt leave a permanent stain in his favorite books

has a literary themed tattoo on his hip

IT'S MATILDA

teams up w steph to prank damian

"an enemy of an enemy is a friend" he says

"but hes still fucking stupid and should know i could smoke him anytime" he finished

420 friendly

so much so that dick gets hotboxed when he intrudes todd's hideaway

contemplated creating an onlyfans but for satisfying fights

like for 100 dollars, he'd beat up ur neighborhood bully

again, women and nb folks>men

created a shakespearean inspired crime scene that was only deciphered by duke

loves the 1990s romeo and juliet unironically

"it does more at balancing the woes of vendettas and blood-related irony with its intended humor than most plays do. it's fucking ridiculous how people took his [shakespeare] work so seriously when, nine times out of ten, it was mostly a comedy meant to be enjoyed by the commoners."

wholeheartedly recites the entire first opening scene of act I of macbeth. and amazes dick every time

babs created a tinder account for him

he did not find it amusing until a tall woman with a thigh holster and sleeve of tattoos greeted alfred at the wayne manor door (she was an undercover cop)

plays webkinz mobile

seduced his enemy's ex and slept w him. 10/10 would do again

#jason todd #jason todd headcanon #jason peter todd #ughhhh #mine #my post #dc #dcu #red hood #robin

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armpirate · 2 years

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 18

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

—I'm so excited you finally let me know about your dates —Tammy sings excitedly.

If only she knew this is actually the first date I'll have in twenty six years, and that's the only reason why she didn't know of the previous ones -also the fact that I got to learn we were friends, and not only coworkers, the moment Soo invited me to the cabin in Seneca.

—I also wanted to make up for what happened the other day —I turn to her while the shop assistant starts packing our things.

—Y/n, it's fine —she rubs my arm—. We all have bad days.

Before I'm able to apologize, the blonde girl that's dealing with our clothes interrupts me to hand us the two bags.

—I know, but still... —I continue, walking with her to the exit.

—How long have we been working together? —she asks all of a sudden— Two years? Maybe? —I nod unsure— You've never come late, you've always had my back when I was having an off day, and every single time I was off, you carried all the work. It's your first time having a bad day, it's okay —she reassures—. Remember when I broke up with my ex and you were taking the orders, serving the drinks and also comforting me? Yeah, what I did the other day was nothing.

She wraps her arm around my shoulders and holds me close, rubbing my upper arm before letting go of me again.

—That's what friends are for anyway —she brings me a bright smile—. But don't get too used to doing that, huh? If you're off, I'll be the one who will have to be in charge of the bar and deal with drunk assholes, and I'm not mentally ready for such a thing.

I giggle and nod. Talking about it did really help a lot, at least it made me feel better about the way I treated her.

—On a more serious note, how did you meet this guy?

Honest answer would be that Jungkook came up with the idea of me creating a Tinder account, so I could approach men in an environment where I could feel more comfortable -since reaching to them in person, out of nowhere, I started the panic mode I have as a self defense. And this guy I'm going on a date with was one of the few that I matched with, and the only one that was able to keep a conversation going.

His physique wasn't as mind-blowing as Jungkook's, which was a good sign. At least I don't think I'll be intimidated in that sense.

—We met through Tinder —I shrug—. There isn't much to it.

—I'm so excited for you —she claps fast—. If I'm honest, I'm not a big fan of Tinder if you're looking for something long-term. I don't know. This boy could be an exception...

—I'm not looking for something long-term —I finish her rambling.

Given this was Jungkook's idea, and part of the same deal where I'm not allowed to have more than one date with the same guy, the possible fact that my date isn't looking for something long-term isn't an issue.

And just like that, the rest of the morning goes by. Tammy and I hang out until it's lunchtime, and we end up grabbing something to eat together. I can't believe it took me so long to get to know her better and hang out with her out of work (with the exception of the few times we've all met as a group).

While I'm drawing, sitting on the floor, and finding support on the coffee table, my phone shakes on the couch. At this point, I do wonder why I have a couch at all. I spend more time sitting on the ground than lying on my sofa.

Frustrated by the way the spider in my sketchbook looks, I throw the pencil over the table and turn my body to get my phone, just to find a chat notification from Tinder.

"I can't wait for tomorrow" shows up when I drag down the notification, along with his profile pic, where he's posing with his golden retriever. Is it too bad his dog got my attention more than him? I start to think I only slid right because of that beautiful fluff.

"Neither can I" I answer, but it's not true. I could wait for it. I could wait for it for weeks even. Actually, I could go fine without it happening. But then I remember this is all part of me leaving my comfort zone -this time for real-, and just get more comfortable interacting with other men. Which should I be used to by now? Considering Jungkook is a man, and I've spent more time with him in the last few weeks than anyone else I've ever known in my life -except for Tammy, but she doesn't really count because I've only spent so much time with her because of work.

Am I ready for this though? Will I enjoy it? Or am I only setting myself for a bad time?

And this is when I'm sure I need to take some fresh air and ease my mind. There has been just too much going on. It's totally normal I'm feeling the way I do right now.

I put the bomber on and decide to take a short walk. I don't care where I end up going, honestly.

Twenty minutes later, after being able to forget about everything going on in my life, I realize life might not want to see me at ease. Never. The moment I lift my gaze from my own feet stepping on the pavement, I see him getting off his motorbike once it's placed next to my entrance door.

—I see what you meant with not wanting to let girls know where you live so they don't bother you —I joke as I start getting closer to him—. Jungkook, you spend more time here than in your own house.

But the joke's over the second I pull from his hood, taking it off. A bright pink hair welcomes me, and not only it shocks me, but also makes me hope it's a wig.

—What the fuck did you do to your hair?

He covers his head under the hood fast before he turns to me with an annoyed look. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, while his nose scrunches every few seconds. And it's all laughs and jokes until I see his lip ring is missing and his lip is split with blood in the middle.

—What the...

—Will you keep screaming "what the fuck" or can we go up to your house?

I'd roll my eyes and tell him to fuck off, but I'm more concerned than pissed off. And that's exactly why we both go up to my place without saying a word, at least it's like that until we cross the door.

The second I switch the lights on, and he finally takes his hood off, I'm almost blinded by how bright his hair looks right now.

—You look like a furby —I'm unable to keep it to myself.

He fakes a smile, but the second the light hits his face directly, I can see clearer some bruises on his right cheek, too close to his eye.

—What happened to your face?

—This is nothing —he points to his face—. I thought I'd be able to knock one dude out at the first round during my boxing practice, but he was tough as fuck. I knocked him out, but he made sure to slit my face open before —he finally turns to me—. So, the reason why I'm here...

—It'd be great to know.

—Do you have hair dye?

I'm shocked by his sudden question, and for one short second I think he could be joking. But the way he's looking at me with wide open eyes, waiting for my answer tells me he is far from joking.

—Do you think this is a fucking salon?

But he doesn't reply back, he simply pouts his lips slightly and keeps looking at me, hoping for an answer.

—I think I might have something —I scratch my nape—. But you better tell me how you came up with the idea of doing —I look at his hair— that.

Looking through all the cabins in my bathroom -which aren't many-, I finally find one bottle of purple hair color I bought months ago, when I still thought it'd be a good idea to get some purple highlights like some some people did on Instagram, but soon after buying it I regretted it.

I pop my head out the door, finding Jungkook looking around. The second I call him, he rushes to get to where I am with a hopeful look in his eyes.

—It's a dark purple —I warn him—. It's closer to black than whatever you tried to do on your head.

—It was going to be a pink... reddish... —he starts explaining—. You don't have a different color?

—Sure. I have green, orange, blond... All colors just for you. Which one do you want?

—Sure that purple color will work? —he asks, the second he's aware of my sarcasm and how pissed off I'm starting to get.

—It's either this or you better rock the Peppa Pig look the best way you can.

I set everything to work on his hair. Huh, funny. Because I could easily give him the bottle and let him work on it by himself. But I insist on him staying and letting me do the work, and it's not like he was thinking of leaving either. The way he hides a squared smile the second I start setting the whole place for him is telling.

—Have I ever told you how good your fingers feel on my hair? —he asks with a soft voice, still with his eyes closed— Ouch —his voice cracks the second I pull from one of his locks.

—Why did you tint it? —I ask, looking at him through the mirror.

And god, even with his face totally bruised, he looks too fucking good to be real. His eyes open suddenly and meet mine, instantly causing a smile to form on his face.

—I wanted to try something new —as soon as he pouts his lips, I know he'll start complaining—. The box said it was a dark red, but it wasn't true. I washed my hair four times. Four —he emphasizes on the number—. And it just kept getting worse.

—Why didn't you go to a store and buy a hair dye?

He closes his mouth, and his eyes shake to every single reflection in the mirror except on mine. With both of my covered hands resting on his shoulders over the towel, I get his attention back to me.

—I was bored at home. It was late —I nod while he keeps explaining himself—. And I thought it'd go away after washing it.

—There's a 7Eleven right at the corner of where you live, Jungkook. You could've bought a bottle of black dye —I lower my body, so my lips almost touch his earlobe—. Was this an excuse to see me?

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air while trying to deny what I've just said. And it'd have worked if he had been able to answer.

—Calm down, big boy. I was just kidding.

While I'm away to get my phone -after managing to take one of the two gloves off-, I hear him saying "It's not right at the corner, but three blocks away". It's still closer than my house, but whatever he says.

I approach him sneakily, raising my hand with the camera of my phone just to catch him off guard the second I scream "Say cheese".

—You have my drunk video, and I have a pic of you looking cute while getting your hair done. We're okay now.

But he doesn't really mind it. He just shrugs it off, or at least pretends he doesn't care about me having that picture of him.

And I get to know he was just pretending when the moment of rinsing his hair comes, and he keeps pinching my sides. I even threaten to smack his face with the shower head, but that only seems to encourage him to keep pinching my sides until he finds a ticklish spot that makes me lose my balance, with me falling on his lap and the shower head actually smacking his head in consequence.

—Oh my god, I'm sorry.

—You did that on purpose —a whimper comes out of his mouth, as he raises his hand to rub the spot I hit.

I tilt my head and twirl my tongue, before I try to get up and finish my work, but he holds my hips and keeps me right where I was. There's no point on arguing with him, because he'll be a pain in the ass until he gets his way.

For the first time since I met him, he makes me feel genuinely shy. Not when he had me cumming on his lap or when I first got naked in front of him. But now. Now that he's eyes are fixed on me while I rinse his hair carefully, taking his locks in between my fingers while his gaze seems to be following the tiniest move my pupils do.

But all that tension, all that it could've happened, it's ruined by a simple question:

—How are you feeling about tomorrow?

And that question brings me back to reality.

—Fine —I close the tap—. Nervous.

—It's your first date. It's normal —Jungkook taps my thigh, trying to comfort me—. Although if you still feel like you aren't ready, you are on time to cancel it. Even if the dude gets mad, it's not like you are going to see him again.

—I want to try it, at least —I move my eyes away from his—. Like you said, I need to get out of my shell. The more I go on dates, the faster I'll get used to them. At least, I hope so —I murmur—. Any advice for tomorrow?

—Just be yourself —he pinches my chin—. Start getting used to it. Remember what I told you about letting him think he has the lead, and let it all flow. Just act as if you were talking to me.

And that thought it's so difficult to make up. Because no one has ever pissed me off the way he does, but no one has ever made me feel so... good at the same time.

I nod, forcing a smile as I start moving away from his lap. He stops me from clearing the sink of everything I used to dye his hair.

—I'll do it.

When I see his reflection, he's wiping his hair with the towel I prepared next to my shower. And to be honest, yes, It's better that he does it. Because I don't think I'm able to think straight when he's so close right now, looking like that. Although he's wearing his usual baggy clothes.

What's wrong with me? And my body? And my brain? And why all of sudden I seem unable to think like a normal human being? If I could, I'd slap myself right now.

—I'll get going —he says, leaving my room—. Thanks for helping me out.

I want to tell him he can spend the night here, but I stop myself when I remember how many times he must've heard that same thing and how many times he must've rejected them. I simply smile and nod, not moving an inch.

—I'll send you a text when I get home.

—Sure —I let my head rest on my palm—. Put ice on your face.

One of his hands wrap around my neck without a previous warning, pulling me back softly so he can kiss my forehead.

—Good luck tomorrow. I'm sure you'll do great —he starts walking to the door—, but don't do too well, cocktease.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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