#I had both questionable and amazing taste in music at that age

[psychoticwillgraham]

just a small snapshot of my old teen playlist

[nyrasbloodyclover]

ghost stories (tate langdon x reader)

a/n: FIRST OCTOBER FIC LET'S GOOO

It was the beginning of October when my family decided to move into our new house. I was already in love with it, even though my mom said it made her feel depressed by just looking at it.

It was much bigger than our previous home, so the exploring part made me excited. We dropped our bags and I immediately went to see each room.

It was getting pretty dark but I didn't bother turning on the lights. The air smelled of rain as I entered one of the rooms. It looked like it belonged to a boy, probably around my age. There were a lot of records of many different artists, some books and even an empty hamster cage.

"What are you doing in my room?" I turned and almost screamed when a boy appeared behind me. He looked young, with blond curls and pretty brown eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I finally asked when I gathered myself.

"This is my room." He was still not answering my question.

"We just moved in, and I don't know what are you talking about or how you even managed to get in without us noticing but if you plan on staying, I suggest you explain that to me."

And he did explain. But how was I supposed to believe him that he was a ghost who died in this house and is trapped in here forever?

"Prove it." I crossed my arms.

"Fine," he almost rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared. Like literally. From thin air.

"What the fu—" But then he appeared. I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh. "Oh my god, that's so fucking cool."

"You think so? I'm Tate, by the way." He looked genuinely happy to introduce himself to me.

And so I became friends with one of the ghosts that lived in our house. We talked most of the time, he made fun of my music taste and made me listen to Nirvana (which I surprisingly liked). I read to him sometimes and he listened. He was an amazing listener.

But my parents didn't know about him and I meant to keep it that way.

He was okay with that and it was pretty easy to hide him. I mean whenever we were in my room and someone tried to come in, Tate just had to disappear.

The more we hung out, the closer we became. Sitting beside each other on my bed turned into him laying between my legs while I did my homework and he listened to his music. But we never tried to point that out. At least I haven't.

I pretended not to notice him drawing circles on my skin or playing with my hair, his hands wandering carefully, trying not to be too obvious. That made me feel...something. Something towards him. I hated it because we had such great friendship and admitting my feelings would just ruin it.

Until one night I was pissed about my school and I was just rambling to him, saying the worst stuff I could about everything and I had a feeling that he was trying not to laugh at me, but I didn't care.

He called me to join him on my bed and take a break from studying because it was getting late. For the first time, I listened to him.

And at some point, both of us fell asleep. I was exhausted and my body was screaming thank you when I finally closed my eyes.

But in the middle of the night, I woke up in panic because I never planned to fall asleep. I didn't even finish all my work!

In all my distress, I woke up Tate and he looked at me with his adorable sleepy eyes while I ran around the room and gathered all my books. He realized what I was doing and immediately stood up with intention to drag me back to bed.

"No, Tate, I have to finish this!"

"Relax. You need sleep. It's three in the morning."

"Yes, but how will I sleep when I know I left half of my assignments unfinished?"

He smiled innocently at me while I looked at him, not understanding his sudden mood change.

"I can help you fall asleep. If you want to." I looked at him, then at my books.

I was still confused. "I do, but...You have sleeping pills or something?"

At that he grinned at the floor and my chest fluttered.

"Let's just get to bed. I'll show you, but you have to relax." I couldn't hear a thing in that moment, not even the rain, not the pounding in my chest. I wasn't oblivious anymore. I knew what he meant and I still let him do whatever he pleased.

In seconds I was on bed with Tate slowly climbing on top of me. My face was burning and I couldn't see straight, but I didn't move.

He slowly put his hand on my pants, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband. "May I?"

I just nodded, not being able to form a proper sentence, but it was enough for him to take both, my pants and my underwear down.

His dark eyes were literally glowing while his mouth watered at the sight of me. Tate spread my legs and lowered himself enough to reach my aching cunt.

He looked up, smiling innocently before he went to work. His tongue licked me, up and down and I immediately grabbed his blond locks for support. He repeated the movement and it made me want to let out ungodly sounds, but I remembered we weren't alone and my parents were probably sleeping. If they found us like this, with Tate's head between my legs and my fingers in his hair...I would be joining Tate at being dead.

He put one finger in while his tongue circled my swollen clit and I accidentally pulled his hair. He let out a soft groan and I almost smirked for myself. I did it again and Tate groaned into me.

He didn't plan on stopping, apparently. Tate wanted me to see stars. I just wasn't sure how was this going to help with my sleep. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to close an eye for the rest of the night.

Tate decided to add another finger and I almost lost it there, but I couldn't let myself ruin this perfect moment. Not yet.

"If I add one more will you stop being to stubborn?"

"Let's find out." And he wasn't kidding. He stretched me put enough to put his third finger in and I moaned into my hand, not being able to control myself anymore.

He continued working with his tongue and it didn't take me long after that to lift my hips as I came on his mouth. He pressed his hand over my stomach to pin me back on bed as I clenched around his fingers.

He got up, licking his fingers and cleaning up his swollen mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He took it off and did the same with my mess.

My legs were weak, I could barely change, but he helped me and got under the covers.

I joined him and realized that I haven't once thought about my assignments.

"Tate?"

"Yes?"

"Are we still friends?"

"Of course. Especially when you're in the need of sleeping pills."

I fell asleep with the weight of his hand on me while rain pounded on my window.

[dissociation-station123]

NanamiXFemreader-Another What If One Shot from my most read Fanfic on Wattpad… ENJOY

"Y/N..." he reaches for your jaw lightly pulling your face up. "Come home with me?" He asks and your heart races. The look of pure endearment was ever so tempting. You bite your lip nervously. Kento was a good guy. "I won't do anything out of line. I just want to spend more time with you."

"Ok..." you whisper and his face lights up. His hand lightly moves from your jaw to your cheek and you intake a sharp breath. Kento jerks his hand back.

"Sorry..." Kento looks a bit embarrassed from his action, which amused you. He awkwardly crosses his arms and you smirk.

"Stop apologizing Kento." You say sternly.

"Right, sorry!" Kento says apologizing again and you shove his shoulder. He laughs realizing what he had done. He holds out his arm for you to take and you loop yours in his.

As you both began walking to the car your other arm was yanked back aggressively. You glare and see Suguru's dark eyes staring into your own. "Don't..." His raspy voice pleads for you when moments ago in the bar he was flirting with a group of women.

"Why?" You ask him pointedly, curious on if Suguru would give you any reason. Suguru's arm falls from your shoulder and he stands there without a rebuttal. You frown and turn away. "Ready Kento?" You ask Nanami and he nods. You follow him to his SUV without a glance back.

Small timeskip

"Kento your penthouse feels like a museum. There is no life here!" You tease him as he gives you a small tour. You take a sip of some fancy wine he poured you as you both end up back in the living room. You pause by the huge glass window that allows you an amazing look above the city. "But this view?! Top tier!"

"Umm thanks?" Kento says, unsure whether to be offended or not. You grin at him, ever since you both arrived in his space you felt how nervous he was. You could sense he hadn't had anyone over in a while. "Want to listen to music? Or watch something?"

"Sure, play some music. Maybe it will liven up the place." You collapse on the couch and down the rest of the wine. You watch as Kento clicks on his phone and connects to a speaker. He then lights some candles and brings the bottle over. Holding it up you allow him to pour you another glass.

"Savor it this time..." Kento scolds you a bit at how quickly you finished the first glass. "It's meant to be tasted, not devoured." He sits beside you and you feel how tense he is.

"Relax! You take things too seriously, Kento." You cross your arms and pout a bit causing him to grin. You poke his side teasingly but it makes him flinch. "Jesus! I'm not going to bite you."

"Sorry... just not used to company." He mutters and you watch him twirl the glass. You giggle at his discomfort and he huffs. You copy his movements twirling your glass pretentiously and sniff.

"Ahh... smells vintage. Well aged." You wink in his direction causing him to laugh. Then you down the second glass and he gawks at you in surprise.

"You're so damn stubborn. If you weren't so cute I swear!" He pushes your shoulder and you laugh. An awkward silence falls, only the low music fills the room. "I feel that I may bore you." Kento looks at his lap shyly.

"I enjoy your company. You say I'm cute!" You lift his chin with your finger. You notice a small blush on his cheeks and you bite your lip. "What makes Kento Kento?!" You ask to distract yourself from wanting to take advantage of his self consciousness.

Kento looks down at you trying to recover. "Well I have basically been a part of my family business since I was a kid. I was told how to act and talk. What not to do. To always present myself with a sense of dignity. With people telling me how to be I am not really sure. You have me questioning who I am. What I really want." Your heart aches for him. You frown deeply at his words. "It's ok I never wanted for anything."

"I mean... damn... You did though. You wanted attention. You wanted affection. You wanted to live a normal life. Not be a mini adult at the age of ten." You sigh and pour more wine in both your glasses. "Cheers to childhood trauma!" You lift your cup and he clicks it with an amused smirk.

"I feel like I keep venting to you. About work and my life. All you have ever done is help me. Can I repay you? Is there something you need to get off your chest?" Kento turns and you freeze up. It felt as if a bright spotlight suddenly shifted onto you. It's been a while since you were scared of judgement. You didn't want him to think less of you for the lifestyle you lived.

"Me? Well uh..." you try to think of a clever thing to say but he clicks his tongue at you. "Fine... I've had a rough time with what direction I want to take. I was offered a traveling promotion. Which is amazing moneywise. It would be a cool adventure..." you lifted your right hand as if physically weighing the odds. "Then I miss my home. Though at the moment my home really hasn't been the same..." you bite your tongue to stop anymore word vomit from escaping. You were now the one blushing.

"Go on." He waits patiently for you to explain. You wearily look over at him. "I won't judge, I promise." He sounds confident in his reply.

"I kind of slept with both of my best friends and now I don't know how to feel about it...." You mumble at a record breaking speed. Kento did not breath for a second.

"I'm assuming you mean you fucked them. Together?" Kento says and you gasp.

"Kento language!" You chastise him causing him to roll his eyes but he smirked. "Yes at the same time. Like a damn fool!" You groan and he laughs. "It's not funny! I'm struggling here..." you push him as he continues to laugh.

"I would never judge you. I think you're incredible and very strong. Sometimes things just occur." He shrugs trying to make you feel better. He lifts his glass to sip the wine.

"When was the last time shit like that happened to you?" You blurt out and he coughs on his drink. "Come on tell me!!" You beg and he tries to regain his composure.

"A threesome?" He asked, trying not to sound condescending. "I have never... not that it's wrong..." he backpedals dramatically.

"When was the last time you released any stress?" You ask, now curious about this man who was all business. Wondering if he truly did not play.

He looks down embarrassed, "it's been a while. I've been busy trying to work on my business's reputation. Not a lot of free time." You felt it was suddenly your duty to help this overworked man to relax. You lean forward and he makes an audible shocked sound. You bite his neck and feel him shiver under you.

"I lied, I do bite." You laugh at his reaction as you glance up at him.

"Y/N.... Don't do that." His voice suddenly became extremely serious. You watch as his hand that was not holding his glass clenched into a fist. You inhale a sharp breath. A current internal conflict takes place in your mind. The vision of Suguru grabbing onto your arm pleading not to go. The feeling of disappointment when he refused to explain why he was stopping you. Why do I have to control myself when they won't even talk to me?! Anger begins to replace your doubt. You were done waiting on them to confess what they were thinking. Fuck them...

"Why are you scowling?" Nanami asks. You realize you were still invading his space. "Did I do something to make you upset?" You could see the worry on his features. You smile sweetly and shake your head.

"No. You have been nothing but a gentleman, Kento Nanami. I feel you are always thinking of others. Worrying about everyone else. What is something you want? Something you desire?" You genuinely want to know. He seemed so selfless and you were always surrounded by selfish people.

Kento's gaze turns away from your own. He glances off to the side. "Me? Well I..."

"Look at me..." you say lowly and he hesitantly brings his eyes back to yours. "What do you need?"

"Y/N..." he breathlessly says your name and your stomach flips excitedly. You had no plans to give yourself to him but the way he called out your name made something break inside of you. "I couldn't... I am fine." You decide if you don't make the first move he was never going to.

You take his glass and set it on the coffee table, he looks at you quizzically. You then begin to straddle his lap. "Fuck... wait..." Nanami cursed, his eyes pleaded but it was more of a warning. You ignore the danger and tighten your thighs around his. You felt his heart begin to race. "I shouldn't..."

"Breath...." You whisper calmly and watch as he tries to breathe normally, his eyes darting around the room. "That's good... now look at me." His gaze falls to yours but lowered. "Do you want me?" You asked, surprised at how you maintained control.

"Yes.... So much..." his voice becomes deeper, "but I know you are going through something. I am serious about you. I don't want you to feel bad. I also selfishly don't want to be hurt if you decide I am not what you want."

You felt your hearten tighten at his words. This man thought that it was selfish to protect himself from pain. That idea makes you wonder how he developed such a strange habit. You wanted to heal him. He also recognized your trauma, within the short amount of time you had spent with him. Could you heal each other?

"God, you're so amazing! Honestly you deserve the fucking world Kento..." you want to cry for him. You feel a tear slide down your cheek and he hurries to wipe it away. "I really don't want to hurt you. I think you made it impossible for me not to want you." You lean your forehead against his. Both your eyes clothes as he nuzzles against you. The touch comforting you both from the overwhelming emotions hitting you at once.

"You deserve to never be denied your wants..." Nanami pauses and you gasp when he brings his lips onto yours. You both let out a small moan, the kiss easily becoming heated due to the tension that had been building.

You feel your mind trying to shout at you to confirm this is what Nanami truly craved. "Kento..." you push his chest weakly. Nanami fights to stop himself. "Are you sure you're ok with this?" You wait with bated breath for his response.

"Yes... let me please you... I want to see your satisfied expression." You feel his cock twitch under you at the mere thought of your face during the climax. You groan and grind against his lap. His head falls back and a soft moan escapes. Your fingers entangle in his hair and you yank his head back up causing him to whine sweetly.

"No... not until I please you." He opens his mouth to protest but you wrap your hand around his throat and kiss him hungrily. You feel his hands take hold of your hips and he pushes you down forcing you to continue grinding your clothed pussy against his hardening cock. You lift up from the messy kiss, both of you now drooling messes.

You bite your lip as you sit back observing him. Kento was beyond flustered by you straddling his lap. "You're so adorable." You coo taking in his labored breathing and the blush that covered his cheeks. He struggled to respond when you began to slide down onto the floor between his legs.

"What are you doing?" Kento asked, clenching his fists.

"If it is ok with you Kento I'm going to suck your dick." You hold in a laugh as his eyes widen from your brazen statement. You tilt your head to the side waiting for his answer.

"You don't have to do that Y/N..." Kento muttered, his eyes rolled back as your hands moved up to caress his thigh.

"I want to..." You gasp, rubbing your thighs together at his reaction. "Please." You lightly beg and you hear a small whimper escape his lips. "Just nod for me if it's alright."

You smile seductively when he follows your order. You lean up and slowly begin to unbutton his pants. You watch the rise and fall of his chest as you pull down his zipper. You palm his cock through the fabric of his boxers, relishing the deep groan Kento makes.

You were now becoming desperate to make him produce more sounds. You greedily pull out his dick, already throbbing for attention. You lick your bottom lip in anticipation. Wasting no time you circle your tongue around the tip.

"Oooo god..." Kento cries out and you moan against him. You feel his entire body tense up as you trace the prominent vein along the shaft with your tongue. "You're amazing." Kento praises, his fingers digging into the leather of the couch.

You look up confidently as you place him in your mouth. You watch as Kento's head falls back andhe swallows heavily. You slowly move your head up and down, sucking gently. You take your time to tease him until he is a shaking mess.

"Y/N..." Kento calls out your name in a strained tone. "I'm so sorry about this... I just... I can't... " You are about to lift your head to scold him for apologizing when his large hands painfully fists your hair. "I need more..."Kento growls and forces you back down. Pushing his cock roughly to the back of your throat.

With a small warning he loses all control. Ferociously face fucking you, bucking up into your mouth. You groan as you choke on his length, your nails now digging into his thigh to hold yourself together. When you feel his tip reach the back of your throat you swallow around him and he loudly moans. "Sweetheart..." Nanami cooes mindlessly, "swallow all my cum for me... I know you can handle it..."

You moan as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. A deep groan echoes across the room as he unloads all his built up essence into your throat. He then slowly pulls out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh. The amount of cum is overwhelming, spilling from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow it all down. After gulping your mouthful your tongue darts out to lick up the rest. "That's it... such a good girl." You whine as he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand affectionately. Nanami then closes his eyes reclining back onto the couch, you hear another groan.

"You ok?" You ask after gaining your composure back. He had leaned his head back trying to steady his breathing, you feel his body still convulsing.

"Hah..." Nanami holds up a finger to beg you to allow him a second, still struggling. You grin wickedly. You lean forward and take him back into your mouth. "Fuck... too much!" Nanami shakes under you. "Mmmm... too much..." he cries out scratching at the couch as he loses all composure. You groan at his pathetic writhing.

"Cum for me again... I know you have more for me." You command then shove him down your throat again. You look up at him and he is aggressively biting his lip, tears escaping the corner of his eyes.

"Y/N... have mercy..." Nanami begs so softly between his whimpers. You felt your pussy throb at the sight causing you to increase your movements. He tries to remove your head but it was a weak attempt. "Ngh... you're so bad..." he gives up submitting to you falling back in defeat. His body is still quivering and his legs begin shaking uncontrollably. A minute later he screams as he bust in your mouth once again.

Nanami is softly whimpering as his head falls back against the couch. You stand up and straddle him again and you run your fingers through his hair. "Shhh... your ok Kento... your ok..." you comfortingly whisper and kiss away a falling tears. Nanami takes in sharp breaths overstimulated, every light touch causing a moan. You kiss his lips softly and he tries his best to return it unable to stop his pathetic whines.

After a few sweet kisses along his face you feel his breathing slow to a normal pace. You lean up to observe him and his eyes open. His body stills and you hear him clear his throat. You laugh at the state you had left him in and his eyes suddenly glaze over. "I don't appreciate looking like a fool in front of someone I care deeply about." Nanami hisses and you feel a shift in his demeanor.

"You were so cute..." you begin to say and his palm wraps around your mouth. Your eyes widen unprepared for his aggressive reaction.

"I think I'll return the favor..." he growls into your ear and then bites down harshly in your neck. "Hold on tight, beautiful." You shout into his hand in surprise as he picks you up, you cling your legs around his waist. Giggling a bit when he struggles to kick off his pants. He reprimands this by slapping your ass and you groan.

He tosses you on the bed and orders you to strip. You laugh at his stubborn behavior surfacing. Still holding onto the image of his face, tears and drool stained. You remove your clothes and cross your arms as you watch him pull a tie from his dresser. "Look at you all huffy. You have no reason to feel shame with me Kento." You say and he glares at you as he pulls his own clothes off. You run your tongue across your teeth as you admire his body.

"Bend over..." he mutters causing you to smirk. You stretch your arms above your head, watching his eyes travel down your body drinking you in.

"Kento... you don't have to prove yourself..." you tease him and he rushes forward. He takes hold of the back of your neck roughly. "Mmm manhandling me.. who are you?" He pushes your head down, flipping you on your stomach. He painfully yanks your arms behind your back and tightly ties your wrists together. You gasp being suffocated by the mattress.

"Are you done?" He says digging your face further into the soft material. You attempt to shake your head needing air. He releases you and you gasp for breath. "Not so hard right." He says with an attitude. You pout but decide not to comment for your own safety.

You brace yourself as you arch your body for him, expecting him to shove himself inside of you. Instead you feel his mouth suck up your soaking pussy juices. "Kento!!" You scream out your fingers gripping the sheets.

"You taste divine sweetheart. Fine wine does not even compare to your flavor." He groans as he continues to eat you from behind. You were now a panting mess, your eyes rolling back at the feel of him sucking and licking you.

"Fuck!!! I'm going to..." you feel yourself lose your train of thought as your legs shake violently. You moan loudly as you cum against his face, you hear Nanami make a pleased sound. Your entire body jerks, your shoulders aching from being restrained. You whine when he bites your thigh purposely leaving a dark bruise.

Nanami pulls your ass a part wasting no more time he pushes himself deep into your still clenching cunt. He makes a deep guttural sound as he slams into you with vigor. Tugging on your arm he uses your body to please his own. You shout out in pain and pleasure, unable to look back at him, you take the abuse. "You needed this didn't you... fuck..." you whine as you struggle to keep yourself upright as he is pounding into you with no consciousness. Releasing all the tension he had built up, he does not answer you, he just groans and curses as your body is roughly jolted back and forth.

Apparantly he was not fucking you hard enough for his liking because you are grabbed by the waist and dragged to the edge of his bed with his cock buried deep. Shoving your lower back down and raising your ass higher. "Kento... please..." you whimper and a smack to your ass was the only response as he angles himself and pushes even further. "Fuck! Fuck!" You mutter intoxicated by how feral he was.

He does not acknowledge your cries as he wrecks you. The fact he ignores you causes your walls to clench tightly. "Feels so good..." you hear Nanami moan quietly. Your next orgasm was brought on by his hands digging into the meat of your upper thigh. He makes a strangled groan as you convulse around him screaming his name pathetically. Before your body is fully recovered he groans deeply and pushes you down, you feel his hot seed coat your lower back. He snatches your head back, "Enjoy my scent gorgeous. Be proud of it." He whispers his breath tickling your neck, you stare at him doe eyed, fucked stupid.

You watch him lean an arm against the wall trying to regain some form of composure. “I'll be right back." You hear him say as he leaves you soaking in his cum.

"How do you even have my number?!" You hear an annoyed Nanami enter the room, a warm wet washcloth and dry towel in hand. You raise an eyebrow as he huffs into the phone. Nanami leans down and kisses your forehead sweetly then wipes up the mess he left. "Of course she is fine Gojo!" He shouts but then his eyes widen as if he remembers how rough he was with you. He covers the phone's speaker and whispers down to you, "Are you ok?" You hear the concern in his tone. You smile up and nod yes and you watch relief flood over him.

"That's very chivalrous of you. If she will have me I will give her the world. Now I'm hanging up." Nanami clicks the end call button. "How do you put up with him?" You laugh and try to hold up your tied wrist. "O my goodness! I'm so sorry!" He quickly unties you and you stretch your body. "Are you sure I was not too hard on you? I've had a stressful month and well it's been a while since well you know..." he gestures.

You crawl over to him and he opens his arms to you. You sit on his lap and nuzzle your face into his neck. "Since you fucked?" You grin and he scoffs at your use of language, "Stop doubting yourself. I am fine. You were something else... you can take your frustration out on me whenever you want."

You hear him chuckle and he rubs your back softly. "Let me cook for you. Stay as long as you want."

"Aww persuading me with food! Very smart! I'll stay for a while. This place is livelier than I thought." You try to stand but your knees buckle and Nanami catches you.

"How about you lay here for a bit. I'll make you a bath and once it is complete I'll help you to it. Then we can enjoy a meal together?" Nanami asks and you agree. He smiles brightly as he tucks you in. "I'll be much gentler next time. I promise." He kisses you sweetly and you sigh. "Let me take care of you. You won't regret it." He whispers as he lifts away from the kiss.

A strange feeling washes over you. You felt so content at this very moment. No worries crossed your mind as your eyes began to feel heavy. No thoughts of your friends, just the man who made you as feral as he had been...

[osarina]

As a dazi kinnie myself I personally hc dazai that when he was younger, he loved being alone and away from any problems or drama. He loved being alone and doing things he liked without anyone's disturbance or their misunderstandings of him with his mind aiding him. When he grew up into a bad environment and also when Mori found him, recruited him to mafia and stuff, he didn't have much time to be alone and even when he was it no longer felt comforting. Fast forward to Ada dazai, now he spends time with others just so he can escape the loneliness in his life but still retreats after some time as he questions if he is eligible to be 'human' with others. Now he doesn't like that much being alone. The silence only reminds him of people he cared about leaving him to be well, alone. The once helpful mind of his became too noisy to even bare it, still running out of constant use from when he worked in mafia. His brain both worn down and well-oiled trapping him in an endless loop.

And then you come with waterfall like laughters and amazing music taste, actually for once distracting from his cage like mind and make him crave once again, not for being alone but for being with you :> for all thse years he tried finding a perfect drug to silence his mind either temporarily or eternally but he then found you, and decided eternally by being with you ^^

The first part is my hc and for the second one, I included your self ship. This is also based of my personal experience and my prespective of him so don't judge too hard 😅

P.s wishing you an awesome day!

omg ... one day im gonna make a longpost talking about my headcanons for dazai's past, but ill talk about it a bit now. so i hc that like in canonverse, dazai was one of the youngest of a bunch of a siblings (inspired by NLH) and that his ability manifested at a young age & there were other ability users in his family, and they didn't like the way his ability deprived them of theirs, so he was pretty isolated from the rest of his siblings and his parents. and he was so lonely, but he forced himself to find solace in being alone bc he didn't want to be upset over it. eventually he grew somewhat dependent on it and found himself almost uncomfortable when surrounded by too many people. i also hc that he only took the shipping container because it was far away from people & most people wouldn't dare go looking for him there. eventually he became used to being around people again (chuuya, oda, ango, hirotsu, and in our au, pmreader) but then again, it was ripped away when he defected and he had to readjust to being alone again and then AGAIN he was surrounded by people with the agency and this time by people who were unfailingly GOOD and so different than him, and he just can't help but think too much about it, doubting himself, doubting his ability to fulfill oda's request, doubting everything and no matter how hard he tries, he can't silence it. AND YESSSSSSS you come alone and you're just such a haven for him and he's so scared to start relying on you because he's become reliant once and it was ripped away from him, but he just can't help himself :'))) i adore him sm ill die

[danganronpa96]

Hi Lenn! According to you, who would each DR69 and DR96 character listen to (musically speaking)? Who would be their favourite artist/favourite song? (just a silly question to distract me from chapter 4) (you guys need to pay my therapy/j)

Btw, thanks a lot, both to you and Rexx, for everything you do for the fic! I love your writing and also the amazing art!🫠❤️ We’ll patiently wait for chapter 5, but I’m sure it will be FANTASTIC, as always🥹 love ya🫶🏻

It’s funny how I received two similar music asks in a row, but because this one is actually a different question on the topic, I can answer this one separately!

However, since even the last music post had me in agony (/j), I don’t think I’m going to go through every single character’s individual favourite song and artist, and moreso just their music taste (especially since some characters would canonically listen to music from cultures or genres I don’t listen to or know much about myself).

DR96

Hayasaka - most people would say classical, but my big brain (/lh) has bestowed the headcanon ever: vocaloid. I think it would be funny if this man had a secret love for the music, walking to work listening to the most depressing or cutesy song known to Earth. His favourite producer would probably be wowaka (rip) or 40mp.

Kurumada - that kind of grunge, heavy beat, but sort of depressing music? Not trap per say, but like r&b and rap. Or whatever is playing at the gym at the time, sometimes a song will get added to his workout playlist if it sounds good enough.

Mai - she’s that kind of pop girl, but also likes some more sombre songs here and there. Definitely indulges in songs with playful and or sensual lyrics.

Walter - (this is where my disclosure starts to show) Like classic, 50-80s songs. Jazz and blues, or something he can sing along to on the radio.

Jesse - hip-hop, trap, some heavy metal, rock, techno and house music. Anything with a stanky-ass beat (/lh) and Jesse will probably listen to it.

Saiki - I’ve given him the headcanon that he listens to hyperpop, speedcore and breakcore. I got the idea from another tumblr post that said he’d use loud, scratchy music to try and block out the thoughts of other people. It’s implied that’s what he was listening to during chapter 3 as well!

Kaidou - what we all listened to when we were 13 and wanted to be edgy. Also fandom songs (I know this isn’t nationally accurate unless there are hardcore jp fandom song fans lol), and video game OSTs that make him feel powerful.

Retsuko - heavy metal, obviously. But, I think she also likes pop and idol music, considering her history with that, hehe

Natsuki - vocaloid hardcore to the max (some favourite producers be like deco*27 and syudou). Also J-pop/idol music (and some video game OSTs).

Yuri - now I think she would like some classical music, considering her whole elegant aesthetic. I think she’d personally like piano and violin arrangements though, since they are relaxing to listen to while reading. I think she would be convinced to listen to some J-pop after Natsuki begs encourages her.

Hiroshi - he would be a classical guy too, but he would also enjoy some video game OSTs (since he’s kind of a certified gamer if you consider the novels and that chibi anime thingy).

Brian - anything past 1996 would be periodically inaccurate, but I feel like he’s the type of guy who’d try to listen to anything if someone recommended it to him. I think he’d enjoy new-age, or something relaxing on par with the vibes of his game’s OST (synth… rock? I’m not a genres expert).

Bojack - it’s either something really depressing or really sexual and there is just that scale and nothing else

Latte - canonically, folk and symphony since I think that’s the sort of music Parfaedia has. Although, she’d also listen to jazz and dance (she that type of teacher to play music in class all the students try to grin and bare because no one listens to it anymore /lh)

L - whatever music is scientifically proven to enhance focus. Classical? Some jazz? I feel like L likes to work in silence, but with music on the bare occasion.

Ena - something that we would not be able to comprehend if we heard it. Lyrics that sound like 14 different languages all mashed up together. Instruments that shouldn’t exist. Voices that shouldn’t exist. The same song that runs for 4 minutes on the first play, 15 seconds on the second, and 2 hours on the third. Or just webcore/weirdcore instrumental music lmao

DR69

Luigi - calm jazz and swing, I also think he be into acoustic arrangements.

Mario - I think he’d listen to energetic music to get himself pumped up. But also enjoys the folk music of the mushroom kingdom.

Peter - I would say 50-90s songs, ranging from classic hits to goofy ass songs (like the Rock Lobster bit)

Brian - I think he’s into ska, jazz, and blues. Also very pretentious with his music taste lol

Miku - Pop, dance, techno and electronica are her mains, but she can dabble into any genre. Likes to support and listen to her other fellow voice synth’s music.

Teto - rock, but also some dance/pop. Secretly enjoys listening to Miku’s songs (as long as she’s not around)

Nagito - nicher artists of alt and synth. I don’t think he’d be into mainstream music. Also depressing lyrics are his go-to lol

Sans - ironically, the stankiest beat you’ve ever heard and penis music (rubber band). Unironically, some smooth tunes akin to Nastablook’s music taste.

Parappa - rap, hip-hop, r&b and dance. Could unironically make a great rap over the instrumentals of ‘A Pimp Named Slickback’.

Fluttershy - Equestria folk music, acapella and that musical-type genre they have in the show’s music.

Ayano - whatever her Senpai is listening to. So, I would assume the latest trending J-pop mostly.

Ashley - rock and alt. Emo type beat. Mainly female vocals. One or two heavy metal songs. Any other warioware cast member will die upon listening to any of it lol

2D - his favourite band is canonically The Human League, so other new wave and synth-pop stuff too.

Mr. Krabs - sea shanties, unironically. He probably sang a lot of them while on the navy.

Dedede - (I have no Kirby lore but I must scream) I feel like he’d play classical music in his castle to give off those regal king vibes. But he’d also enjoy energetic music like his boss battle themes.

The Conductor - western and western movie soundtracks. Also some smooth jazz and soul. I like to think he likes the sounds of the piano the most, from the ‘heart to heart’ OST

Also, TYSM for the lovely words!! I’m so happy to hear how much you’ve enjoyed the fic so far! 😭❤️

[camaro-hargrove]

first drabble, I don’t know how school counselors work but this is fiction so it’s okay. 

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Max goes to see the school counselor every Thursday at 2pm. 

Scratch that.

She’s forced to go to these mandated counseling sessions every Thursday at 2pm. 

Ever since Billy died and Neil left them. The fire at the mall. Yeah, some fire. 

She doesn’t talk a lot during the sessions or elaborate on anything when it’s clear Miss Kelly wants her to. It makes her feel good, she wants Miss Kelly to feel as frustrated and angry as she does. 

She doesn’t until the week of Billy’s birthday. She forgot Billy even had one in the past, they never celebrated and he’d never say anything. She’s memorised the date now though, it’s right there for everyone to see in Hawkins Cemetery above the bullshit quote.

Gone but not forgotten.

She could laugh at that, everyone has forgotten him. 

Miss Kelly is talking like she always does, asking her questions in hopes that it would start a conversation and she can write some juicy notes in her book. 

“Billy’s birthday is coming up, isn’t it?” she asks and Max looks at her in the eyes for the first time. 

“Yeah,” she says cautiously “How did you know?”

Now it’s Miss Kelly’s turn to pause. She looks down at her notes, rolls one of her shoulders, and looks away, tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as she thinks something over. 

“Billy would come and see me once a week” she finally admits. “Thursdays at 2pm”

Max feels like she can’t breathe, not in a panicky way that has become familiar to her but in a shocked way. The same sort of shocked when she found out her mother has always been a heavy smoker and drinker but just kept it hidden. 

“Why?” Max asks, her voice croaky 

“I’m not supposed to share information on students and I’m not going to discuss everything Billy and I talked about” she turns a page in her notebook, pen tapping against the lined pages “But I will share necessary information because I do believe it will help you”

“He talked about me, didn’t he?” 

“He did, yes”

“About how much he hated me, probably” she scoffs. She wants to be mad even when she’s not. 

Miss Kelly looks confused. 

“Max,” she says softly “Billy never hated you, he loved you”

“Sure he did” She actually manages a laugh this time. “What will you tell me if the tooth fairy is real next?”

“It’s funny that you both mentioned the tooth fairy” she smiles “Max, Billy thought you were amazing”

“It’s not funny” she looks away “I could get you fired, isn’t this illegal or some shit? Lying to patients?”

“It is, yes” Miss Kelly stands up and walks over to her filing cabinet, pulling out a file “I can show you some small parts of his file”

She pulls out a piece of paper after a while of shuffling folds it over to hide some other notes, and hands it over. 

It’s a section about siblings. 

Siblings: 

Step Sister - Maxine Mayfield, age 14.  Have been living together for 6 years as of 1986.  Is tasked with driving her to school and other activities, taking care of her most days including cooking meals.  Enjoys skateboarding and playing video games at the arcade. Funny and has a good taste in music.

“She’s really cool” 

“I like that she doesn’t listen to her Mom about being girly”

There are more quotes that Billy has said about her but she’s finding it hard to read so she puts the paper down on the small table in front of her and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. 

“Billy seemed to take care of you a lot, didn’t he?” Miss Kelly asks. She’s got her notebook out again. “Did your mother and stepfather drive you places?”

“Never” 

“They often left Billy in charge when they were out?” Miss Kelly knows the answers to these questions. She has to. 

“Yeah” Max pauses “They started going out a lot more when Billy got his own car”

“Max” Miss Kelly takes a deep breath before continuing. “The biggest reason Billy was seeing me every week was because he was trying to gain custody of you when he turned 18”

Custody. Of her. 

Now she really can’t breathe, feels like she’s kind of choking on her own saliva, and has to take a drink from the glass of water she never drinks from but Miss Kelly gives her anyway. 

“Why would he do that?” 

“Because he cared so much about you”

Billy does care for her, did care for her. When they drove to Hawkins from California, he let Max put her tapes on for a little bit. He was teaching her how to drive in abandoned parking lots in California and was planning to teach her to surf just like he taught her to skateboard. He didn’t care what Max did as long as she wasn’t late and told him what she was doing. She doesn’t think Billy ever really forgave her for sneaking out and what happened at the Byers. He never brought it up but their relationship had definitely become strained for a while after. Betrayed, walking around with a black eye that appeared overnight. 

Yet he still wanted custody of her. 

“He wanted to know what to do” she continues, shuffling through the file again “Said he needed to work on himself before he could properly take care of you” 

Miss Kelly keeps talking while Max stares. She’s not really sure what to do, or how to react. Apparently, Billy had been working more shifts and odd jobs to save for a small place, Neil used to take his money for rent and utilities. He made sure to get good grades so he could go to college in the future.

She hates that it took Billy dying for her to find out how much he loved her and how much she loved him.  

[whiskeyswifty]

As someone who’s emo taste leaned more towards mcr than any other band, I need to know what she thinks of them so badly (also the photo of Jack with Gerard from last year haunts me because that’s literally one degree of separation!!)

it's so funny you say this cuz one of my good friends and i talk about this specific thing alllllll the time. she's a little younger than me, a late 90s baby, and i'm almost exactly Taylor's age. and through our own completely subjective field work we've found that there is a bit of an age cutoff when it comes to MCR fans among emo fans. but JUST MCR which is the strangest thing.

mainly, there is the entire phenomenon of emo as a genre breaking off off into several simultaneously evolving branches that all stem from early 90s/early 2000s emo which is like core, foundational emo. some of those branches are entirely unrecognizable from others, like if you compare Death Cab to MCR. while both are under the umbrella of emo, they share very minimal fanbase crossover which is what me and my friend found so fascinating. MCR is also at the verrrrry edge of emo, the furthest evolution of it and also the end of it. What my friend and I found is that older millennials writ large got into emo earlier, and followed the branch of california pop emo of like blink 182 -> jimmy eat world -> death cab -> dashboard -> yellowcard -> something corporate/jacks mannequin -> (earlyl) AAR -> fob -> paramore -> and that pipeline usually is where older millennials age out and head towards the more generic pop/punk by the end of the 2000s, with later AAR, the academy is, boys like girls, metro station, etc. (they then tended to get into indie sleaze and twee in the 2010s but that's different). but meanwhile, younger millennials that maybe started with fob/paramore tended to branch off from that onto their own pop/punk twig that for some reason included MCR where older millennials didn't. no idea why that happened, but MCR was it's own thing. it's not 100%, of course there are outliers and we literally only talked to our family and friends lol, but it almost always was the case that MCR fans were that younger millennial group and older millennials had little to no interest in it. fascinatingly strange. one of the other contributing reasons is perhaps that older millennials were beginning to age out of emo around the time of MCR's height, and younger millennials were the prime age. who knows! There is so much to talk about and since it is recent history we're only just starting to parse it and why two people who are self described millennial emo fans have ENTIRELY different perceptions of what emo is. there's actually a NEW BOOK that is the oral history of just that sub-period of mainstream, which every emo kid from the 2000s would looooooove i'm sure. it has an AMAZING fob title, called "Where Are Your Boys Tonight?: The Oral History of Emo's Mainstream Explosion 1999-2008" and it's on my reading list. highly recommend cuz thats a real collected history of it and not my friend and i just asking a limited group of people random subjective questions about a very specific MCR divide among a specific age range of emo fans lololol.

all this to say, and in my extremely biased opinion, given that taylor has so far expressed she had a similar taste to other older millennials american girls like her at that time, myself included, i'm going to guess she was not an MCR fan at the time. she probably has minimal familiarity with them but little to no meaningful relationship to them or Gerard. she probably knows of them, knows some songs, sure, but was never a fan. that's just my GUESS based on me and my friend's very stupid anecdotal study we did for fun lol and my personal experience being someone in her age range with seemingly similar taste to hers in emo music growing up.

[maitanii]

Hii🪄💕 this questions are so interesting so it's time to be a intensita about them. 15, 18, 28, 35, 39, 46, 55, 86 and 87! They're a lot and ofc don't answer if you feel uncomfortable <33!

you can be as intensita as you want, i love talking (writing)!

long answers ahead because i'm avoiding studying like the plague

15. Is there a song, book, movie, or other piece of media that has drastically altered your life? What was it, are there multiple?

I live for culture. Books, movies and music are my entire life.

If I had to pick a song, it'd definetly be You'll be in my heart, by Phil Collins. Tarzan is not my fav movie, and Phil Collins not my favourite singer. But that song? I get chills everytime because I have memories that I can replay in my mind when I listen to it.

Haikyuu was the piece of media that changed my life. I watched because some girls in Wattpad recommend it to me. Years later, I've met both of those girls irl and they're some best friends I have.

One of them is from a different continent. Last summer she came to my country and we had the chance to meet each other after 6 years of friendship. It was one of the best days of my life, not only because we felt like we had been friends for our whole lives, but also because we gave each other the same gift; the first manga of Haikyuu &lt;3.

When it comes to books, Hiroshima by John Hershey (I try to not think much about it because it made me feel horrible but it's necesary to read it) and All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven (i haven't watched to movie and i'm not planning to) the books itself isn't that amazing, but it made me falling in love with reading again, so i apreciate it a lot &lt;3

18. You're offered a one-way ticket to any place and time in history you want. You cannot return. You can't exist at the same time as your current self. You won't carry any diseases, nor will you be infected by others, you have enough money to survive (if relevant). You can speak the local language(s). You still look like yourself and have all your memories. Do you take this offer? Why or why not? Where do you go? What do you do? Does your answer change depending on whether you can alter the future or not?

I probably wouldn't take it because I love deeply every person that is in my life, but that doesn't make my answer interesting, so I'm going to say France in the 17th century, Versailles to be precise. I want to steal Louis XIV heels.

28. What has influenced your taste in music?

My mom <3 and my guitar professor! When i was a kid my father used to record my sister and I CDs to listen to music while we were on the car, and my mother was usually the one who made the playlists for each one of us. We both share favourite songs and whenever i'm playing some oldies she comes and tells me "i used to dance to that song when i was your age!"

As for my guitar professor, it's kinda obvious why, but he teached me so many good songs and also, how amazing classical music can be. He's a rockstar and he used to tell me all of the stories from when he was in a band.

35. What's wrong with you? Physically, mentally, whatever comes to mind. What's right about you? What are your best and worst traits?

I'm glad to say that physically, I'm a healthy person! But when it comes to mentally issues...lol.

I think about catastrophes only. Maybe it's because I study journalism and I know how fucked up the world is. But I get anxious thinking about the worst outcomes of everything, and it's truly unhealthy. I can't eat, sleep or keep a straight face when something bad comes to my mind. Still, I never tell anyone about it because I don't feel like worrying someone with my thoughts (my bf got really angry once because I started hyperventilating during a date night when the thoughts got really bad and I simply couldn't explain what was going on).

If I had to choose my best trait I think it'd be that I know my worth, and that I'm really good at reading people. After High School I unfollowed a lot of people in social media and decided to surrond myself with people who just felt right. Even here in Tumblr i don't interact with people that don't give me good vibes, maybe it's stupid but i feel safer that way.

39. What taboo do you think should be discussed more, if any? Alternatively, do you think a topic that isn't taboo should be?

The death of someone dear to you. I remember when I first experienced that kind of lost. Nobody wanted to talk to me about that. They wanted me to be distracted. And I was okay; until I wasn't. And not everyone's ready to talk about topics ike that, I understand and respect that. But I really needed someone to talk to me and ask me how I was doing, not to make me feel miserable and say "pobrecilla".

Well, I don't think this one should become a taboo again but I feel pretty uncomfy when conversations with strangers revolve only around sexual topics. I'm not new to sex. I talk about my sexual life with my friends and people I trust. But when I'm in a group of people that I don't really know and they can only talk about that, I just feel weird (?) Like, i shouldn't be listening to that.

46. Do you have a "right person, wrong time"?

I always think about my best friend. One summer, we were having a conversation and he confessed he used to like me. I told him "how could you liked me?" and he answered "how could i not?". It left me spechless and I started to think that maybe I had feelings for him. But I was dealing with a self-esteem crisis and decided to gaslight everyone! I stopped talking to him for months until my feelings went away :) It worked and we have never talked about that topic again. Sometimes I think of what could have been if he had confessed to me at the right time.

And then....my boyfriend (lol). We met in high school and we started dating after months of friendship. Then things got awful and we both were miserable. We broke up in bad terms. We met again at university! and we started talking again! this time we took things slowly, as if we were getting to know each other again. And we decided to establish boundaries to make our relationship healthy. We knew what we wanted and what we didn't want to go through again. And it worked! Communication is the key.

55. What reminds you of your childhood?

Christmas, my dad, Selena Gomez (I wanted to be her so badly), magazines, Geronimo Stilton, tanned skin and pigtails.

86. What could you talk about for hours?

Music (especially Nirvana and The Beatles), History and whatever I'm brainrotting about in that moment. But I feel annoying after talking for too long so I always try to shut up as soon as possible.

I truly appreciate when someone likes to listen to people being passionate about the things they love as much as I do.

87. What do you wish people would stop asking you?

What are your plans for the future.

I. Don't. Know.

I know i should worry about it but I'm dealing with my present, I don't have time to think about what my future self is going to do.

Same thing with my partner. I don't know if I'm going to marry him or if we are going to live together, but right now we are good, and that's all that matters to me.

If you read the whole thing, let me give you un besito en la frente from the distance (the southern part of the country <3)

Hope you have the best night, gayetita!

[ironwoman18]

From competitors to lovers - Part 3

Chapter 3: Practice days

The next morning Giyuu woke up earlier than his friends, took a shower and went to Urokodaki’s home. 

His band rented a truck to transport their instruments and themselves so it will be their car for the next month.

He stopped by Urokodaki’s favorite bakery and bought his favorite sweet bread and some special threats to share with him and so he can share with Sabito and Makomo.

As he drove he had one of their albums playing and thought about which songs they could play that Sunday night. He had a few ideas but still wasn't sure what to do and Eddie suggested him to sing the two duets with The Hashiras but he wasn't sure he could be very helpful since his main talent wasn't singing but he kept saying that he knew Giyuu sang with Kanae some songs.

“Dammit Eddie... What's your plan?” he cursed under his breath.

He continued to drive until he reached Urokodaki’s home. He was glad they rented a trunk because the old man still lives in the mountains.

He got out of the car and there he was. Urokodaki smiled under his mask, and even when Giyuu couldn’t see it, he knew it in his heart.

As he walked out the car, a memory hit him.

“Excuse me...” said a younger Giyuu “why are you wearing that mask?”

“Because I want the demons to fear me and not approach my house” he explained “my face was never something people took me seriously for so I made this mask to cover my face. They might not hear nice Sakonji but the menacing one with the demon’s mask?... they never hesitate”

“Are there demons?” asked Giyuu nervously.

“No while I’m around and if you ever need protection... That’s why I’m making this for you all” he showed him three white masks with the form of a fox. Giyuu’s had blue waves on its cheek and along the jawline, Sabito had peach flames and Makomo had red stars “The foxes are amazing creatures and they will protect you” he said and the little boy could hear a smile so he smiled back.

 He kept it in his room, alongside with a blue bladed katana he bought for him. He wasn’t sharped but it was a great memory of those years in Japan.

“Look who is here...” said Sankoji trying to sound surprised but he knew Giyuu would be there “The crying boy” he laughed and Giyuu laughed softly.

“Not anymore” said the black-haired handing him the bread, then Urokodaki hugged him.

“I can tell the boy. Let’s go in” he nodded and the two men walked in. The owner of the house started to make tea for them “so tell me about what you have been doing since you left?”

“I joined another band, took music classes and got better at playing not only the bass but also the guitar and the piano. I'm doing great at school and I'm helping my parents with their restaurant”

“You had been quite busy then” he said looking at the teapot, Giyuu was expecting the next question he knew was coming “and how are Tanjiro and Nezuko?”

The black-haired boy smiled “well I have been helping with them too. Those two kids are wonderful, and so helpful, it's ridiculous... They are eleven and ten...”

“When kids are raised correctly... It doesn't matter what their age is. How did your parents end up adopting those two?” asked as he poured tea in each cup then handed it to him and sat across from him.

“After my sister and their family died thanks to that stupid driver...” Urokodaki could see the anger in his eyes, the blue looked menacing, like a storm was about to break “the social services wanted to separate them so my parents offered to take care of both kids. The kids were agree and the social services worker told them to follow the steps to adopt them and they did”

“I'm glad, your parents are great and I'm sure you have been a great big brother” said Urokodaki as he lifted the mask to eat then drink a sip of tea.

Giyuu ate and drank as well, enjoying the flavor of the sweet bread then the tea. They remained silent then Giyuu added “this tastes like home” he smiled, Urokodaki never saw this young man smiling that much. Was it because of the nostalgia or because of his little brother and sister? Urokodaki wonders “I know I'm acting differently... But I could say it's a mix of things, I mean... Tanjiro and Nezuko helped me because they are special kids and they always try to help me and be there but also keeping me busy with their activities, it's also the band and the music because with them I feel comfortable to be myself and even when I was here for a short period of time, I feel like home, more than I felt the months prior to my arrival to the US”

The man nodded and Giyuu could tell he was smiling “good, this is your home and whenever you want to, you can come back” 

After that they ate and talked, Makomo was out buying groceries for them so she wasn't around to see him. Sabito left early that day to meet with the guys and plan their setlist and practice, he always was the most passionate about it and Kanae was second in passion so they worked perfectly together, him and Sanemi were more passionate when they played and they follow Sabito and Kanae’s plans, on the other hand Shinobu was a mix, most leaning towards her sister’s attitude but also passionate while playing.

They talked about everything they did in the past three years and Urokodaki even gave Giyuu some of the dish he cooked yesterday that was in the fridge. 

An hour later, Giyuu had to leave because he had to go to his rehearsal. He left with the promise of returning tonight or tomorrow afternoon.

On his way to the hotel he was more focused on the concert for Sunday. He had some ideas for the group but maybe Eddie could suggest crazier ideas but sometimes they found common ground and did some of Giyuu’s more grounded ideas.

He arrived and parked the truck and read a text from Eddie Giyuu, we are at the restaurant. See you there.

So he went to the restaurant and when he arrived there were his friends so he went to their table and greeted them.

“Hey Giyuu!! How was your reunión with Urokodaki?” 

“Amazing, we talked about what we did these past three years” he said as one of the waiters pours some water in his glass then he asked Giyuu if he wanted tea and the black-haired boy nodded “what have you been doing?” He asked even though he could figure it out.

“We were planning the set list and I think we came up with the perfect list” he handed the list “as you can see. We want you to start the show with a nice slow song in Japanese and we want Dream on to be the last song. Two original songs, then a cover, next we will sing two more original songs, later a cover song then the last original song and next will be Dream on” 

Giyuu read the song names and smiled “these songs are perfect” he looked at Eddie “I would like to sing this on my own with the piano”

“I like that idea,” said Samuel “It would be a pretty good way to connect with the audience”

“I agree” said Veronica patting Giyuu “I think we can go now to practice” they all nodded and left the restaurant and drove to the practice place.

The Ubuyashiki company gave each band their own place to practice at their building, with food and drinks guarantee for them to be there as long as they want to.

They went straight to their practice room and there were their instruments and after they were all ready, they started to practice.

They spent two hours practicing, then had lunch and continued to practice until someone knocked on their door and when their manager, Franklin, opened the door there was Kanae.

Giyuu headed to the door “Hey Kanae” he said leaning on the doorframe “what are you doing here?”

“Well as you know we have to practice our duet so I came here to do just that” she smiled sweetly “the rest is waiting for you to practice our duet with you”

“Wait, I won't sing with you?”

“No, Shinobu has a better voice for Separate Ways,” said her still smiling, “do you need to practice with me on the bass?” He shook his head “perfect then go with them” 

He headed to the Hashiras’ practice room and walked in when their manager opened their door.

“Hey Giyuu!” Sabito hugged him “thanks for coming. We can start whenever you want to”

He looked at the rest and waved at them all then he walked to Sanemi “hey man” they high-five each other and then Giyuu handed him a mochi, his favorite one, and Sanemi held it hiding his face as he blushed a little.

“T... thank you” he said and ate it in two big bites.

Giyuu looked at Shinobu. She was looking at the interaction between them with a small smile, she couldn't deny it was cute that Sanemi had a soft spot for sweet things. She discovered it when he visited them one day and she has teased him about it since then.

“Let's plan our duet” she looked at Giyuu and nodded.

They had the lyrics of the song in their cellphones and decided he will sing the first part, then the choirs will be together then she will have her solo. She decided to change the gender at her part so instead of saying “if he ever hurt you” she will sing “if she ever hurt you” and Giyuu agreed with it.

They practiced a couple of times and they sounded greetings together. She was having fun, but she would deny it if you asked her. 

He was also having fun singing back with his friends. They were synchronized as he never left the band. He was surprised by Shinobu’s voice, he knew she was a good singer but never expected her to get better as she grew up.

When they finished the bands left and the next days were the same. Practice until night and go back to the hotel or their homes. Giyuu and Shinobu were getting more comfortable with each other as the days passed by.

On Thursday the show began and the bands that weren't part of the show that night could be there as part of the audience in the VIP balcony.

There were all the bands vibing with the others' songs. The next couple of days were the same. The bands were good and Giyuu and his friends were worried that they couldn't reach the amount of points to pass to the next stage but he could be sure that he and his friends will do their best.

OOooOOooOO

I'm sorry this took me so long but I was sick last week then there were the presidential elections in my country so I wasn't focused on writing.

Hope you liked this chapter. Next will be their performances. I will be using Jonathan Young’s cover of Separate Ways for Giyuu and Shinobu's duet and the First to Eleven ft Ten Second Songs’ Dream On cover for Kanae and Eddie's performance.

For Giyuu’s song I imagined Osorezan Revoir from Shaman King Renewal, I feel the letter could work with Giyuu's, so we can use it as an “original song”.

You can suggest songs if you wish for the future.

[grapegoddess]

Adventures in Mexico

As a young wine director in NYC back in the early oughts I found myself in charge of two beverage programs for Chef Richard Sandoval - one very cocktail focused - but the other, in mid-town, with a Vera Cruz style seafood menu allowed me the ability to create an interesting wine list.

I was asked to find some wines from Mexico to add to the list, and at this point in my short career I had never even seen let alone tasted a wine from Mexico at a tasting, so I searched the far corners to find a wine I felt could fit my experimental and artistically curated list. I was able to source only 4 wines I felt could fit, unfortunately most of them commercial offerings such as L.A. Cetto and Santo Tomas but I did notice Italian varietals seems to fare well in the warm and dry Baja peninsula as well as Chenin Blanc with its naturally high acidity.

Fast forward a decade or so to my first trip to Valle de Guadeloupe in 2017 - deliciously surprised by this burgeoning culinary and wine destination. I began to keep my eyes and ears open to this South of the Border Region - almost out of reach in terms of earths margins for vineyard environment. The region was growing, it was finding it’s own new voice and bucking tradition in the best way. During the pandemic years I was able to make a few trips down and watch as both the newer winemakers, wineries and growing regions found footing and began to create something really interesting. 

In November 2022 I decided to move to Baja temporarily, exploring not only the wines and the amazing farm to table - fusion, Mediterranean and of course traditional Mexican cuisine - but also the pulse, the energy and the ideas of the new guard, creating wine centric events - combining music, art, graffiti, tattooing and taking risks with varietals, blends and techniques. The following stories will seek to introduce and tantalize you to take notice, taste, visit and live like the people I have met and the wines I have discovered as we shared bottles and stories here in the Valle.  

My first Mexican Wine - L.A. Cetto Chenin blanc c. 2003 - I remember telling my staff it reminded me of a day at the beach - tropical, ripe, with a hint of sea air. The wine now is still ripe with Melon, Tangerine, Mango - with a touch of RS and has lost that briny tension unfortunately.

The Wine which made me question my life choices - Ventana al Alma Chardonnay - I don’t drink much Chardonnay and usually its from a cool climate, picked at a low pH without new oak and not overly ripe - keeping it’s natural acidity. With only 600 bottles made, this minimal intervention wine is 13.7% ABV with 4 months in 2nd use French Oak tasted more like an aged Chenin - the acidic profile wasn’t as intense but it was honeyed with a touch of oxidation but no real new oak characteristics - clearly picked at a lower pH this wine was an eye opener.

Lastly - the experience that made me realize that the Valle needed to be explored and it’s soul discovered was in spending time at Bloodlust wine bar - a garlic bulbed shaped dome in the middle of a Greek Amphitheater like outdoor dining and stage area where both live and DJ music events happen - the food has been delicious on every visit, the partnerships with Coffee roasters, wineries, artisanal spirits and local chefs abound and the community they are creating is like nothing I have seen in the states. It’s like a collective - where young people (Remember the drinking age is 18) flock in their anti-cool fashion to taste wine and hear music. 

Please follow me as I explore the wines and winemakers, the chefs and creators who are putting Valle de Guadeloupe on the map as a destination and giving it its own voice, unique in the wine world and unique to Mexico.

[jinxiaobao]

it’s your secret santa again 🎁💞 the holidays really are always a season right between nice and really stressful, but i hope the nice part is lying ahead for you and your week has gone well so far <3

loved what you said about nct (127)!they’re one of my favourite groups too and doyoung is one of my biases too, i sooo get what you mean. at first i only listened to their music without watching any videos or content, so his voice stood out to me first and i was like … damn, who is that … and here we are now! he has a fantastic voice and is really hilarious dhhdhehje. and your song choices! ahhh, i loved seeing those! your blog title made me think of time lapse right away and seeing you mention it i was like, well, that’s clear now (what a good song whew). overall, i just love how nct always has some stuff going on and you can just sort of pick what you want to enjoy and see from them 👌

loved your character list, i feel like these are so very you and fit what you’ve told me about the shows and stories you go for (and dw i would find it difficult to seoerate jwds and vegaspete too, they are so intertwined in each other). your taste really shines and i love how your gifsets always are an extension of that. the way you see your favourite media and characters and give them room in your stuff and your creativity is so cool! ☺️

i know our time is coming to a close, but some last questions bc i still love reading what you have to say: are there any dramas you are looking forward to in 2023 or any on your watchlist? any movies you really loved this year? and any show or movie that took you completely by surprise or was just a fun watch for yourself?

sending you good vibes and thoughts! 🌞

hello my mystery friend! i'm a little sad that our time is coming to a close--i've had such a nice time "chatting" with you!

this got kinda long, so i'mma put this behind a cut!

i'm trying not to freak out about the holidays--this was a rough year for us and frankly i don't need to compound my stress, y'know? it'll be okay. my family is relatively healthy and happy, and that's more than i could ask for.

right??? doyoung's voice is so good! doie, release a solo mini album, i beg 🙏 my friend pointed out once that my biases tend to skew toward the singers and when i thought about it, i realized she's right. doyoung from nct (also taeil!), kihyun from monsta x, onew from shinee, baekhyun from exo... there's definitely some merit to that lol

i was reviewing that list and wow i do have a type, don't i? i like my men slutty and/or emotionally stunted. 👌

you're so kind 💕thank you for saying that about my gifsets. i'm enjoying making them and stretching myself creatively. honestly, i haven't felt this creative in years. i didn't realize how much i missed giffing until i started doing it again on a regular basis. i thrive on engagement, and i'm so happy that people seem to enjoy what i do.

hmmm. dramas i'm looking forward to... i don't have a lot of new dramas on my list but there's a lot of already-released stuff waiting for me. 'prison playbook', 'under the skin', and 'big bet' are a few that come to mind. there are A LOT of dramas that i need to get back to (that adhd brain baby!): 'tomorrow', 'extraordinary attorney woo', 'the guest', 'flower of evil' and 'my country: the new age' come to mind. despite having lots of shows to resume, i've delved into a couple of new ones--'bad and crazy', 'somebody' and 'connect'. i'm enjoying them all so far. 'bad and crazy' is so much fun right now (i suspect it will get less fun as the series goes on) and the chemistry between lee dong wook and wi ha joon is great. 'connect' is interesting (and kinda gross, but it is takashi miike so). and 'somebody' gives me the chills. love it.

as far as movies, i really liked 'incantation'. i finally saw 'the handmaiden' this year--amazing. i also watched 'mother' and 'memoir of a murder'. both very very good films. i hope to continue my journey through shin ha kyun's filmography 😍 (god that man makes me insane)

i'm trying to think if anything took me by surprise, and honestly it would be 'beyond evil'. i realize i'm a broken record at this point, but that series really changed my life. i went into it anticipating a murder mystery and what i got was this beautifully told story about love, loss, death, greed, companionship, loneliness, found family, and flawed people. i think about it literally every single day, i've watched the whole series three times so far, and i feel like i'm due for another one soon.

sending you good vibes and positive thoughts!!! i hope you're safe and well, mystery friend! 💕

[nouies]

Hellooooo from your Secret Santa🎄🧑🏻‍🎄🤍:

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you, because I didn't! <3 Here I am💕💕

Don't worry, I'm enjoying these messages a lot! They're not stressful at all and I'm loving writing to you<3

I'm really glad to read that you had a good day yesterday! Do you teach kids or teenagers? And to answer your questions, I do not like football; my family wasn't a big football fan growing up so I was never interested on it. I love fics, the whole reason I kept my sanity during lockdown was because of fics. Naps? My #1 true passion. I love sleeping and I love long naps with my dog next to me<3

I had a very easy day yesterday, no work for me so that means no stress at all and I was reall thankful for that, Today in the other hand, was a little bit stressful, my boss and I are getting a lot of fights lately but nothing too serious, I just think it's a rough patch between me and her. We'll get throught it. How was your day? Hopefully you had a beautiful morning and now you're having a happy evenning!<3

The number we coincide on it's 13, for some reason or another it has always been present in my life! I do think we will get along really well once you discover who I am<33 Maybe we are in the same hemisphere, maybe not, who knows?👀👀

I'm an introvert just like you, it's hard for me to be out of my comfort zone but once I feel good in it, there's no one who'll shut my mouth, lmao. Cats are beautiful! I only know so little of them because I've never been so close to one:( But I think they're amazing and cuddly <333 Love 4 non blodes!! It's my mama's favorite band and I also grow up listening to "whats up?" omg, now I'm thinking if we have the same age mmm. As a favorite song, I don't think I have one because I love music too much that's difficult to choose one. But I'll tell you the first song I ever learn how to sing was "My happy ending" by Avril Lavigne, that song was my anthem when I was 8 years old, I think.

Wel well, it's getting really interesting to know more about you! I hope you don't think I'm a creep for asking so many questions hahaha soooo for today I would like to know if you do like and enjoy christmas? and tell me a memorie that makes you really happy everytime you think of it. I'll be waiting to read it <33

Another long message just for youuuuuu<33 I feel this was a listless one, I'm not on right set of mind because I'm sleepy hahhaa I've been up since 4am so sorry :( but tomorrow you'll get a better message. I promise! But still, I really hope you enjoyed this message<333

Sending you big and long hugssss wherever you are xx

hello lovely! so glad to hear from you!

i’m sorry you didn’t have a good day today and i hope everything gets better between you and your boss. i know what it’s like to have a difficult relationship at work, so i can only pray for it to not take a toll on you.

abt my job, i teach teenagers! that’s why it can get a bit stressful at times but i tried to understand them bc i was a teenager once as well lol. what kind of fics do you like? i feel like my taste has changed the last couple of years, and maybe the lockdown had something to do with it bc i tried to read as much as i could. and i take naps with my cat! although he takes his own whenever he wants and only joins me when he feels really needy :D

i already like you! i feel you’re very similar to me bc of what you told me abt you being an introvert. it looks like we both like to talk a lot once i feel confident enough. i’ve got the feeling you’re younger than me but still a 90s baby? i’m 30 (my biggest flex is that i get to be louis’s age for half a year and then zayn’s for the other half).

i don’t mind your questions at all! i appreciate them a lot and they’re fun to answer :D i like christmas but i don’t celebrate it as i used to when i was younger. this is gonna sound super cliché but my best memories of christmas were when i still had my mum, and when my youngest nephew was born. nowadays i celebrate louis’s birthday more than anything hehe. do you like christmas though? how do you celebrate it?

thanks for your lovely message and your kind words! i hope you get to rest tonight after a long day! sending love and hugs your way! <333

[tired-biscuit]

Forgiveness

This is part two to Crush.

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] modern au, age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, slight size kink, oral [f!receiving], risk of getting caught, slight angst. dilf!kiba.

Word count: 7.6k

YOU have trouble focusing.

As you stare into the screen of Jun’s laptop with somewhat of an absent mind, you find it difficult to follow along and understand the plot of the popular Netflix series your best friend has decided to put on for the two of you on the particularly lazy evening you’re once again wasting away at her house.

The room isn’t completely dark, but dusk still falls rapidly through the big, glass-panelled windows. The space is filled with so much clutter that it’s dangerously reaching the brink of normalcy; throwing shadows over the countless band posters of classic rock musicians and their respective vinyl records to adorn the walls. 

Ever since you’ve gotten to know her better back in your senior year, you’ve come to learn that Jun has been a particularly big fan of the genre, having grown up being surrounded by it. Her - self-proclaimed amazing - taste in music is something she shares with her father.

And as for you, well… You tend to share other things with him.

“Ugh… Eddie is so hot, am I right?”

Jun’s sigh is dreamy as it brushes your cheek and pulls you out of your thoughts from the way it abruptly breaks the comfortable quiet. You force yourself to let out a grunt of somewhat disinterested approval at the Munson character as you turn your head to the side, so that you can look at her better.

Jun Inuzuka is good-looking in her own peculiar, brash ways. Her skin is like molten caramel: tan and sun-kissed, despite that she so far hasn’t gotten the chance to go to the beach this summer. Freckles adorn the bridge of her button nose and dust the apples of her red cheeks that are framed by wild, shoulder-length hair that is nearly the exact same shade of chestnut as that of her father’s. It has streaks of red weaved in-between the pretty brown when the sun hits it just right, and is so thick that she has to tie it up during hot summer months, in fear that she'll risk getting heatstroke otherwise.

But since the room is fairly cool from the fan that’s running on the highest setting in the corner of her bedroom, Jun has allowed herself the rare pleasure of letting her hair down. The curls tickle your shoulder as you both lie in her bed; with your legs tightly intertwined and bodies smushed together whilst your fight to take as much space on the single pillow she owns ensues with every minute you spend watching the episode.

Staring at her like this, you see that Jun is definitely Kiba’s kid. Both appearance-wise and with the impulsive, bold personality - there is no mistaking that she is the spitting image of her father, albeit one that is just the tiniest fraction mellower. After all, her facial features are rounder and softer around the edges than his own are, and her eyes aren’t nearly as ferocious, which you now know fairly well, having seen both pairs up-close. 

On the other hand, Jun also tends to be a little bit less pushy and firm with every year she becomes older, but the fire of hot-headedness her father’s genes had sparked within her the moment she was old enough to fathom who she was, still burns and courses her veins as strong as ever underneath that signature golden complexion.

“So, what’d you do while I was at my mom’s place?”

The sudden question makes cold sweat rush over your entire body. In a meek attempt of hiding the way your skin is pulling taught over your now-bewildered face, you quickly avert your gaze back towards the laptop again. “Nothing much… Just, uh… Kind of chilled back at home.”

“I heard that you didn’t really feel like partying,” she drawls boredly, absent-mindedly playing with the string of her gym shorts. “‘Cause Ren said he barely saw you around the usual spots. And apparently you told him no, whenever he asked to go clubbing.”

“I was just busy,” you mumble, brows knitting tightly together for a split of a second before you force yourself to smooth them back up, “doin’ my own thing, and all that...” Doing your dad, for instance.

“Yeah, I get that.” She chuckles now, twirling the string around her index finger. “Missed me far too much to be partying your mind out, huh?”

“Yeah…” All you can do is grin as sweetly as you’re able and hope for the best as you nuzzle your cheek into her shoulder to hide yourself from her vision. You feel bad for lying to your best friend through your teeth like this, but what are you supposed to do? Admit that you’re having an affair with her goddamn father?

To be fair, it isn’t exactly an affair, since he isn’t married anymore, but still… He’s a line you definitely shouldn’t have crossed that drunken night you’ve spent at the same house you're currently in. She’d be upset if she found out that you had betrayed her trust in such a terrible, gruesome way. Even worse: that you’ve been continuing to do so, without any sign of stopping as well.

You truly are a terrible friend.

The thought makes your stomach twist with uncomfortable guilt. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink real quick, okay?”

Jun’s eyes are still glued to the laptop as she watches the preppy cheerleader slam against the ceiling just as her bones begin to crack. She gives you a dismissive nod. “Yeah, sure. Want me to pause?”

“No, no, it’s fine. You can fill me in later.” You sigh, picking yourself up from the bed before you dust off your skirt from imaginary dust to straighten it better. “Do you need anything?”

Jun flicks a curious glance at you as you bend over to fix your white thigh highs back into place. Two faint snapping noises resonate throughout the room as your fingers slip from underneath the upper bands that are now biting into your thighs and causing them to pinch the plush flesh slightly. 

She flicks her eyes back towards her newly-discovered favourite character in Stranger Things. “Nah.”

You’re already making your way towards the door, your heart heavy inside your chest as you murmur: “All right.”

And so, you go.

—

Kiba lets out a small gasp of startlement at the sudden pair of arms to wrap around his waist all of a sudden.

“Woah, easy! Don't wanna burn myself on the goddamn stove, hah.” Standing in front of it, the forty-one-year-old quickly inspects the pot of boiling water before he turns his head over his shoulder to look down at the mystery person who’s hugging him so fervently.

A small chuckle slips past his lips at the sight of the pouty expression you display when you look up at him. Your bottom lip is jutting out in childish annoyance. It makes the amber within his golden eyes shimmer with something mischievous. “Everything okay, kiddo? You seem kind of down.”

“Can you not call me that, please?” A small grunt of disapproval leaves your mouth before it muffles out from the way you hide your face into his light grey t-shirt. He smells good and sharply fresh; like he’s just showered. You can’t help but inhale the earthy, musky scent as deep as you can. 

It nearly tastes sweet as it fills up your throat and lungs. Like you’ve been chewing on wood and moss - inhaling the pure essence of a great forest. It’s so masculine that it turns your brain fuzzy. Simply intoxicating.

“What,” Kiba drawls with a tricksy grin, “kiddo?”

“Yes,” you grumble further as your hands tighten their hold around his waist. It’s hard to keep them from slipping underneath the light cotton so that you can freely roam his toned abs, but you somehow manage to do it. You suppose that he can tell from the way he snorts quietly.

“What’s wrong with kiddo?” he asks you now.

You roll your eyes, despite that he can’t see it. “It just makes me feel incompetent. Kind of immature.”

Your heart begins to race and jump around your ribcage when he loosens up your hold around him just enough that he can turn to see you better. Your face meets his chest for a brief moment with the movement; chin resting against the middle of his torso before his arms are wrapping around your middle and his big hands find purchase on your hips.

Kiba lifts you up swiftly, placing you to sit on top of the marble counter with zero effort whatsoever, right next to the stove. It’s a struggle not to melt into a puddle of flustered, confused feelings at the way he fits so nicely between your legs; at how close he is to you that you can smell the spearmint chewing gum on his breath.

He looks you in the eye as he says, “I never said you were incompetent.”

Your sigh is somewhat shaky because of the close proximity as you reply with a bashful mumble: “I know you didn’t.”

“Besides,” he says as he gives you a light shrug of shoulders, “you can cook a really mean plate of spaghetti.”

The deadpan expression that falls upon your face is comically amusing. “What's pasta got anything to do with this?”

“Ah, darlin',” he grins real big, flicking the tip of your nose with a calloused finger, “it makes you less incompetent, you see.”

Your brows shoot up in faux disbelief. “I thought you just said I wasn’t incompetent at all.”

Kiba pauses for a moment. “Well… I did, yeah. But-”

“You can’t get any less incompetent than zero, Kiba.”

“Can we please stop saying incompetent, already? Damn.” The small ‘v’ that appears in-between his dark brows makes you want to giggle from how fussy he seems to look in that exact moment. You’ve clearly provoked and irked a nerve because now he sighs as you allow yourself a chuckle, “You’re a piece of work, you know that? Too smart for your own good. Gonna bite ya in the ass one day, you'll see.”

“You don’t seem to mind me being a piece of work when I’m sucking your dick,” you retaliate with a feline-like smirk.

“That’s because you’re quiet during it,” he bites back, the corners of his lips twitching upwards faintly at the jabs you keep throwing back and forth at each other.

“Well, at least I’m quiet,” you sigh dramatically, shrugging as if you don't have a care in the world, when in reality you have many. “Unlike your moaning self.”

Kiba shakes his head with a hushed laugh as he leans in and presses his forehead against your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he places it on top of your thigh; no nudge of a ring present as his fingers trace the band of one of your thigh highs.

It’s become a routine of sorts. Throughout the entirety of last week - which you’ve spent at his house, while Jun has spent it at her mother’s - you’ve been doing nothing but exchanging witty comebacks, fucking like animals and slowly, albeit surely, catching feelings for each other.

You’re falling in love with your best friend’s father. A man that’s twice your age, and could as well be your own dad. How pitiful.

At least this one takes you out for ice cream and tells you you're pretty.

“I like these socks on you,” he mumbles against your neck after a brief moment of comforting silence.

Your fingers are eager to stroke his tousled hair. It’s still damp at the nape from the shower. “Really?”

“Mhmm,” he replies tiredly, “though I think they made me stare for a little too long earlier.”

“You gotta fix that, you know,” you fuss as you feel his lips latch to your throat hungrily, “Jun might get suspicious if you keep ogling at me like that.”

“I know, I know.” He grunts as his fingers dig into the fat of your thigh; right at the spot where the white cotton is pinching it inwards. You’re hardly able to suppress a whine at how harshly he manhandles you now. He's certainly no gentleman, but you like it nonetheless. “But I’ve missed you! It’s been, what… Four days since the kid came back? And you barely swing by anymore… I don't like not having you in my bed anymore.”

“Don’t be silly.” Your exhale is one of exasperation. “You know darn well that I can’t hang out with you while Jun’s around.”

“Yeah,” he says, despite the fact that he pouts as he grazes your pulse point with his teeth, “but that doesn’t mean that it makes me feel any better.”

“Please stop being jealous of your own daughter,” you scold him gently, stifling back a little giggle, “you’re forty-one years old.”

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles, kissing up your jaw. “Are you staying over tonight?”

“If I am,” you say as your fingers dig into his hair and tug at the roots, “I’ll be sleeping in Jun’s bed, not yours.”

Kiba releases a small groan at the lewd touch as your manicured nails trace his scalp in loving brushes. It’s a sound you haven’t heard in the four days since his daughter has come back home from her mother’s. It’d be a lie if you said you didn’t miss it. It only urges you to repeat the action.

He grows needier now as his hand squeezes your thigh again, the tips of his fingers just barely slipping underneath the hem of your pretty skirt. Your legs are tightly wrapped around his waist as you push yourself towards the edge of the counter so that you can feel him better. It’s just a little comfort. Both of you need it.

You’ve promised yourself that you weren’t going to allow things to escalate before you’ve even set foot inside the kitchen, and yet the way his breath hitches in the back of his throat when the bulge in his sweatpants grazes your clothed pussy, dulls out the firmness of your determination in mere seconds. 

He’s already rock hard underneath the thick cotton; nudging your sopping entrance and nearly grinding himself against you. Everything is quick-paced and rushed from the excitement you're both buzzing with. The thrill and the tension to fill the room are making you suffocate on your own inhales.

“Kiba,” you whisper, heart hammering when his hands find your hips, “we shouldn’t-”

“Just a lil’ bit, sweetheart,” he mumbles dazedly in answer, spreading open-mouthed kisses across your entire jawline. You can hear how quickly he’s panting, now. “Haven’t had you in four days… Kept thinkin’ ‘bout you during work. Late at night, too.”

“That’s nice and all, but you still can’t fuck me on the kitchen counter, while your daughter is watching Netflix upstairs! Besides, I’ve already been gone for way longer than I should have.” You try to push him away, but he won’t budge. His big hand wraps around your smaller one before he moves it and places it onto his shoulder. Your eyes are practically glazed over with a thick film of lust as you watch him press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

Kiba turns to look at you expectantly as soon as he finishes placing the chivalrous affection on your skin. It takes you a while to realize that he’s waiting for you to give him a reward - the absolute bastard.

“Your pasta is gonna be overcooked,” you try to upset him lamely.

“It’s not as good as yours, anyway,” he shoots back in an instant. You can see him turn off the stove. He's clearly made his decision on what's more important.

You stare at him for a long moment, trying to ignore the way his fingers are stroking your hips the entire time. He nearly has to give you the puppy eyes before you’re rolling your own at him, ignoring the low snicker of triumph he lets out as soon as you drawl an absolutely fed-up: “Oh, fine.”

The lewd excitement to ghost over his sharp features makes you narrow your eyes at him. He’s nearly exclaiming a childish ‘Yay!’ as he slips underneath your skirt and tugs your panties down your legs when you lift your hips slightly to help him out.

He fingers the maroon lace as he places a soft kiss to your calf and stands up to his full height again. “Can I keep these, too? Red is my favourite colour.”

“I’m surprised you actually asked this time,” you bite back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when his other hand slips underneath your skirt once more. You watch as he stuffs your panties into the pocket of his sweatpants, despite that you’ve never fully agreed to him taking a second pair. 

You’ve never asked him about what he does with them. Honestly, some part of you doesn’t even want to know.

The thought is quickly whisked away from how his thick fingers trace your drenched hole now; making it tighten around the tip of his digit as soon as he prods at it to test how wet you are. The mewl you let out in response to the touch is kittenish, even though your hand is wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to push him away. 

“What,” he asks stupidly, eyes still glued to your glistening cunt. He doubts he’ll ever get over how young pussy feels like. How adorably puffy it looks; especially wrapped around a cock. His cock, specifically.

You frown from how mesmerized he seems to be. “We don’t have time for foreplay.”

This, however, does make him look up at you. You can see the worried furrow of his brow as he licks his lips. “But, it’ll hurt if I don’t-”

“It’ll hurt either way,” you retaliate, attempting to cool down the heat that sears your face, “to my misfortune, I’ve gotten myself a man who’s cursed with a monster cock.”

He muses as he fondles the subject of the matter right over his sweatpants, the action seemingly prideful. In reality, he’s trying to steady himself from nearly just busting a nut just from the way you’ve called him yours. “You say that like you don’t like it.”

“It tries to crawl up my throat whenever you fuck me and it makes my pussy hurt,” you oblige in stroking his ego further, the corners of your lips curling upwards, “what is there to like about that?”

“Well, if you hate it so much,” he mutters lowly, the tone dark and raspy as he pushes the front waistband of his sweatpants and black boxer briefs lower in one go to free himself, “then wanna tell me why are you even here?”

Kiba can see how big your pupils turn at the sight of his fat cock. How you smile and eagerly shimmy towards the edge of the counter at the thick veins and throbbing girth, as well as the way pre-cum is already leaking out of the tip when he strokes it once with his rough palm. Your short, pleated skirt is already hiked up to your waist. All signs seem to point to green from your end.

He’s hot and bothered from missing you so much, and you’re nearly pushing him into you with the help of your legs, which you still have safely wrapped around his waist. Kiba still isn’t entirely sure if the lack of foreplay is a good idea, but you seem to be fucking buzzing with immoral impatience. Besides what’s going to become of your sweet pussy, he’s also worried that you might just throw a hissy fit if he doesn’t slam you soon.

“Kiba,” you warn as if you’re able to read his mind.

“On it! Christ… Needy little girl.” The poor man nearly growls at the way your head tips back gently when he rubs the sensitive tip along your heat and covers it in gooey slick. The way he hooks it to your clit makes your insides twist from delight.

“I thought you liked how eager I am to get it, daddy,” you tease him with the title, tracing the tip of your tongue along your front teeth. However, the pearly whites are quick to sink into the inside of your cheek as soon as he pushes the first inch inside you.

The stretch burns hot from lack of stimulation, exactly how he’s warned you it would. You fight back a prolonged whine as his breathing turns shallow from the wet warmth to wrap around him.

He looks up; the warm amber shining wicked inside those honey irises of his. “I told you so.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already, Mr. Inuzuka,” you snarl at him angrily. “I’ve gotta get back to watching Stranger Things with your daughter before she starts wondering where the fuck I am.”

He chuckles as he places your hand on his shoulder once more, “Then make sure to hold on tight, sweetheart. It’s gonna be a rough ride.”

Kiba’s words ring true.

The moment your fingers find hold on his defined shoulder, they’re already clawing at the thin t-shirt from how roughly he sheathes himself inside you right to the hilt. Your walls are clenching and refusing to let him in no matter how wet you are, but he insists on making space inside the narrow capacity. Outright forces it to happen.

“Holy fuck,” he grunts, panting quietly, “I’ve missed you so much, my sweet girl.”

“Missed daddy, t-too…! Ugh…!” Your eyes are nearly crossing from the pain and how he keeps throbbing inside your lower belly. “You-... Fuck, you gotta move, Kiba. ‘s too much.”

“Right, yeah,” he mutters, scrambling to get his thoughts back in order. That first, initial push was so good that it’s making him feel light-headed in a way, but it’s the way he watches his cock disappear inside your cute cunt that really takes the cake. Your pussy is practically sucking him in. Milking him already. “Gonna… Mm, gonna start movin’ now, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good.”

“You better,” you say, a faint squeak bubbling up your throat when he pulls back and slams right back in to bottom out within you for a second time, “and you better do it quick… Jun’s gonna-... Nnh, god.”

His eyes are so glazed over that they remind you of maple syrup as you look up at him from underneath your lashes. He’s staring at the spot you connect, face red and dazed, lips parting in a series of unsteady inhales and exhales. His broad chest is heaving from how much air he’s trying to bring into his lungs.

Kiba can’t stop looking at how his dick glimmers with your sweet arousal. How the milky slick drips onto the fucking counter as he starts to thrust; nice and deep. It feels like he’s stuck in a wet dream, even though he hasn't had one of those for about thirty years.

You’re still holding onto his shoulder for dear life; nearly tearing apart the fabric of his t-shirt with your fingernails as he stretches you out and bullies your womb. He can see how badly you’re trying to fight back the moans; to swallow down the breathless curses and grunts that are attempting to erupt from your mouth every time he swings. It’s almost angelic in a way.

Your velvety walls are beginning to clench around him with the laggard ministrations he’s giving you. His palm slams flat against the counter right next to you; bicep flexing as he leans in and keeps rutting his hips nice and slow into you over and over again. It’s enough to make your toes curl. To make you grit your teeth and clench your jaw as the first waves of an upcoming orgasm start to tremble over you.

“You gonna cum already,” he taunts you with a lopsided smirk, “I’ve barely put it in, honey.”

“I’m not your honey,” you bite out, glaring at him and at the way he pulls back one band of your thigh highs and makes it snap so harshly that the plush flesh jiggles right afterwards.

“Ow.” You pout. “Kiba…”

Kiba pauses for a second at the softly hurt expression you portray, now. Something snaps within him, making his heart swell up as he looks down at you with warm eyes; at the way your body writhes on the counter from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. He's not sure if you want it quick and rough, or a bit more intimate this time around. “Do you-… Do you wanna be my honey?”

Your gaze turns even more doe-eyed. You can’t believe the nerve of him. Is he really asking you such a thing whilst he’s balls deep inside you? What the fuck! “Are you serious right now? Fuck-…! Be gentle!”

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles bashfully, easing the fervour of his thrusting, “I just get really into it when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Sweat is starting to coat your brow from how he’s straining your limits. It still hurts whenever he slams in, but the pain is good. It makes you feel alive. Present.

“Spread wide apart and takin’ my cock,” he says as he leans in to press a kiss onto your sweet mouth. He chuckles at how quickly you angle your head to kiss him better and tangle your tongue with his own. 

Your hand rests on the crook of his neck. You can feel how riddled his skin is with salt right underneath the tips of your fingers. Gods, he looks so delicious that you want to lick him all over. “What’s so funny about that?”

“Nothing, I just-...” He snickers again, shaking his head lightly with a sigh, “I should take you with me to work sometime… Make my co-workers jealous.” Ah, there it is: the arrogance you’re familiar with.

“It’d be like I’m a trophy wife of yours, kind of, huh?” Your grin is going to be the death of him. What a little brat you are.

“Yeah,” he mumbles quietly, staring into your eyes with a look you haven’t seen him give you before, “my lil’ trophy wife.”

You feel like there’s more to his tone and look than meets the eye, but resist the urge of asking him about it. Instead, you just push him towards you and kiss him so hard that both of your mouths are beginning to hurt from the fever to resonate within each kiss.

It calms down his thoughts and makes his pace and rhythm turn somewhat natural as you caress his face and stroke your palms over the stubble on his cheeks. It’s as if he knows exactly what you both need.

“Oh, daddy,” you whine quietly, eyes rolling upwards into the ceiling of the kitchen, “s'good…!”

“Yeah,” Kiba whispers, “good?”

“Always so-... So good, my lovely Kiba.”

You speak the words so softly; so gently, as if you - yourself, aren’t aware that you’ve spoken them. Like you’re a little fawn he’s just stumbled upon in the middle of a clearing of pretty flowers: resting its delicate head on top of his heavy, grubby boots. And even though he’s supposed to be the big bad wolf, you don’t seem to be frightened at all by his sharp teeth and claws.

“Sweetheart…” Kiba doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve all of this; to be worthy of such a blessing that keeps on tugging on his heartstrings, but he needs to make it stay. You make him happy and glow from within. He simply needs to cling onto that light from the sheer reason of how good it’s making him feel; of how hard he’s fighting tooth and nail to make it stay just as bright in return. “Do you maybe wanna-”

A voice resonates from upstairs all of a sudden, accompanied with a thud of a door and equally as hurried footsteps: “Daaad!”

Well, crap.

The next few seconds are a blur. All Kiba can remember is the startled little whimper you voice before he harshly pulls out of you and practically jams his still rock hard cock back inside his sweatpants. The way you part produces the lewdest sound imaginable as you scramble on top of the counter to cover yourself with your skirt. 

The new strain his own clothes provide practically hurts. Kiba feels like he’s going to burst underneath the cotton.

“Shh, shh, shh. Shit, don’t cry, hey, shh,” he tries to soothe you hurriedly as you grimace and quietly whine again, but it’s too late. Before you can even fully push away from each other and before you can even hop off the counter and wipe the sudden tears from your heated cheeks; Jun is right there in the kitchen with you.

“Yo, dad. Have you seen y/n anywhere? She’s been gone for a-...” The brunette lifts her gaze from her phone just as you’re about to unhook your legs from her father’s waist. You can see how she freezes now. How she attempts to process the sight of you sitting on the kitchen counter, with her father positioned in-between your legs.

Her mouth is still open as she slowly utters, “A… A while.”

You’re all frozen, like you’ve just fucking sprouted roots underneath the soles of your goddamn feet as you keep staring at each other completely wide-eyed. The silence is deafening. You’re just about ready to kill yourself. To kill him. And her. To spare all three of you the dread that’s currently seeping its way into all of your guts.

Kiba is the first to spring into action. The way he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand nearly makes you want to cry, because it makes Jun look sick to her stomach. You don’t even feel his touch from how numb you are as he slips from your hold and slowly starts to turn towards his daughter. 

“Hey... Hey, kid.”

His voice sounds weird. Out of breath and slightly high-pitched - just enough to crack mid-sentence and to force him to clear his throat.

You can see your best friend’s eyes flick towards the bit of maroon lace that’s peeking out of his pocket. The way Jun takes a cautious step back makes him make a face you’ve never seen before. He’s literally cringing like he’s in pain, just like she is beginning to. 

“What the fuck,” is all Jun lets out before she looks over his shoulder to look at you. You can’t even look her in the eye. The shame is too strong as you slowly slide off the counter with a petrified little bounce.

“Kiddo, c’mon.” Kiba takes another step towards her to draw attention to himself, instead. She copies him by taking one backwards. “It’s not… It’s not what it looks like. Really.”

“And what do you mean by it, dad?” The piercing sound of the confused, gasp-like laugh that climbs out of her throat makes you both visibly wince.

“Jun,” you finally dare to say, fingers flinching as you intertwine them tightly together in front of yourself, “we-we didn’t…” You can't say it. Can't finish the sentence.

“Are you fucking my dad, y/n?”

The question feels sharp like a blade; outright venomous. It’s like the exact knife you’ve just stabbed into your best friend’s back, and it makes your thoughts sizzle out. You literally feel brain-dead from the stress as you let out an idiotic: “What…?”

“You are, aren’t you,” Jun says, her initially empty stare turning into the most vicious glare you’ve ever seen another human execute, “you’re fucking my… My dad. It’s written all over your face. Both of your faces.”

“Jun,” Kiba is the one to speak her name this time around. He runs a frustrated hand over his face, ridding himself of the salt the lust had invoked earlier. “Lemme explain, okay?”

“Explain? You… You want to explain?”

“Yes. How 'bout we just take a breather, and then we can-”

“Do you even hear yourself?!” The shrill laugh she lets out now is somehow worse than the silence as she finally snaps. “What is there even to explain, old man? How-... How in the flying fuck, are you gonna explain to me that you’re slamming someone, who’s twenty years younger than you? That you’re fucking my best friend? Fucking! My fucking best friend! Oh, my god, you’re old enough to be her father. Are you two insane?! Legitimately insane?”

And with that, Jun is out of the kitchen; running back up the stairs, with her father chasing right behind her. You don’t really feel entirely present in your body as you listen to him shouting at her to 'open the fucking door' of her room, nor the banging of his fist as it nearly shakes the entire house down from how harshly he’s pounding it against the wood.

It feels like an eternity before you slowly drag yourself up the stairs, trying not to pay mind to how intensely your feet are refusing to budge. Before you can even acquire enough courage to stand in front of him, you’re already there, much to your misfortune.

His shouting had died down. How long had it been? An hour? Two?

You can't even remember taking the steps. He seems to be on the verge of tears from how broken his breathing sounds and how glossy his eyes are as you come to a stop right beside him.

“Hey.”

Kiba doesn’t say anything. 

You try placing your hand onto his shoulder, but he flinches back like you’ve just burned his skin off with the touch; like you’ve just set him on fire right through the cotton of his t-shirt. His blatant rejection makes you pull your hand back in an instant. It’s as if he’s disgusted by you: the way he takes this big, wide step away from you to cause some distance.

“Kiba…?” The waver of hurt inside your voice is prominent.

“I think it’s better if you just leave, y/n.” This is the first thing he tells you after the entire ordeal. He looks so fucking lost and defeated - as if he’s not even really there. He can’t even look you in the eyes. Can’t even bring himself to touch you.

What a coward.

“Lea-... Leave?” The little stammer makes his heart tighten, but he keeps his face passive. He can’t afford to show that he cares. Not when his daughter is on the other side of that door.

“Yeah,” Kiba grits out finally like it pains him to say the words, but he says them firmer this time around, “it’s gonna be a long night for me and my kid, so it’s better if you just went home... Get some sleep, ya know? It’s late and you’re probably tired.”

You're choking back tears again. “But my backpack-”

“I’ll swing by to bring it to ya as soon as Jun unlocks the door, okay?”

He’s trying so hard to get rid of you without telling it directly to your face, and you don’t even have to be awfully clever to see it.

The pause you give him is excruciatingly long before you finally nod, head hanging down to hide the tears, despite that he can clearly see them drip onto the carpet. On the bright side, at least you have your phone, some change and keys in the pocket of your jacket downstairs.

On the down side, it also means that there’s nothing keeping you here anymore.

So, you go.

—

Months pass and they’re tough as shit. You don’t hear anything from Jun, nor are you in contact with her father ever since that dreadful night.

Your best friend - well, ex best friend - never replied to the texts you’ve sent her, nor did she answer your calls. After the third week of constantly spamming her inbox, you finally gave up trying to reach her. She never bothered either. In a way, you’ve expected it.

As for her father: he had swung by your apartment at nearly half past one in the morning that night, exactly like he’d promised he would, whilst looking completely stone-faced and slightly pale. 

Barely a few words were exchanged before he told you that it’d be better if you broke off whatever had managed to weave itself between you - that that dreadful, morally-wrong, disgusting thing needed to go. That it was better to forget about it, and just pretend like it had never even happened at all.

Before you could have even opened your mouth to give him an answer, he was already turning away, making his way down the staircase with stiff, long footsteps, and never once glancing back to look at you.

Standing by your door, holding the backpack he had just tossed into your cold hands and attempting to collect the million little pieces of your broken heart; you’ve come to realize that in a way, you’ve expected that to happen, too.

And because of it, it’s so much harder to act normal when you stumble into him in the local grocery store nearly half a year later.

You try to do as he had told you all those months ago. Try to hang your head low and pass by him like nothing ever happened at all, but it’s him, who extends his arm and rests his hand on the shelf beside you, so that he blocks your path. Him, who stops you from walking away, exactly like he should have done the first time. Him, who seems to be ready to initiate something again.

Seconds pass as the silence between you fills with chatter of other customers and the steady beeping noise that comes from one of the busy cashier stations. Truth be told, you are beginning to feel nauseous.

“Hey.” It’s all that he says. After six sucky months: Hey.

“Evening, Mr. Inuzuka.”

You can’t look him in the eye as you inwardly cringe at how formal and small you sound. The best you can do is his chest. The winter jacket he’s wearing looks thick and is dark grey in colour, but definitely does not look like it’d be a part of his police uniform. It seems that he’s not on the job. Just your luck.

You watch as his fingers tap against the shelf. The same fingers that had been in your mouth; inside your fucking cunt. The same fingers that had stroked your cheek and booped the tip of your nose. “How have you been?”

“Huh?” Your eyes are nearly ready to pop out of their sockets. “Sorry, what?”

Kiba chuckles awkwardly. “I asked how you’ve been?”

“Uh,” you just can’t stop blinking profusely - what the fuck, “I’ve-... I’ve been doin’ okay, Sir.”

“Nice.” He sounds like a fucking android.

“Yeah,” you say thickly. You aren’t any better.

Silence. “How’s college been treating ya?”

You offer a light shrug. “Eh… Same old, same old. I’m only here for the winter holidays, since my brother is in town as well.”

“Ah, fun.” He’s smiling down at you faintly, despite that you aren't brave enough to see it.

“Yeah.” Every second of silence seems to become an aeon of its own. Until: “Hey, uh… What about… What about Jun? Is she home for the winter holidays?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Kiba says, and now his voice seems to be just a little bit tenser; a little bit more honed than it was before. “The kid’s been, uh… She’s been staying with her mother as of late.”

For half a fucking year?

“Oh.” You force yourself to look at him now. To make eye contact. “I see.” 

“Yep.” The way he pops the ‘p’ is so childish and animated. So stupid. “Been thinkin' about getting a dog… To make the place feel less lonely.”

“Good idea.”

“You think so?” Why does he even ask for your opinion?

“Mhmm... You look like you'd be a dog person.” And why do you offer it, nonetheless?

You stare at each other, studying every facial feature the other owns. Dressed in big, bulky winter clothes; he seems even bigger than you remember him being. You try to fight the way it makes your mouth dry. The way it makes you yearn to unzip that jacket and just hide underneath it as he holds you close and conceals you from the big, bad world.

You can nearly bring back his scent to memory, even. Nearly taste the gloomy forest on the tip of your tongue and experience it filling up your lungs.

“Well,” you mumble at long last, holding your basket closer to your middle like a makeshift barrier of sorts, “I should probably get going.”

He doesn’t say anything as he watches you step to the side, shoulders pushing inwards to appear even smaller in your cute little coat and winter hat. The colourful gloves are making him want to grin so broadly that his face would start to hurt.

“Nice seeing you, Mr. Inuzuka.” Wasn’t he your daddy just a few months ago?

“Yeah… You too.” And you his sweet little girl?

Kiba had planned to let you go. To let you walk away after just that same, initial hey that he’s been mentally preparing himself to send you over text for the last two months, had been executed in person instead. To go home and stroke his dick with your panties and the memory of you, like he's some sad, pathetic loser. 

He seriously planned to do it. All of it.

But as he watches your doe-like eyes fall to the ground bashfully, and the way the corners of your lips tremble into that fucking pouty frown, he just can’t stop himself. Can’t stop himself from asking:

“Hey… Do you need a ride, perhaps?”

—

God fucking damn it. You’re back inside his home again.

But you can’t bring yourself to think about the consequences. Not when his head is between your legs just as it had been half a year ago, and his chestnut curls are tickling your inner thighs as he keeps eating you out like a man gone starved. 

You’ve came into his mouth twice already. Slick and drool dribbles down his chin, but all he does is keep swiping his tongue and sucking the very soul out of your body. He’s fucking your tiny hole with his mouth, as if he’ll never get to touch a woman again. It’s making you entirely lose the composure you’ve portrayed back inside the store. Better yet, the stupid thing flew right out the window, and up into the icy night sky the moment he had placed his hand on your thigh back in the car.

And only when you’re whining his name into that same, thick darkness of his bedroom; only when your legs are physically beginning to shake from the overstimulation as you’re begging him that enough is enough, does he finally stop.

However, he only stops for long enough to pick himself up and flip you onto your stomach. Because as soon as your face ends up sinking into the same pillow you’ve slept on half a year ago, and that cute, plump ass of yours pushes high into the air; he’s on you.

You’re nearly crying a high-pitched, pitiful sort of whimper as he fills up every fucking inch of that narrow space between your walls again; nearly losing brain cells at how harshly he starts to pound into you - nice and slow and fucking hard. 

His hand finds your own on top of the crumpled, sweat-soaked bed sheet. He squeezes it so intensely that your knuckles are ready to crack from the tenacious grip. It’s as if he’s making sure that you’re really there - moaning and cussing profanities underneath him.

He’s worse than an animal. And you’re barely keeping yourself together from how fast he’s tearing you apart. He just cares for you so much and this is his own peculiar way of showing it.

Neither of you says anything. You just let your bodies speak for themselves as you moan, and grunt, and groan, and pant. As you change so many positions that every inch of your skin is drowning in sweat and every muscle is hurting from being so stretched out and pulled taut.

And as you’re cumming for a third time, completely exhausted and absolutely demolished; watching him as he palms his dick in quick, fast-paced strokes of hand just above your stomach, you smile up at him - all bright and warm.

And it makes him want to fucking burst from joy.

Before you know it, his nose crinkles as he lets out that finishing, guttural groan of absolute, devoted pleasure just a moment before his eyes roll back in the same lazy manner his head tips backwards. And as he cums all over your belly, adorning you with his seed, only then do you realize what you’ve done.

Again.

He falls on top of you, pressing his weight against you and smearing the thick ropes of cum in-between your middles. You can hear him panting, can see his broad shoulders rise and fall as you run your fingers through his hair gently. It’s completely damp from sweat.

The silence between you is so heavy, but the tension eases when you feel him kissing up your throat carefully. Staring into the ceiling of his bedroom, counting your breaths before messing up and starting all over again; you start to wonder if Jun will ever forgive you.

Knowing her for so long; you doubt she will.

“Please don’t go,” Kiba’s whisper fills your ear as his hand finds your cheek, “I’m so sorry. I made a mistake all those months ago.”

But at least her father came around.

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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stay hydrated pals

[whysojiminimnida]

Love when people bring up things JK said (and sometimes was prompted into saying) about girls when he was barely into puberty as concrete proof that he is straight. My friend group and I are nearing 30... only in the last year have a few of us had breakthroughs about our sexualities and gender identities. I still haven't reached a 'conclusion' about gender and I will probably grapple with it for years to come yet. These things are a spectrum, and they can evolve. My brother was asking out girls at 17, and out as gay at 18 - whereas my best friend, who is in a long-term relationship and only ever thought she could be straight, realised this year she is bisexual. Compared to South Korea, we live in an incredibly liberal society, where we had the luxury of figuring some of this stuff out in the open.

Who are we to hold any of these boys hostage to what they said or thought years ago as if that was the last word on the matter? JK could indeed be as straight as they come. But people trying to prove that shouldn't take his 15-year-old self's word as gospel. It's a piece of the puzzle, sure, but not the whole picture.

Thanks, nice intelligent anon, and I apologize in advance because I am about to hijack your whole post and have a whole ass Come To Jesus Meeting.

I’m so disgusted with ARMY right now. Not you, smart anon, but ARMY in general and the transphobic, queerphobic Y/N fanfiction self-inserters whose homophobia is only overshadowed by their hate for anyone JK looks at sideways.

These people out here deciding that since a playlist was trans positive it cannot have been liked by their idol. But let him say boo to a girl - a teenage girl, not a legal adult yet - and she’s getting hate for existing.

No wonder Jimin avoids most social media. Holding them hostage indeed, anon. We really have done exactly that as a collective and that is so wrong.

As a queer person I’m incredibly offended for Jungkook. What if that Genderfuck playlist had been his? What if it WAS his and we’re just getting the oops narrative? Does a queer idol who is also a lyricist not have a right to explore thoughts and feelings related to gender or identity?

Or is gender only a construct if your idol looks pretty in a skirt and keeps their ideas and feelings and identity to themselves?

And then to add insult to injury they’re gonna paint him as a predator. 25 to 19 isn’t a huge age difference in the West but in Korea it is significant. Especially since 19 is not adulthood there. So let’s just make Koo a cishet EPHEBOPHILE because that’s better than being trans or trans-questioning? OH MY GOD.

I am nauseous. And I’m sorry, anon. Your points are well made and I agree with all of them. It’s only reasonable that a closeted idol living in a conservative fishbowl might find some answers in the lyrics of trans artists, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Kim Petras? “Do Me”? 2019, anyone? Jungkook has been toying with gender for awhile and I am amazed that we seem to have not noticed this or have ignored it for so long.

But nobody thought twice about that new Spotify account UNTIL the Genderfuck playlist showed up. If that was a hacker, good for them. Way to be trans-positive and educational while shining a light on the roaches in this fandom.

Also it’s a great playlist. Whoever this hacker or JK is, they have fantastic musical taste. I said it and I’m not sorry.

But to go straight *cough* from “My Idol Can’t Have Identity Questions Or Support The Trans Community” to “My Idol Clearly Is A Straight Man Who Fucks Minor Girls” is both libelous and horrific.

That is so egregiously problematic that it makes us ALL look gross and rightly so. We have let these segments of the fandom operate without censure or consequences for too long. We’ve said just ignore them, they’ll go away. NO THEY WON’T. My inbox is living proof.

ARMY, we have toxic pathological homophobes and transphobes in our midst. And TKKers don’t get a pass here. Y’all homophobic as fuck because you’re fine with gay as long as it’s between two hot traditionally-masculine men and you get to pick the man. That’s just Y/N fanfiction only you’re getting off to two dicks instead of one.

TKKers are problematic and toxic because they reduce JK’s queerness to something they can control. There is no support for his words, or Taehyung’s. There is only sick conspiracy theory and adherence to the rainbow font red arrow lies of their leader.

Yep, y'all TKKers sent that shit to a minor female who happens to be an ARMY JK stan. JFC kids. If I were Jeon Jungkook I would take my Jimin and my dog and my retirement fund and I would buy an island, move to it, set up weekly grocery delivery and disconnect the internet. Possibly forever.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including but not limited to exhibitionism, voyeurism, semi-public sex (don't try it irl), lactating kink, tittyfucking, etc. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone or encourage)

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong couldn't keep the proud look off his face as he showed off a video of your son playing around on the piano while seated on his lap.

"I'm telling you, he's going to be a musical genius." He boasted to his closest friend, Seonghwa who watched in amazement.

"Mine so far just know how to make messes and keep their mommy and me awake at all hours of the night." Seonghwa chuckled as he gave a lighthearted pat on the bum to the woman right next to him.

"They? You already have two?" You couldn't believe it.

"What can I say? Maybe I'm just really...gifted." Seonghwa winked which had his significant other blushing intensely when he looked her way, the poor thing fanning her face before going to the kitchen to grab more water.

Seonghwa's words left you feeling curious about him and it was a night out for both of you to have fun. So why not have a little fun?

"You must really be packing a lot in there to be able to knock up a girl with 2 kids." You observed as you shamelessly looked at his crotch.

"Well if you ever get too curious I'd be happy to let you experience it firsthand." He looked at you smugly as his thumb cupped your chin.

It was rather dangerous to flirt like this with Hongjoong's best friend right in front of him, but part of you wanted to know what he'd do seeing you act like this, like how'd you'd flirt back in university. You always loved making Hongjoong jealous after all. Taking Seonghwa's hand, you brought his fingers to your lips.

"I'm curious. Very curious actually." You maintained eye contact as you took his fingers in your mouth and mimicked the tongue movements you'd often do on Hongjoong's cock.

Speaking of him, you were surprised as to why he hadn't said or done anything. Looking behind you, you realized he wasn't even there which confused you. Finally you spotted him on the couch and you dropped Seonghwa's fingers out of your mouth when you saw none other than his s/o on Hongjoong's lap.

"Hongjoong!" You angrily exclaimed yet he still had a grin on his face.

"What? I was merely trying to get closer to my friend's soon to be wife." He replied as the hands on her hips went to her ass.

Walking over to them, Seonghwa lifted his partner off the couch and promptly excused himself as he pulled her out of your apartment, no doubt to remind her of a few things. Meanwhile you stood there glaring at Hongjoong who looked unbothered.

"What? It's only ok for you to try and seduce other men?"

You huffed and were about to walk to your room but Hongjoong sat up and hugged you from behind.

"Calm down my little slut, I was only giving you a taste of your own medicine. And besides, you don't need another cock besides mine." He chuckled as he started to play with your pant's zipper.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Coming back from the kitchen, you widened your eyes as you saw that Hongjoong's a significant other was still flaunting herself to him and he was going along with it.

"This little bitch." You muttered to yourself thinking that no one heard you but someone did.

"It's frustrating isn't it?" You heard Hongjoong say right next to your ear, lips ghosting over the lobe.

"I take it a cat fight is out of the question?" You asked him.

"Actually.... I have a better idea, if you're comfort enough to help me."

Seeing his smirk and wiggling eyebrows, you knew what he was referring to and you decided fuck it. You allowed him to walk you over to the couch but it was you who pushed him onto it before straddling his lap, the dress you were wearing rising up and nearly exposing your lace panties.

"Well you're certainly not a shy one are you?" Hongjoong mused, eyes unable to look away at your chest that was right in front of his face.

"Hey, sometimes a girl's gotta get dirty to get what she wants." You bit your lip as you took his hands and guided them to your hips. Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his and swiped your tongue across his upper lip.

"Like stealing another woman's husband." You chuckled slyly.

Hongjoong wasn't planning on feeling this hot by your behavior, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. Obviously you were extremely attractive if you managed to steal Seonghwa away from his wife and Hongjoong could now see why.

"Hongjoong!" You both heard his girl shout.

"Took her long enough." You whispered in his ear, trying to contain your laughter after he not only said he was trying to get close to you but also when he squeezed your ass.

The next thing you felt was a pair of arms getting you off Hongjoong before a voice said:

"I'm sorry but we must be going now."

Seonghwa was fuming as he dragged you over into the car, his hand slamming the door loudly.

"Maybe now you'll think twice before letting someone else try to seduce you." You snorted.

"I wasn't actually gonna let her do anything." He told you, a hand rubbing his temples as he tried to calm down both his anger and embarrassment.

"Oh I know you weren't going to let anything happen baby."

Seonghwa's breath hitched when he saw your face stoop down and start to take him out of his pants. He groaned when you spat on his cock so you could begin pumping him.

"Whatever she had you fantasizing about while your fingers were in her mouth, I can fulfill it and even more."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

When Yunho said he wanted you to meet a few of his close friends, you began worrying that an event like what happened with his family would took place. But to your surprise it was nothing like that. And in fact you two weren't the only couple who had a large age difference between them, as his recently remarried friend Yeosang had a wife that was closer to your age so that comforted you.

No doubt Yunho intended for you to become friends with the lovely lady, but surprisingly you were bonding a lot more with Yeosang than anyone, and after a while it escalated to a little flirting.

"So is it true that Yunho bought your virginty?"

You nearly spat your drink out when he asked that, but you composed yourself and smiled as if nothing happened.

"Yeah and I honestly don't regret it." You responded.

"I don't think he regrets it either." He gestured over to Yunho who was happily chatting with some of the other guests.

"Did you also buy your now wife's virginity?" You figured it wouldn't be bad to ask him an embarrassing question now.

"No actually I didn't. I didn't have to. From the first moment, she wanted me like I wanted her and in the end, well...... she ended letting me corrupt her after a long game of cat and mouse." He had a fond look on his face as he began to recall all those memories.

"Well with that face I'd let you corrupt me for free." You wanted to slap your hand over your mouth when you accidentally said aloud what you thought in your head.

Yeosang quirked an eyebrow an amusement at your words.

"Oh really? You little innocent thing would let me corrupt you? Tell me, what if it had been me instead of Yunho that paid to have his way with you?" Yeosang was bold enough to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, his large veiny hands making you get wet as you imagined them undressing you.

"I'd let you fuck my pussy for free." You admitted as you began to lean into him.

Unbeknownst to you, Yunho had listened to the entire conversation and now he stepped in to pull you away from Yeosang. He looked beyond mad and you thought you fucked up for real. He dragged you into some lonely part of the park you were all gathered in and pressed you up against one of the trees. Before you could speak, his large frame trapped you as he started to pull your dress up.

"A long time ago, I paid for this little pussy of yours, isn't that right?" He harshly asked.

You nodded immediately before gasping when Yunho practically tore your panties off you, leaving your bottom half exposed for anyone walking by to see. You tried to pull your dress down, but were stopped by him.

"Don't even try it. Like I said, I paid for your pussy which means it's mine to show whenever I want....." You shuddered when he plunged two fingers in you.

"And fuck whenever I want. Just me, no one else. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

You weren't going to lie that you felt uneasy about Yunho's wife talking a little too friendly with Yeosang. Even though you tried to listen to what Yunho was saying, your eyes kept trailing back over to them, and you couldn't stop squinting your eyes at her.

"You can stop being on edge about my wife, she's not going to steal Yeosang away from you." Yunho assured you.

You looked back at him with a face that let him know he was stupid.

"Oh honey, you have no idea what a woman can be like. Don't be fooled by our innocent appearances." You warned him before looking back at Yeosang.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Judging by his tone, you knew Yunho felt offended that you meant anything remotely offensive towards his wife.

Wanting to lighten up the mood while simultaneously letting him understand your point of view, you fully turned your attention to him and smirked as you 'innocently' began adjusting his tie.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Yunho couldn't help the stammer in his voice when you came close to him.

"I'm just fixing this up for you." You answered, your voice sounding as smooth as honey.

"That's not necessary-" Yunho gulped when he tried to pull away only for you to suddenly pull him back in, your body now pressed to his, your breasts peeping out of your cleavage daring him not to stare.

"A woman may help a man tie his tie, fix his belt or..... adjust their collars simply to be nice."

Yunho stiffened and blushed red when you leaned in and whispered with a honey like voice in his ear:

"Or it's because we're trying to get you guys to fuck us."

You knew your plan worked when Yunho's eyes shot wide open and he excused himself to go stomp over to where his wife and Yeosang were. You patted yourself on the back especially when you made emphasis on the adjusting collars part, knowing that Yunho saw just as you did how his wife had adjusted Yeosang's collar before and he was not subtle about checking out her cleavage.

Your proud smile did not leave your face even when you saw Yeosang slowly approaching you. You knew he definitely saw how you were with Yunho and you were curious to see what'd he say. Humming softly, he went behind you so he could wrap his arms around your waist while his face buried itself on your neck.

"Mind telling me why you were so close with Yunho?"

Reaching a hand up to pat his hair, you answered:

"Simply teaching him a few lessons on how women seduce men."

Yeosang couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at your words. You giggled when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses along your neck.

"Yeah you're an expert in that category, aren't you?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Umm...uh Y/N?" Mingi, San's friend spoke up.

"Yeah?" You wondered what was bothering him.

He seemed unsure whether to tell you or not, whatever it was that he was trying to say. Clearing his throat, he finally decided to spit it out.

"I think you spilled something on your shirt when you went to the kitchen and didn't notice."

You were confused as you didn't remember spilling anything on yourself. Looking down at your shirt, you laughed as you realized what it actually was.

"Oh! I didn't spill anything, that's just my boobs." You blurted out.

Mingi flushed pink as it clicked on his head what you meant.

"Oh...right. San had mentioned before that you lactated a lot but I didn't think-" He stopped himself before he went further.

"Didn't think?" You pressed him to continue.

"Didn't think it'd be that much." He confessed, eyes curiously eyeing the wet stains on your shirt.

Getting turned on by another man staring at your breasts, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off of you. Slowly, you began to pull your bra up as well, your breasts popping out with a bounce that had Mingi biting his lip. San came in to find you topless and with his friend admiring your tits and although he'd usually be very jealous, something about it made him get aroused.

"My wife's tits are so pretty aren't they Mingi?" He startled you both when he made his presence known.

"God yes." Mingi couldn't lie.

"Maybe you should taste them." San suggested as he reached for one of them and squeezed it so a bit of milk would come out of it.

Mingi hesitated but after San reassured him it was fine, the giant male latched his mouth onto one of your breasts, sucking on it fervently. If you thought it couldn't get any better, soon San joined in, taking a hold of your other breast and taking it into his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned loudly as both men sucked on your breasts, your hands cupping the back of their heads to push them further into your chest.

"Just watch Mingi, she can literally cum untouched by just having us breastfeed from her." San chuckled in between his suckling.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"I should cut off your balls." You threatened Mingi as he confessed to you what had transpired the day before at San's house.

"Honey please don't do that. At least you heard it from me, doesn't that count for something?" He pouted at you as he tried to hug you.

"Yeah it counts for getting it sliced off in one whole strike instead of piece by piece." You grunted as you evaded his embrace.

"Ok, what's it going to take for you to forgive me? Ask for anything. If you even wanna withhold kinky times from me, I won't even blame you."

You actually thought long and hard about how to get back at Mingi. Just what could possibly make you get even with him after he confessed to sucking on his friend's wife's tits? The light bulb went off in your head at once.

"Can you ask your friend San to come over?"

Although he was confused by your request, he nonetheless did as you asked and called him over. San was just as confused, but he figured he was probably there to help his friend out and apologize for what happened and take responsibility. But what he was not expecting was for you to throw yourself on him and start seducing him right in front of Mingi, who was equally shocked.

"You got to have your fun with his wife yesterday right? I think it's only fair he gets to have fun with your wife, don't you think Mingi?" You smirked over at him.

San was hissing and grunting as he layed on your bed, watching intently as his cock was buried deep in between your boobs. Every time his head popped out, you made sure to stick your tongue out to further stimulate him.

"You seem to have a thing for breasts Sannie." You teased as you began to fuck him between your boobs even faster.

"Oh fuck!" San cried out as he tried to keep himself from cumming.

"Mingi also likes a good tittyfuck every now and then, but he's more of an ass man above all."

You looked over at Mingi, who sat quietly on a chair in front of you both, watching it all go down with a tent in his pants.

"Mingi come fuck my ass." You suddenly told him.

"Are you serious?" Mingi widened his eyes.

"I just got done saying how you're an ass man and I'm feeling empty. Now are you going to stay sitting down or are you going to join in?"

In minutes, Mingi had gotten up and had stripped himself off his clothes, and now he was positioning himself right behind you, cock twitching at fucking your ass while your breasts fucked his friend.

"You really are a kinky little lady."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wait, you met Y/N where?"

Wooyoung wasn't surprised to hear the disbelief in Jongho's voice as they shared stories about how they met their current significant others.

"In the strip club I frequented. She was one of the dancers there." He repeated himself.

"What? Did she drop her panties onstage and you immediately bought a ring?" Jongho teased him.

"One, we're not married...yet. And two, I actually had to get her alone to be able to see her with no clothes on. And fuck when I did, I decided to snatch her away before anyone else got a chance to." He admitted.

"Was she that enticing to you?" Jongho questioned him.

"Trust me, she's the type of woman who can dance her way into a man's heart. Or pants." Wooyoung boldly stated.

"I doubt she could dance into mine." Jongho firmly said.

"Oh really? You think so? Wanna bet on it?"

Wooyoung didn't hesitate to pick up his phone and call you right away. Hearing his mischievous tone, you knew he was up to something. When he asked you to come over to his office in one of your old costumes from your exotic dancer days, you got a hint as to what it could be and it excited you to think about it.

You came into his office, thinking he wanted a private show but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that he wasn't alone. You looked at Wooyoung, asking for an explanation.

"Baby I hope you don't mind but.... I wanted you to put on a little show for my dear old friend here." Wooyoung shifted in his seat.

You were about to scold Wooyoung for even thinking of such an idea, but Jongho spoke up first.

"She can try all she wants, but I doubt she'll be effective in seducing me."

You scoffed at the man's words and at that moment you wanted nothing than to wipe that smug look off his face. Setting your phone on the desk and pressing play, you walked right in front of Jongho and let the long trench coat fall of your body, revealing the glittery lingerie you were hiding. Although Jongho tried to remain stoic, you could see that the corners of his lip twitched slightly when you began to dance.

You felt proud of yourself when it seemed you were finally getting him to break as you rolled your body on top of him, your hips mere inches from actually grinding down on his crotch.

"Can I touch her?" Jongho finally blurted out, nails clawing the couch underneath him.

Wooyoung and you both exchanged a triumphant look when he asked that.

"Only if you admit I won the bet, then I'll even let you fuck her."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Are we really doing this right here?" You giggled as Jongho continued to mark kisses across your neck as he pushed you onto the desk behind you.

"Can't help it. I just really wanted you now." He winked when he came back up to cup your face and hungrily kiss your lips.

You found it odd that Jongho was suddenly getting frisky with you while at work. He'd never ever approve of you two risking getting caught doing something inappropriate during work hours. But you figured it was because back then you two were a secret and now almost everyone knew you two were married. So you just didn't think too much of it and instead enjoyed as his strong hands gripped your thighs and spread them apart so he could fit himself in between your legs.

Just as you two were getting lost in each other, the door opened and someone came in.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" A man whom you had never met before asked as he seemed embarrassed about walking in on you two.

"Oh, not at all Wooyoung. In fact I was expecting you right at this time, after all, I did call you here."

Jongho looked so unfazed about having his friend walk in, in fact, he looked almost too happy about getting caught like that, it was so unlike him. Just as you slid off the desk and began adjusting yourself, Jongho stopped you.

"Wooyoung? Remember the other night? When you let your little exotic dancer give me a lap dance?"

You widened your eyes when he said that, hearing that for the first time.

"Among other things." Wooyoung nodded.

Taking your hand, Jongho slowly walked you over to where Wooyoung was seated.

"Well.... I think it's time you let me return the favor."

Before you could even guess what was happening, Jongho sat you on Wooyoung's lap, your back pressed against his chest.

"I left her wet and bothered so I think she'd really appreciate it if you helped her out." Jongho winked at you before stepping back to his desk to get a better view.

You whimpered when you felt Wooyoung's hands slide up your shirt to cup your breasts.

"Are you ok with this babygirl?" He asked you.

Having Jongho watching you intently and being left needy by him, you didn't hesitate to let his friend know that you were more than ok with him touching you, which delighted him and Jongho as well.

"Don't hold back on her, she likes it rough."

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