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healinghyunjin · 1 year

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Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader (fem)

Genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; mafia!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of blood; explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (seriously guys - don’t do what they do here, in terms of protection or consent), loss of virginity (graphic)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’ve been gone for a really long time, I know - but I’m finally making my way back to this blog and to writing again. I have a few fics in the pipeline, but here’s my first new release! It’s a very different style/genre/length from what I’ve posted here before; it’s a bit darker in tone and less fluffy (all’s well that ends well though lol) - so feedback and thoughts are extra extra appreciated!

Summary: Sheer good looks aside though…you’d seen his face on the news. What was his name? You remembered that it was something elegant, soft on the lips - a name that didn’t seem to fit the cruel, hardened mafioso it belonged to.

It was only when those cold icy eyes locked with yours, gaze chilling even from all the way across the bar, that it finally came to mind.

Hwang Hyunjin.

You looked pathetic, you supposed.

Sitting painfully alone, ignored in the midst of this packed club, idly stirring a drink you hadn’t taken a sip of, hadn’t even wanted in the first place. Your so-called date had foisted it on you…before he realized that plying you with alcohol wasn’t going to affect his chances of getting any either way, and quickly left to try his luck elsewhere.

And it was just as well. You really weren’t cut out for this type of stuff. You’d never been, honestly - you’d gone to a few parties in college, gone on even fewer dates, and done nothing that ended up with you going home with someone. Your roommate had finally had enough though, and that’s how you’d ended up here.

“Go have some fun for once,” she’d said. “You need to lose that V-card before your tits start sagging, love.” And before you could even think of an adequately snippy response, she’d thrown a phone number at you - a friend of a friend of a friend, supposedly - and sashayed out of your room, hollering behind her that she’d be out all night, so you could bring anyone you wanted home with impunity.

You’d snorted, shaking your head. You? Bringing someone home? With your dating skills and general luck, you were probably gonna bring home a serial killer - if you even managed to hit it off with anyone in the first place.

Still, you’d let her squeeze you into a pretty pink bandage dress and ridiculously high heels and send you on your way...just for it to go exactly as you’d thought it would.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself off your seat, attempting to wade your way back to the bar. You could do with a tall glass of water - and maybe something a little stronger, something that you actually liked - before retreating back to the sanctuary of your own four walls and soft bed.

Even in the hazy lighting of the club, punctuated only by disorienting strobes, it was obvious that there was something strange going at the bar. The sweaty, suffocating cluster of humans on the dance floor came to an abrupt end, with no one occupying the empty space right next to them. This section of the bar was jarringly, eerily empty, seats and counter all open - except for four men, lounging about like they owned the place.

You knew better - you really did. But still - you found yourself pushing closer and closer, straight to the outskirts of the crowd, until you could get a clear view. Three of them were turned away from you, leaving you nothing to see other than broad shoulders and backs, straining against tight leather jackets. As for the fourth, however…

The first thing to catch your eye, unique and beautiful, even in the dim lighting, was a gorgeous black and blue tattoo, winding its way around the neck of its equally striking owner. Sheer good looks aside though…you’d seen his face on the news. What was his name? You remembered that it was something elegant, soft on the lips - a name that didn’t seem to fit the cruel, hardened mafioso it belonged to.

It was only when those cold, icy eyes locked with yours, gaze chilling even from all the way across the bar, that it finally came to mind.

Hwang Hyunjin.

You knew you should probably stop. Men like that hurt people for just glancing at them the wrong way - and here you were, having a staring match with the most ruthless of them all.

And that’s how you found yourself in the alley behind the club, pinned against the rough brick wall - with Hyunjin pressed between your legs. He was everywhere - his lips ravishing yours with hot, predatory kisses; one hand hungrily palming your breasts, the other hiking up your dress, trailing along your sodden panties. He moaned a curse against your lips as he felt just how wet you were for him.

“You’re ruining me,” he groaned, hand hastily dragging away from your chest to wind around your waist, pulling your lower half against his firmly. “Tell me what you want, angel,” he murmured before breaking off into a hiss, clutching at you as your hips bucked against his.

“More,” you moaned. Your untouched, unexperienced self was overwhelmed by this man. You were stone-cold sober, your drink abandoned untouched back at the bar, but you were positively high off him, addicted to the way he was making you feel. “Whatever you want to do to me - just more.”

He laughed, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the side of your head. “You’re gonna regret that.” And he immediately made to deliver on his promise. You gasped as he flicked the embarrassingly large wet spot marring your panties, nail dragging tortuously against your clit, before drawing aside the gusset, running his fingers through your wet folds.

You couldn’t help but whimper. “Please.”

“Begging now, huh?” He barked out a laugh, but seemed ready to comply. As he dove in for a messy, passionate, soul-consuming kiss, long fingers of one hand still working your clit, you faintly heard the metallic clink of his belt buckle, the rustle of his clothing, the small sigh of relief he let out against your lips as he freed his cock from its confines.

“Last chance, angel,” he groaned out, head falling back in pleasure as his hard, hot length slid against your folds. “I’m not gonna hold back after this.”

“I still want it - want you,” you whispered back. “I can take it.”

Those plush lips curved into a wicked, almost malicious smirk. “Good.” And with no further ado, he slammed himself home deep in your cunt.

A soft cry of pain escaped your lips. It stung - but within a second, past the initial resistance, the pain had ebbed away, replaced by a curious pressure, a blossoming sensation of fullness unlike anything you’d felt before.

Hyunjin, however, froze.

You knew he’d probably felt that thin tissue - your so-called “innocence” - give way. With ominous slowness, he slid his fingers to the place where you were connected and lifted them up to the light. In the harsh gleam of the streetlights above, the faint traces of blood - your blood - marring his pale skin was obvious.

And when he looked at you again, those ice blue eyes were mask-like, unreadable once again.

“You know who I am, don’t you, sweetheart?” The endearment sounded like a curse in his mouth; his tone - stiff, chillingly empty - sending a small shiver down your spine. All you could do was nod, silently.

“Then you must be out of your fucking mind,” he hissed, fingers biting painfully into the meat of your hip, body still pressed heavily into yours. “The hell are you doing giving someone like me something this precious?”

“It’s…it’s not though?”

Hyunjin raised a challenging eyebrow at you.

“I mean…yes, I’ve never been with anyone before, but why does it matter?” Your words came out in a gasp, almost jumbled - mind and body craving what had been so abruptly interrupted, the pull strong enough for you to blurt out your true feelings…all of them. “I want you, Hyunjin - I want you, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”

The iciness of Hyunjin’s gaze wavered, melted just a smidge. His death grip on your hip morphed into a heavy, possessive pressure; his thumb started rubbing circles into that sensitive crease separating your thigh from your waist. “Why?”

You could barely string the words together at this point - but you knew they had to be said. “I…I was alone, you were surrounded by your boys b-but - something made me feel like you were the only person in this club who felt the same…the same loneliness that I did.”

At that, his fingers stilled. Hyunjin’s eyes searched yours carefully - looking for what? You didn’t know. But whatever he found…it seemed to be satisfactory. For those long arms wound tightly around you once again, hiking you higher against the rough wall.

“Fine. You can have it your way, angel.” And as his head dipped to your neck, lips bruising the signs of his lust onto your skin, a choked moan spilled forth from your lips as those slender hips snapped into yours - pushing his cock further into you, balls deep, stretching your sensitive walls beyond belief.

“So fucking tight,” he murmured hoarsely, now driving himself into you in a steady, punishing pace. “How much would it take to fuck you loose for the first time, hmm? Maybe I should take you home and test it out,” he mused, a chuckle just this side of unhinged bubbling forth from his lips. “Tie you down and fuck this sweet little pussy until it’s swollen and red and aching.” Even just the thought made you involuntarily clench down on him, drawing what was almost a growl out of his throat. “Such a good girl.”

And you? You were lost. With just a small shift in angle, Hyunjin’s cock was now sliding right against that sweet spot, deep inside you, his pubic bone grinding deliciously against your clit. The feeling of his lithe body caged in between your thighs, crushing you in against the wall; the sinful trail of fire his mouth was leaving along the delicate skin of your neck, your throat…if you’d known that this, this is what sex was like - you would’ve had it long, long ago.

…But a little voice told you that - this might just be sex with Hyunjin that felt like this.

And with that, it wasn’t long before you shattered in his arms, heels digging into his back as the peaks of your pleasure rolled over you - only to scream as Hyunjin’s large hands slammed you down against him, impaling you fully on his cock as, with a throaty groan, he filled you full, hot cum splattering against your sore, sensitive walls.

There was a beat of silence, with only the sounds of heavy breathing to break the still. As you leaned your head back against the wall, struggling to come back down from your high, you could feel Hyunjin’s gaze burning through you.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, as if just to himself. You blinked your eyes open to see him watching you - but something about the way he was looking at you had changed. Where before they’d been fiery, filled with unambiguous lust, desire, cockiness - that frenzy had given way to something more…profound. Like he was trying to see you, see through you - see you for who you really were.

You hated to break the moment - but now that you weren’t burning up with lust, the very physical ramifications of being fucked up against a wall were making themselves known to you. You danced your fingers over Hyunjin’s collarbone. “Can you…”

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, hands surprisingly gentle as they cupped your thighs, supporting your weight as he let you down from the wall. When you stumbled on landing, the strength in your legs failing you, he steadied you against him.

“Does it hurt?” His voice was gruff, clearly masking some emotion he didn’t want you to see.

“Pretty sore, yeah,” you admitted with a wry smile. “But hey - makes it more memorable, right?”

It seemed like he wasn’t expecting that flippant of a response from you, for the next thing he blurted out was - “Romantic fool.”

You could tell he hadn’t meant to be so abrasive, a cloud of regret immediately passing over his face, but you knew what he meant.

“It’s okay,” you told him, shrugging it off. “I know I am and that I shouldn’t-”

You stopped when you felt soft fingers under your chin, lifting your head back up. Hyunjin looked deep into your eyes, the corner of his plush mouth upturned in a crooked smile. “It takes one to know one, angel.”

He bit his lip, hesitating. It looked he wanted to, was about to say something more - but then…

“Well, well…and what do we have here? A stray dog rutting in an alleyway, tsk tsk...” An arrogant, menacing voice called out from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps - of more than one person.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin spat out, blue eyes narrowed in icy fury. “These assholes don’t know what’s good for them.” You watched as he transformed in front of you, back into that cold, dangerous - honestly sexy - mafioso.

“You need to get out of here, angel - I don’t want those fuckers to get even a glimpse of you.” Hyunjin passed his hands over you, quickly, efficiently straightening out your clothes and his. “Can you do one thing for me? Run back to the boys and tell them that the fucking pirates are sailing in. I’m gonna need backup here.” You nodded quickly, knowing you - and he - didn’t have much time.

Just as you turned to run away though, Hyunjin caught your hand in his, stopping you. “I…I’ll come find you, okay?” His voice was pitched low, serious in tone. You could tell he meant what he said…at least, for now. You murmured a soft agreement before making your escape.

Luckily, Hyunjin’s boys were still where you left them. You decided to go up to the one in the middle, the one with muscles straight out of a GQ magazine, who was watching you waddle back into the bar with a knowing smirk plastered across his face.

Bicep Boy - you might as well call him that - spoke first. “Boss still recovering?”

You felt yourself flush with embarrassment. For a brief second, you wondered what they thought of you - wondered how many times they’d seen Hyunjin do this exact thing. The thought sent a sudden shudder of jealousy through you - but that wasn’t important right now.

“No - he, um, he sent me to get you guys. There’s a few guys outside…and he wanted me to tell you that, uh, the pirates are sailing in?”

You startled back as their relaxed, nonchalant attitude disappeared in a flash, the three of them jumping to their feet immediately. “Fucking hell,” the man in front of you hissed, looking pissed as he fished around for a tip to throw on the bar. “Those motherfuckers just can’t stay in line, can they?”

“Wait…” the man next to him, almost drowning in a fancy mink coat, piped up abruptly. “If hyung sent her back to us…does someone need to walk her back?” The three men paused for a second, the weight of their gaze prickling as they turned to look at you again, size you up.

“No no,” you protested. “I’ll take care of myself - they couldn’t have gotten a good look at me anyways. I’d rather you go back Hyunjin up...make sure nothing happens to him.”

From their approving looks, you’d clearly passed some sort of test. “Take this then,” the third man, silent until now, shoved a ball of fabric into your hands - Hyunjin’s abandoned coat. “That dress stands out too much - and I’m sure the boss’ll be getting it back from you soon.”

And with a surprisingly warm, friendly smile - he and the others were off.

You were left standing at the bar, with an expensive, bulky coat in your arms and the eyes of most of the club on you. With nothing else to do, you slunk your way out of the club, just as you had looked forward to doing just a short while ago…

But why did it now feel so disheartening?

And…here you were. Alone, at home, on a weekend night - again.

You’d just curled up on your couch, idly watching TV - not because you particularly wanted to, but more because sleep had deserted you. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could feel was the ghost of Hyunjin’s touch - his body against yours, his lips, his fingers on your body.

You shook yourself off. Maybe some ice cream would help, you mused, shoving off the blankets you’d just tucked yourself into to get up.

But then - the doorbell rang.

For a second, you froze. You and your roommate never really had visitors…and the fear that maybe someone had followed you home from that alleyway flitted through you.

On the other hand though…what if it was him?

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door. Keeping the chain hooked, you slowly pulled it open, just a crack - and were immediately rewarded with the sight of those already familiar, icy blue eyes.

Hyunjin.

“I’ll…I’ll leave this second if you want me to,” he started, fingers fidgeting with his bracelets. “But I just felt that we left some things…unfinished back there.”

You agreed, but even if you didn’t - you weren’t going to miss out on this.

Quietly, you let him in. Even though you were positive shit went down after you left, Hyunjin looked perfectly fine - statuesque, just as before. When you gestured to an armchair, he shook his head. “I think I want to stay standing for now.”

Your heart sunk. Maybe seeking you out, coming all the way to your apartment…wasn’t to make the gesture that you thought. Maybe this was just an apology, an attempt to tie things off between you, neatly, permanently, with a bow on top. Maybe…

Shuffling slowly back to your couch, you sat down and waited for him to speak.

“I…I don’t do this often. I know what it might look like, but…I don’t really sleep around, chase after women just looking for a quick fuck. That’s not who I am…and that’s not what I want you…or this to be.”

At your sharp inhale, he took half a step away from you - his eyes solemn, searching yours to see what he could find. He bit his lip. “This is so selfish of me, I know…but I’d-I’d like to see you again. Take you out somewhere, more formally…as you deserve.”

“Why is that selfish?” A little bud of hope had flowered in your heart…but you were still confused by his hesitance.

He took a second to respond. “You’ll be a target, you know,” he murmured quietly, gazing down at his clasped hands. “I know a lot of dark people - and they wouldn’t give a shit about…using you to get at me. Being seen with me, being with me…you’ll never feel safe again.”

Slowly, you stood up and walked over to him. Standing right in front of him without your heels, without the wall hiking you up against him, you had to tilt your head back to actually look at his face full on - though his eyes still wouldn’t meet yours. And so, you did, running your hands carefully up his arms to rest on his shoulders.

“Then why do I feel the safest I’ve ever been, Hyunjin, standing here in front of you?”

At that, his head snapped up, finally looking at you directly.

“I want to try this,” you told him, your voice calm and steady. “I would love to…do something more formal with you too. And…” your voice wavered, as you gathered your confidence in turn, “maybe you could stay with me for a bit tonight too?”

You wished you had a camera to capture how Hyunjin’s face lit up - how those plush lips curved, eyes crinkled up in a genuine, warm smile. “I would love to.” You felt your heart stutter, your own lips curving in response.

“Well then,” you dusted your hands off, putting on a business-like air for him. “Let’s get you settled first. Want me to make you something? Or is there anything you want to make?”

“I’m useless in a kitchen,” he told you, cracking a sheepish grin. “But I can whip up a mean ice cream sundae.”

So, that’s what he did. You let him make you that sundae - which really was good. You sat side-by-side and watched three episodes of drama, sharing your ice cream in increasingly comfortable, companionable silence. Hyunjin didn’t need to know how much of that time you spent watching him, your lips quirking at just how caught up he got in the show.

You let him take you back to your bed, let him thoroughly, passionately destroy any innocence you had left with every weapon he had at his disposal - his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his cock. Once you’d gotten your fill of each other - once you let him take you and take you again until your cunt was sore and swollen, your thighs quivering from exhaustion - you laid there together in your bed - naked, your head on his chest, his arm tentatively, carefully wrapped around your waist.

And then…he talked. About how he’d dreamed of being a painter, an artist one day…before his world as he knew it went up in literal flames. About how he would gladly kill - and die - for his boys, his strays, who’d banded around him, put their trust in him when he was nothing. About how being the boss, being the top was lonely - was stressful, painful and exhilarating, all at once.

By the end, you could tell he was exhausted; his body had drifted down against yours, his head now cocooned against your breasts, and you both were doing your best to pretend the droplets of moisture on your chest were sweat. But still, he listened to you too, never making you feel like your problems - your purposelessness, your friendlessness, your inability to make your own dreams reality - were too mundane or unworthy, even compared to his.

Finally, you let him pull your weary body against his, curl his lanky torso around yours. “I’ve never slept the night in someone else’s bed before,” Hyunjin offered up, voice soft and vulnerable in your ear. “That makes two of us,” you whisper back, running your fingers up and down the arm wrapped around your waist. He tugged you a little closer in response - and closer still as he fell asleep, taking you underneath with him.

Part of you had been nervous about going to sleep - in case you woke up just to find that…this had all been a dream. That you were alone, as always, in your cold bed - that you had no lover to wake up to.

Those fears were dashed the second you woke up and felt Hyunjin’s warm presence still behind you. You rolled over slowly - only to find him already awake, watching you with a small smile. He was a study of contrasts in the pale morning light: soft, pouty lips; mussed hair - bruised knuckles; dark, swirling tattoos. He was beautiful, and - at least, for this morning, for now - he was yours.

You shoved him headfirst in to the shower, and while he cleaned up and squeezed himself back into those delectably tight clothes from last night, you worked your ass off to make a feast for breakfast. It was worth it though - at least, the shy eye smile, the soft “thank you” that he gave you in response...it was worth it.

And that’s how your roommate found you when she came back: the two of you perched on your rickety kitchen stools, Hyunjin’s arm now wrapped comfortably around you as the two of you giggled over a drunk video - a music video? - Bicep Boy (Hyunjin had laughed at you, telling you his name was Changbin) and the other two had fucked around shooting last night.

“Oh!” She gasped. You whipped your head around to watch her do a literal double take at the sight of you and Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stood up with a yawn, deliberately stretching himself to his full height. “I was just leaving.” You bit back a grin - sure, he might be shy, introverted at his core…but when he wanted to, Hyunjin definitely knew how to put on a show. So you just smiled fondly as, with a lascivious little wink, he leaned down to give you a whopping goodbye smooch, with tongue for good measure. He’d clearly listened to your retelling of your roommate’s role in this whole ordeal.

“Bye, angel. I’ll text you.” And with a poignant look and a final squeeze of your hands, Hyunjin was off. You almost wanted to pinch yourself as another test, again. But before that - you had something - or someone - to deal with first.

“Is that…”

“Yes,” you nodded. “The date you set me up with…didn’t pan out, but I ran into Hyunjin at the same club.”

“Looks like you did a little more than run into him alright,” a small, teasing smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. “That’s funny though. I used to…see one of the other guys from SKZ, a long while back…” she trailed off, lost in thought for a second. “It’s a long story,” she sighed, “but anyways…” She shook her head, turning her attention back squarely to you. “You and Hwang Hyunjin, eh? How’d it happen?”

“It’s a long story,” you smiled back up at her, before taking a deep breath. If you’d gained any perspective from what you’d spilled to Hyunjin last night, it would be that the only person who could lift you out of your loneliness…was you. “Wanna talk about it over breakfast?”

She stilled for a second, but you watched happily as a slow smile crept across her face.

“Let’s do it.”

As you got up to make her a plate, you heard a relatively unfamiliar sound - your phone buzzing from not just one, but multiple texts.

> Hyunjinnie: Same time, same place this Friday?

> Hyunjinnie: If I can make it that long without you…

> Hyunjinnie: ❤️

You didn’t think your heart still had flutters left to give after everything that had happened…but here it was, flittering away. You responded in kind, telling Hyunjin you’d be counting down the days on your end too - and that was the honest truth.

You’d just sat down again, about to pick up your fork, when your phone let out one final buzz.

> Hyunjinnie: (Oh, and bring that roommate of yours too. I’m sure your ~Bicep Boy~ would be happy to see her 😉)

It took everything you had in you to keep a delighted giggle from spilling out past your lips. You eyed your roommate, who had a faraway look in her eyes as she methodically buttered her slices of banana.

Things sure were gonna be interesting around here - and you were so looking forward to keeping it that way.

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zbase1 · 9 months

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kisses with zerobaseone

genre: fluff

warnings: kithing (mwAh), swearing (buckle up lads), slightly suggestive in zhang hao and matthew's sections

author's note: this is my first fic on this blog 😳 hope you guys like it hehe

jiwoong

— confident king 😼😼

— knows how to make you swoon with his expeessions

— i mean, he didn't take all those acting lessons for nothing

— makes it super dramatic every time he wants to kiss you

— "my lips are lonely, mind if they meet yours?"

— "jiwoong is that really necessary"

— smiles throughout kisses AHHHH

— likes to give you forehead kisses before you go to sleep

zhang hao

— i am a firm believer that zhang hao's love language is physical touch 🗣️

— approaches you from behind with a back hug whenever you're cooking

— and he just starts lightly kissing your neck hello?????

— so you turn the stove on a lower setting before turning around to face him with your hands on your hips

— "what do you think you're doing hao?"

— "what i'm just showing my affection" 🤷🏻‍♀️

— but then zhang hao does NOT break eye contact with you and takes a step towards you which makes you very flustered

— he likes to put his hands on your shoulders so he can pull you closer to his body FHJSKDBSK

— i think kisses with hao would be very gentle and romantic

hanbin

— so so so sweet

— always asks for your permission to kiss you and makes sure you are comfortable

— it's also tradition of hanbin's to drive you back home and then kiss you before you get out of the car

— likes to hold both of your hands while kissing you

— holds you so gently honestly you forget your hands are in his

— hanbin's lips would feel so soft

— kissing him would feel like you're floating on a fluffy cloud during a pink and orange sunset

— "y/n you have really pretty eyes"

— "i could say the same about you, hanbin"

— overall so sweet and wholesome im screaming what a gentleman !!!

matthew

— you and matthew would be on a picnic date in this cute little park

— he's cronching on some green grapes obnoxiously (endearingly) loud

— "matthew chill brah you're gonna fucking choke on a grape sooner or later"

— "nuh uh" ☝🏻

— you guys would be lying down next to each other on the picnic blanket, cloud watching

— you feel a pair of eyes watching you instead of at the sky, so you turn your head and matthew's face was RIGHT THERE (jumpscare)

— he just giggles at your reaction and places a hand under your chin and kisses you

— will melt if you play with his hair

— also bonus i think matthew would enjoy french kissing (do what you want with this information)

taerae

— gives you a huge smile every time you guys are about to kiss

— his dimples oh my god

— we must stay focused brothers ‼️

— your favorite thing to do is to distract taerae while he's playing pubg

— "what y/n i'm trying to heal my teammate right now"

— you'd say nothing but just wrap your arms around him and his gaming chair from behind and steal a kiss on his cheek and run away

— taerae would calmly turn around, remove his headset, and bolt after you like a man on a mission

— "GET BACK HERE you made me lose !!"

— i'm sorry but i think out of the members taerae would have the crustiest lips (i say this out of love)

ricky

— ricky is usually too shy to make the first move, but when it came to your first kiss with him, oh boy

— it was the evening before prom and he had a sudden surge of confidence

— you would be getting ready and helping him tie his tie

— naturally, the distance between you two became closer

— you see ricky's eyes staring at your lips

— so you close your eyes, expecting him to kiss you

— until he doesn't.....

— "you know, they call me rizzard of oz"

— "stfu and kiss me ricky"

— also !! ricky thinks it's so cute how you have to tiptoe to reach his height !!

— pro tip: wear strawberry lip balm and he will literally gravitate towards you 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

gyuvin

— blushy baby omg

— loves when you kiss his cheek

— but the first time yall kissed, it was a disaster 😟

— bc the mf accidentally bOnked his head into yours while leaning in

— "oW gyuvin why you gotta be so damn tall"

— "and why you gotta be so short, y/n?? you're closer to hell than i am"

— despite the bickering and Hard fumble, it was a good kiss regardless

— that night, gyuvin giggled to himself and kicked his feet while laying in his bed trying to fall asleep, but he can only think about you

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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Hi, what do you think Chris and his characters would be like (if they were real except Chris) in bed and with their partner

Hi! I'm gonna use this as an excuse to write about Andy, Ari, and Ransom specifically because, well...

You know why 👀

(Also because I'm not honestly that familiar with a lot of Chris characters because I'm a terrible person to be in a film fandom, accounting for the fact that I don't really enjoy watching movies haha)

Steve and Chris himself not accounted for because I already have major love for them on the blog. The following is all x-reader type content with kinky 💫spice💫

Hope you enjoy!

Also... stay all the way through Ransom's part is my favorite

Andy Barber

Andy is the KING of, oh, you're stressed? I can fix that. Lemme fix that for you, honey. Grabbing at you and using his strength to hoist you up and carry you to the next place he can lay you out over or even the nearest wall if he doesnt want to go that far. He loves to use his strength. Big but gentle. Always making sure to not drop you too hard or grab you too hard (even though you wouldn't mind harder 👀).

However, funnily enough, when it comes to his own stress, Andy seems to forget that it can be melted away through a good fuck too. And because of that, you often end up coming to him- approaching him to get his mind off things. Offering yourself up. Openly or sneakily, approaching him when he's vegging out in his favorite recliner or crawling under his desk 😏

The best way to de-stress Andy is regular old fucking. He gets off hard on toys and kink when he's not simply aching to blow off steam, almost boiling over, but yeah when he's stressed... he fucking loves being on top. He loves plowing into you, over his home office desk, over your kitchen counters, or even on one particularly memorable occasion the dining room table. He likes it a little rough with your hands in his hair, tugging his careful style into hella fucking bedhead, or with your nails raking down his back. Either way, you've always got your ankles crossed over the small of his back, hanging on tight because he loses his mind when buried inside of you.

"Best fucking cunt I've ever had," he moans, lips loose. It should be dirty, raunchy, stupid porn-talk but coming out of his mouth you know it's not. He really, really fucking gets off on being inside you. "Squeezin' me so tight, honey," he pants, resting his forehead against yours as his hips hit against you, "feelssogood," he groans, eyes squeezed shut tight, a divot between his eyebrows almost like you feel so good it's making him feel physical pain. "Should keep you here all, guh, all the time. Keep you ready for me, so I can have you whenever I want. You'd do that for me, right, honey? Lemme get inside you whenever I need you. Need you all the time, God, honey. S'good."

Always groaning and mouthing hungrily at your throat and shoulders and chest. But at the same time, if you grab at his shoulders or, hell, if you accidentally wrap your hand around his throat when trying to throw your arms around his neck, moaning, "ah-! Oh, God, Andyy!"

He is fucking done for.

He's swearing and losing control of his hips inside of you, seconds from orgasming.

When not stressed (and taking it wonderfully, consentually, out on you), Andy is a kinky motherfucker though. His favorite is semi-public shit. He loves opening you up, pressing in a toy of some sort to you, and then parading you out in the outside world. Staking his claim on you with a big, big hand on your lower back, warm and only slightly demanding in the way he guides you through parties or work events or the store. He can't wait to get you home, or, more realistically, back to the car... or to your hotel room... or to the nearest bathroom if he's really desperate. He can't wait to get you alone and get his hands on you- his hands feeling like mitts on your body. Big and broad and always bringing pleasure whether he's just touching you- caressing you, fingering you, or spanking you.

Also for whatever reason I think his favorite sex toy - if you have a vagina - would be jiggle balls. Dumb name but, basically, what this sex toy is, is a set (usually) of two ball shaped silicone or metal objects that are connected and can be safely put into and pulled out of the vagina. The fun part of them though is that there's another smaller, weighted ball inside of the outer ball. Meaning, when you move the weighted ball inside the outer ball moves too. It, like the name suggests, jiggles. Sort of like a vibrator that you activate yourself to torture yourself in public - secretly in public, of course - Andy would get off on seeing the way you abruptly stop and turn red as they move inside you.

He'd smirk when you drink your wine a little too fast and get the hiccups and have to sit through the torture of minute after minute of jolt through your body, reminding you with every hiccup of what you have inside you, moving around. Jiggling. Making you clench down and get wetter and wetter. Ruining your panties.

Andy uses his napkin to wipe his mouth (and also hiding his smirk for a moment before he controls himself again), and ask you, "do you have to go to the bathroom, honey?" He's tested his own patience enough, gotten all the way through your expensive multi course dinner to dessert.

You get the hint, choking on your next hiccup and nodding, "yeah, uh, actually, I- yeah. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

A while after you leave, Andy will drink the rest of the wine and follow you back. He's so glad this upscale restaurant has multiple bathrooms that open to their own separate room. He's going to fuck you hard. He's gonna feel how wet you got, wearing those for him in public. He's going to feel how your internal muscles twitch and shudder around him after working so hard around the toy all night.

If you don't have a vagina or don't like things in that hole, I imagine he'd be much the same with a plug, vibrating or not...

Also also also as I briefly mentioned above I feel like Andy goes cross-eyed on the occasion that you wrap your hand around his throat. Not choking him. Just leaving it there. He likes how it feels 😳

Ari Levinson

First off, I just feel in my heart that Ari has a HELL of a libido. He is insatiable, always down for any kind of hooking up. Like, fuck, Ari is a goddamn DOG when it comes to sex.

And beyond always being down, Ari always likes it messy.

He likes it sloppy. Both for recieving and for giving. He fucking savors having his dick sucked with spit dripping down his shaft onto his balls, getting him nice and wet, making your head loud as hell with the obscene noises of his dick between your pretty, swollen lips. And while you're there, he also gets off hard on the way tears well up in your eyes and spill over- running down your cheeks hot and wet and salty because his dick is so fucking thick and long that it always triggers your gag reflex. No matter how many times you get on your knees for him, crowded in by his thick, powerful thighs and going to town on his cock, using both hands and your mouth, unashamedly worshipping him and his heavy balls. (He also is more than happy to pull your hair and slap your face while you suck his dick but only if you can handle it while also sucking his cock. He ultimately wants you to like it. He wants to get off on how hungry you are for it. He wants you to enjoy it.)

But giving- yeah.

Ari's giving is messy whether he's swapping between rimming and blowing your dick OR swapping between rimming and eating your pussy (don't do that irl, it's infection central lol). Sloppily mouthing at your thighs and stomach between licking you and making you squeal as he puts in work his with thick, long fingers and talented tongue and lips and rubbing his beard against you and-

Yeah. 🥴

He's just, uh, talented to say the least.

Talented with how he gets you wet and how he gets himself wet. Oral is his fucking favorite (closely, closely followed by being inside you, plowing you while on top of you, bodily pinning you down, and taking you) and he gets so into it, coming up for air after smothering himself between your legs with a soaked beard and swollen, slick lips that he bites when you beg for him to keep going... not that you keep begging him for long because Ari follows through and then some, going and going, giving and giving until you're begging for him to stop because it's too much. Too good! Too-! Much-!

And while Ari may not be aware of what a primal kink is...

But, baby sure fucking has one.

It's not an obvious primal kink, like, he asks you with a wolfish grin to follow him out into the wilderness so he can give you a five minute head start to run away from him so he can chase you down, tackle you with a growl, and fuck you until you're screaming yourself hoarse as his dick pounds you so, so good, making your toes curl (not that he would ever, ever dream of saying no to such a golden opportunity if you presented the idea to him 👀). But his kink more comes out in other ways...

He likes spit, of course, but he also has a thing™️ for rendering you speechless: he loves your groans and whines and moans and squeals, so busy making sounds of pleasure that you can't speak. He loves fucking you until you're hoarse and have to wander into the shower on wobbly legs, still limping with his mess trickling out of you, down your legs, then he fucking loves seeing you try to function the rest of the day with a voice that's like gravel, clearing your throat and apologizing to your not-so-close neighbors for being nearly incoherent as you bump into them, excusing yourself by claiming that you're getting over a cold and you lost your voice.

Mmm-hmm, likely story...

Ari himself though, he growls and makes a lot of animalistic, primal noises during sex. He can't help himself, you feel so good. Whether it's like heaven around his cock from your ass, thighs, pussy, or mouth... it's always too good. And, yes, he spits, he uses a lot of spit and a lot of lube, the messy bastard, but he also bites.

It seems you're never not covered in marks under your clothes after he's had his way with you.

(The first time he fucked you bare, after STI tests, he lost control of himself so much that while pinning your wrists above your head he growled and dove forward, baring his teeth and sinking them into your arched, offered-up neck. Biting you hard enough you bruised. You hadn't been able to stop touching it in the days after it happened, prolonging the bruise but... shivering whenever you thought about it.)

Spitting, sounds, and biting aside though... he also loves pulling your hair and he loves you pulling his hair. His hips always fuck forward hard after you tangle your fist in his hair, pulling until he groans, eyes rolling back into his head.

Scratching is certainly a thing for him too. You've caught him fisting himself with one massive hand as his other hand draaags down his clenching stomach, tracing the red, jagged lines your nails left on his chest and stomach the night before. Biting his lip in order to not let out his low, rumbling sounds as he gets himself off in your bathroom. Staring at the scratches on his golden skin in the mirror. He claims didn’t want to wake you after keeping you up so late the night before, you joke that he's strong enough he could've just rolled you over and done all the work anyway, with you still asleep or barely awake anyway. He bites out something about not teasing you, then goes off like a shot the second you trace your hand down his already marked up stomach, teasing him with more marks...

He's always using his strength with you. He likes to manhandle... he likes to pin you down... he likes to use your trust in him to trap you, all helpless and all his for the taking. Very predator-prey but... only if you imagine that the predator has an appetite for your pleasure too.

And don't get him started on how fucking fast he loses his load when you can't speak as he fucks you within an inch of your life other than a meak little cry of, "d-daddy-!" that accidentally slips out of you. That's the closest he's come to death, he swears it, you dirty little thing 😏

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom is ABSOLUTELY a pillow princess and sub. I don't make the rules. He is. He just has the vibe, okay?

Plus, Ransom has a mommy/daddy kink one million percent. Lips always so pretty when wrapped around the word, begging, "Daddy, daddy, please."

You break him down with soft but messy kisses and sweet words yet paired with touches that are a little too hard and punishing and, bam, suddenly he's all whiny and needy. Nothing but mush under your fingers as they leave bruises in his otherwise pristine skin... 🤤

Honestly, you had been expecting upon meeting Ransom and beginning to sleep with him that he would be a brat if anything, whiny and bitchy. But he's not.

He's spoiled, for sure, he won't lift a finger to pleasure himself or to pleasure you, but he isn't bratty about it somehow. (Not most of the time.) He has his bratty moods, naturally, but most of the time, if you lay him down, pin him down, come up behind him, or put your hands on him in any regard, taking control and pleasing him... he will melt.

Melting and getting all helpless when he's needy.

Grabbing at you and whimpering for you. Blushing for you.

He can't do anything himself when he gets hard. It's like his erection turns off his higher brain function. It's cute. You love to tease him for it; it's as if he's had so many people so willing to worship him since he started sleeping around, never having to do anything on his own, barely having to bat his pretty eyelashes before he's drowning in pussy and/or cock, that he's classically trained himself. He gets hard and he just... pouts. It's like it doesn't even occur to him to jerk off or finger himself or anything. He always needs you do it for him.

Pleeeease, Daddy?

But back to that blush for a minute... he's so fair, skin pale and white, that his blush washes all the way down from his cheeks to his chest. Pretty. And the pink stain is always obvious when it appears because of his clean shaven face and well groomed body hair. Bare and soft. Everything about him is soft when he gets like this. When turned on. He knows how to take care of himself, bathing and shaving and waxing and rubbing lotion into his pale, freckled skin. So he's soft. You never tire of touching him.

Touching him-

His favorite thing is being ridden with something in his ass.

He's needy.

Hungry.

And he can't ever get enough of having you ride him at the same time that he has a plug or dildo or vibrator inside him. Getting pleasure from his cock and prostate, overwhelming. Moaning and gasping, so thankful that Daddy is taking care of him. Eyelids heavy with his dark, dark eyes only focused on you, moaning and gasping, staring at you as you take him apart. It makes you feel powerful, you have this man- this man that walks around unowned and unbothered by anything or anyone, lapping up his pleasure from the palm of your hand. He needs you. He needs you to get him to orgasm because poor baby can't get himself there alone. So sad.

So, yesss. Pillow princess Ransom.

And if he won't reach up to touch you other than hold onto your hips or thighs for dear life... well, he's going to pay up by moaning, "DaddythankyouthankyouthankyouD-daddy!" and "it feels g-good! It feels s'good, Daddy! You feel so good on my dick and in my ass! You feel s'good!" when you tell him you want to hear him or he doesn't get off. You own your man.

Also specifically for the Mommy kink I cannot get out of my head the image of:

Ransom in pretty pink panties while sitting up against the headboard. His legs are out in front of him, spread wide, and his wrists have been tied to either side of the headboard with pink leather cuffs that are engraved with the word "princess". He's blushing, lips swollen, red, and wet because he's been biting them. You're in his lap, grinding down against his hard cock through the pale pink lace and he can't quit gasping, squirming, "m-mommy, oh, oh god, mommy you're so wet- I can feel you thr-through my, my..."

"Say it for Mommy," you purr, leaning down so your lips brush lightly against his jaw, leaving sticky lip gloss on his soft skin. "Say it for Mommy and she'll let you feel her tits."

Ransom let's his head thunk back against the headboard, moaning.

"That'll be nice, right? You wanna feel Mommy's tits, don't you?"

Ransom nods, biting his lip hard. Licking his lips. Opening his mouth. Shutting it. Opening it. "M-mommy, I, I can feel how wet you are through my panties."

"Yeah? Is mommy nice and wet and hot over your pretty cock?"

"Yes, yeah, yes. Mommy's wet and hot."

"It makes you want Mommy to ride you doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"How would mommy do that? What'd she have to do to slide your pretty dick into her cunt?"

"Mommy would have to- Mommy'd have to pull my... my panties to the side."

"Mm-hm, Mommy would have to pull your panties down to get at that pretty dick of yours," you hum, smirking wolfishly and promptly curling your bare legs under you, kneeling more than grinding in his lap. Getting up onto your knees aaaand-

Shoving your tits in his face.

Ransom strains his neck, burying his face in your chest and moaning extensively, "mommy-" against your skin. You feel the heat in your core curl tighter, throbbing between your legs wetly. Hotly.

In no time he finds your nipple and puts his lips around it, licking, sucking. You moan. To anyone else it might look like he's trying to please you, lapping at you with kitten licks, but you know better. You know Ransom is a tits man. You know he just likes to have his pretty mouth busy and full and is doing it for him. Latching onto your tits because it plays so, so well into his mommy kink. Needing you. Needing this.

He loves this and so do you.

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milkycarnations · 1 year

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Kinktober 2022

|Week Three| Puppeteer x afab!Reader | recording, hatefuck, safe word | 715 words

kinktober masterlist | name calling, sex as an outlet, fling/friends with benefits, stoplight safe words yellow and green, rough sex, bdsm, choking, pushing boundaries, soft aftercare, basically you and puppet hatefuck so he can feed off of your negative emotions? did i get his character right

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I don't write for Puppeteer on my blog, so this one was hard :(!

You understood Puppeteer was a spirit. You understood he wasn't human, that he fed (somehow) on negativity, and that he had taken a special interest in you. That was the extent of what he had told you. He hadn't even bothered to give you a real name to call him by. It was clear he wanted complete control over you - you didn't mind. You were his quick little morsel to keep him satiated, but to tap into your full potential, he needed you in a very unique position. He craved someone who hated him with a passion but couldn't resist being around him, and you were his someone.

"Where are you now?" he said.

"Green," you responded as he wrapped his hands tighter around your neck.

He liked to push you over the edge in a new way each time and he was damn good at it. "The angrier the better," he told you once.

"All that emotion... so invigorating. Don't you feel how your hate fills the room? I can taste it." he gave your throat a little squeeze.

Your brow furrowed as your hearing grew fuzzy. Thinking about every little thing that pissed you off the past week - everything he had done to piss you off - egged you on. It built with the pressure he caused in your pussy, but you couldn't do anything about it. Your legs were tied up to the headboard with your hands. He had you folded in on yourself and completely at his mercy. Your thoughts started to muddle together as he choked you.

Releasing the pressure on your throat, he moved a hand down between your legs - only sliding his fingers across and teasing your hole. You were wet enough to take all of him, but he wouldn't even give you a finger.

"Why are you such a prick?" you bucked your hips as he grazed over your clit, "fucking tease."

"Should I record you and show you just how much of a whiny brat you're being?"

You quieted at the threat. Neither of you had done such a thing before. He tutted. "I see that worry in your eyes," his fingers left you as he walked towards a cabinet in the room. To your surprise, he pulled out a tripod all ready to go, and fiddled with it as he placed his phone on it. He set it facing you on the bed as you squirmed.

"Yellow," you said clearly. It was easy to notice his tone slightly shift and his back straighten slightly as he walked back to you. He had gone over the safeword with you a million times. He knew that yellow didn't mean to stop, but you knew he was scared to take things too far.

Returning back to you, he leaned over your body like before, this time rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. He thought you couldn't, but you noticed his attentive gaze.

"There, now everyone can see your cunt. See you get off on being put in your place, little minx."

You settled into his touch, swearing as he shoved a finger inside of you. He pumped in a few times. The sensation had you in heaven. He always told you that as soon as he touched you, you'd lose a few brain cells.

"All this for me?" he moaned.

"Because you're touching me like that," you weakly argued, trying to ignore how good he felt.

"You let me use you so easily. You humans are so fascinating."

Your face scrunched up and you let out a loud whine. You could feel yourself getting close already.

"Are you gonna cry just from me fingering you?"

"Oh, shut up!"

He sped up, wet sounds coming from your cunt as he fucked you with his fingers.

Swearing, you came around him, hips bucking as he helped you finish. He let you sit there for a moment as you cooled down. You were always exhausted after, which you had assumed was because he was essentially acting as some sort of incubus.

"Let's take a break," he'd said, releasing you from the golden strings that kept you up.

"We'll come back to this later. You still have some anger I can fuck out of you another time."

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta puppeteer #the puppeteer #puppeteer x reader #creepypasta kinktober #creepkinks #creep kinks #kinktober 2022

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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Hi! Since I love your blog (I’m more like a huge simp for your works), I will submit a request for your “it’s written in the stars event”.

virgo + she/her + rational and methodical but overly sarcastic + smut scenario (hate sex picked from your list) + Urahara Kisuke.

Keep up the amazing work, thanks for blessing my dash with your masterpieces! Take care💜

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zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x CAPRICORN KISUKE URAHARA ♑︎ genre: explicit smut! reader has a problem with kisuke wc: 1.7k note: hello thank u !! i kinda failed on the hate sex rq but reader has some complicated feelings abt him...

You've been busy unpacking all the deliveries and bringing them to the shop floor, finishing off with the chocolate and candies- your favourite section. You enjoy this part of the day- it's so early no one else is here and the shop doesn't open for a couple of hours. You placed the bars and packets neatly, organising them in rows, in a pretty display on the shelves.

But when he comes in, all of your work may as well have been for nothing.

"Oooo, you didn't tell me we had these coming!??"

He rifles through the neat rows of candy and finds his favourite flavour, leaving the rest in complete disarray.

"You ordered them." You give him a huff and a distinct eye roll, making it clear that he's already pissed you off, after being here for less than five minutes.

You wonder why you even bother showing up to work some days to see this irksome idiot. He grabs more of the candy and starts rummaging through the boxes at your feet.

"Hey-- just- put that back- ugh, Kisuke-!!!"

He drives you nuts.

Every fucking day you get closer and closer to losing your damn mind.

His nonchalance towards your meticulous and dedicated work grate on you, his whimsical and forgetful tendencies leave you picking up the slack, and the pervy comments and touches?

If you get one more you swear you're gonna level him.

He stands up with fistfuls of the new candy.

"Kisuke. Put it back."

However, he knows something about you that you definitely haven't come to terms with yourself.

Unfortunately, despite his outward stupidity, deep (and I mean deep) down, there's a part of you that knows how perfect he is. His happy go lucky exterior is see through to you now, and if you tell the honest truth, you like the mysterious and logical man underneath.

But you can't say it. You can't even think it. When you look at him, with his hoards of candy and that stupid grin, it makes you want to smack his face and push the feelings so deep that you'll never find them again.

And due to this ongoing battle, it's leaving you susceptible to his... flirtations.

So when he steps closer, with that wide smile still plastered on his face, and asks,

"What are you gonna do?"

You snatch a packet from his clutches and place it back on the shelf, organising them again. You turn back to take the rest but he has his hand held up with a hard sweet in his fingers. He's so close to your lips- he just smirks and tells you to open up, slipping the candy inside.

He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you accept the candy nonetheless. He swipes his thumb over your lip and traces over the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek.

"Hands off," you threaten, but he ignores you, bringing his thumb back to your lip to tease your mouth open.

"You like that flavour, too, don't you?" His voice is lilting and jovial, laced with something more sinister.

What is he thinking.

He slides his thumb over your tongue.

You grab his wrist and yank it back.

"Kisuke."

You've warned him about touching you like this.

But every time he does it just makes your feelings clearer.

You want him, and he knows. And the fact that it bothers you so much is very amusing to him.

"Kisuke, get your hands off me and help with this damn delivery."

But he persists, his palm finding your cheek with your hand still wrapped around his wrist, and he slides around to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You stumble over the boxes and trip forwards, your hands landing on his chest with a little yelp. You can feel his bare skin where his samue slips away.

"No," he wants you to admit it. He's had enough of playing the fool.

"Let's have some more candy."

He smiles and tilts your head up to his, squeezing your cheeks and leaning down.

Your eyes fly wide when he just keeps coming closer- you push back on his chest but he stills you with ease, bringing his lips to yours and licking the candy right out of your mouth.

"Kisuke-!! I swear- you're a fucking menace!! If you don't leave me alone I'm gonna--"

"What?"

"I'm gonna--"

Your mind goes blank and you see red.

You're not a violent person, you're not a violent person. You keep telling yourself before you drag a hand from his chest, pull back and swing your open palm at his cheek.

You have to close your eyes- your hand stings, but you can just hear him laughing.

"Haha, oh come on, you can't hate me that much?"

His voice turns all soft and you open your eyes to see that endearing smile, with a pink hand print over his cheek, and you suddenly feel very guilty.

You're overwhelmed by a rush of confusing thoughts and emotions- you look at his face and a tear steaks down your cheek.

"I hate you, you moron."

"C'mere, take it out on me, okay?"

He drags you to the back of the shop, that's still locked up, and lets you do just that.

Everything's happening so fast you can barely keep track- of his hands, his lips, his fingers.

He stripped you as soon as you gave him a certain look that told him your strong walls had finally been broken and that he was allowed to touch you how he wanted. How you wanted.

And now he's got you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him your plans to tell him how much you despise him have gone out the window.

But the way he's treating you now, with his mouth finally closed around your nipple, is sending you to heaven and back.

And when he carries you in his arms, finding a chair and placing you on top, he tells you-

"Go on, fuck me like you hate me"

He pulls his pants down and lets you sink onto him slow and get your bearings, before you start riding him with deep and forceful thrusts.

He watches in awe, leaning back on the chair to see your body move. It's just how he dreamed.

"That's it-" he encourages you to get rougher until you're grabbing at the back of his neck and telling him to suck on your tits.

"With pleasure~"

That cheshire smile spreads again and his pale eyes twinkle before he follows your instruction.

"Harder"

"Hmm, hm whatever you say, darling"

"Ngh-- fuck... don't call me that-"

He bites and sucks on your perky nipples while your hand threads into his hair and starts tugging harshly.

"Oh~ oh Kisuke- fuck mee~"

He takes your expression very literally, grabs onto your waist and starts pumping his dick into you where he sits.

He is enamoured by your expression; with your mouth hanging open, definitely about to orgasm, and grabbing so helplessly onto the muscle of his shoulders till you can only whimper his name.

This brings him endless satisfaction.

"Don't hate me so much now, hmm?"

You frown and nod, afraid that you'll bite your tongue if you speak.

"Oh," he feigns a hurt expression with a pout, "you just love my dick then?"

You let out an annoyed 'mmmm'ing sound and try to take control again, but it's too late and he's got you starting to shake with his hard and constant thrusting.

You're about to cum, stuttering and telling him not to stop when-

"N-no- no fuck- "

-he starts to slow down.

"Tell me how you feel, sweetie."

His tone changes and he sounds all soft. He's not teasing you anymore.

But you just shake your head and press your forehead to his, desperately willing him to move faster again.

"I'll let you cum, 'promise. Just tell me what's in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

He coaxes you to look him in the eyes which are so wide and perfectly innocent. You've never seen him look like this before.

"Don't make me beg, come on- I'm desperate."

And he is. You can see it now- from the expression on his face to the way he can hardly control himself. He's the one who's supposed to be edging you... but his hips start moving again and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips until you open up and start to mumble over his lips.

"I- I like you, Kisuke- "

He moves a little faster now, still pressing you for more.

"I like you."

You say it again, hoping to appease him, but he builds up that intense knot in your stomach again and holds your back so gently when he says-

"We're not in high school, sweetheart. You can tell me more."

He keeps fucking you deep, now you're about to spill he smiles and watches you shake your head. You can't say anything else today, but he's sure he'll get more out of your pretty lips eventually. After waiting so long for this, he can be happy for now.

"Okay, okay," he coos and brings you over the edge softly, pressing his lips into your neck, "that's it, you can let go now- mmh- fuck~"

"I, I know I've never told you, but I hope you understand- how I feel about you."

You nod and a lazy smile covers his face as you watch his eyebrows screw up with pleasure and he bites his lip. He's not sure if he should say this next bit but he can't hold it in anymore.

"You know that I love you?"

"Oh- oh my god- Kisuke-"

You feel him filling you and you just nod and hold him so tight, pressing your lips together and feeling his warmth. He carresses you and holds you close to his body, letting you calm down and sink into his arms. And you sit there, on top of your boss, in the back of his shop, with the dim lights, and you realise it's nearly time to open up.

He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean up before sitting you on the edge of the bath and telling you-

"About what I said-"

But you're quick to silence him with your finger over his lips, followed by a sweet kiss.

"I'll wait," he utters into the gap between your lips, "I'll be patient, ok?"

You nod and kiss him again and again, stroking hair and sinking into his touch one more time. You're afraid the shop is going to open late today.

bleach | m.list | zodiac event

#kisuke x reader #kisuke babe #kisuke #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke bleach #kisuke urahara #urahara kisuke smut #urahara kisuke #bleach fanfic #bleach smut #bleach #bleach fandom

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Hi there, I’d like to give a request thatI’ve been thinking about for a couple days I hope you write it!!

I was thinking of Y/N as a makeup artist (with any member you want) doing it in the dressing room lol

Please can it be risky and sexy too haha I love your blog!

Stars

Pairing: Idol!Lee Know x Make-up artist!Fem reader

Word count: 1k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Rough sex; Hair pulling; Dirty talk; Swearing; Slight spanking; Unprotected sex; Slight overstimulation; First person

A/N: Heyy, thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy reading (it's a little short, sorry) ^.^

Guys we hit 100 followers!!🎉 thank you guys for liking, reposting and supporting my work, it means the world <3 Still accepting requests, so please feel free to send whatever you want!

~ 🤍 Li 🤍

“Shut the fuck up.” Minho hissed, slapping his hand around my mouth. I heard the voices and footsteps of staff and managers pacing up and down the hall, preparing the band members for their next performance. This was my final warning to keep quiet.

Minho briefly stilled his hips, keeping his dick deep inside me. “Keep quiet or I'll fucking leave right now.” He threatened before sliding his hand from my mouth to my waist.

“But Minho, we can't, not right here!” I pleaded, slowly pushing back into his body, silently imploring him to move again and showing him I meant nothing I was actually saying. I needed more.

“You want me to go? It doesn't seem like it,” he smirked, looking down to see me miserably fucking him. He slid out of me completely, “Alright then, I'll go right now, just say the word. Should I?”

“No..” I whispered, barely loud enough to hear myself.

“What was that? I didn't hear you-”

"I said no!" I sobbed, aching for him to slip back inside me.

My relationship with Minho was initially professional, but eventually that boundary was crossed over time as we both realised we had needs that could be met with each other. The problem is, keeping this secret could cost me my job. And although I knew the consequences, it never stopped me from getting what I desired. “Please.”

He grabbed my right thigh and hoisted it onto the table, spreading my legs further apart, giving him access to align himself with my soaking entrance before slamming into me all at once. I bit my lip in attempt to silence my moans, eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.“Shit, baby...just want to take this all off.” He groaned, tugging at the dress bunched at my torso.

His hips sped up in pace, fucking me harder and faster.

“Min, oh my god, it's so fucking big.”

“Don't run," he grunted, pulling my hair back to get me to face the mirror, “Take it. I know you can.” I watched him gradually lose himself through the mirror, his eyes glued to the way my ass jiggled as his dick mercilessly pounded into me. “You're doing so well.”

My legs began to tremble trying to meet his thrusts. Sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing filled the air. Minho paused to flip me around and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He pounded me so good, knocking over a can of hairspray in the process. My mouth fell agape, moaning in silence as my voice began to give out. He fucked me so hard, hitting that spot that made my head spin. I tightly gripped the edge of the table for dear life, completely losing my mind.

“Fuck. Min, I'm gonna cum…I'm gonna fucking cum don't stop,” I warned him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Where's Minho? You saw them in here?”

My heart dropped at the realisation my guiltiest pleasure was bound to be exposed in the worst way possible any second now. Chan rattled the doorknob. Yet, Minho continued to drill his cock deeper with each stroke, reaching that delicious spot inside that kept me panting his name.

“M-minho- wait! Ngh- someone’s coming!” I whimpered, tumbling dangerously close to my orgasm.

“Yeah, you.” He chuckled to himself.

“Not funny. I’m- oh fuck. I’m being serious!”

“Someone get a key for this door. Why is it locked??”

“Look at me,” Minho whispered into my lips. “Look at me while you cum. Tell me how good it feels.” He says as he felt my walls clench and release as the euphoria approached quicker with every stroke. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes from rolling back, but eye contact suddenly felt impossible.

“MINHO! Come out NOW! WE’RE LATE.”

He thrusted a couple more times infatuated in how I felt wrapped around his dick. I moaned into his palm as he fucked me through my orgasm,“SHIT-” Minho groaned before pulling out of me and squirting white cum all over my inner thighs. He shook his dick a couple of times to give me everything, making it drip down and onto the floor.

“You are incredible”. He muttered, coming down from his high. He gave me a trail of kisses from my neck to the corner of my lips.

"No, you need to go," I protested as he gripped me tighter for a deeper kiss, “You nearly got me fired."

But of course, you both knew this was not the first nor the last time something like this would happen.

🤍 Thank you for reading 🤍

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kayetra-spade-queen · 1 month

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Because @drawnfamiliarfaces got me into their AU rabbit hole of a variant version of the Teen Heroes™, I hope they don't mind of me making my own variant (I'm self-conscious, please excuse me-).

First and foremost, I can't draw, at least not to the extent of completely fleshing out a sketch out of my ass (ok- I can, but only a single eye, and even then it looks like shit to me-). I can draw clothing better than making a full body to make a fake scene.

Second, it'll probably be more on writing than making fanarts.

Third, I didn't watch the majority of the other characters' respective shows. I watched Danny Phantom a bit because of Nicktoons, and Ben 10 because of the same person who got me into starting this whole thing. I'll probably get my own snips and bits of necessary info from the wiki, but don't expect any accuracy, and I'd appreciate if anyone could dump some info that could prove to be very necessary for me.

Fourth, this is an entire AU itself, so I'm mostly not gonna follow canon at most. There will be stories I will try to twist to my liking.

Fifth, ships. Yes, but bear with me here; thanks to my overconsumption of media, I will be putting just a few ships that I think are neat, but if anyone disagrees with me or didn't like how I didn't mention a ship they like (cuz I barely knew shit about the characters), then please just either move away from my blog, or block me entirely to avoid unwanted conflict. We all have our interests that make us happy, the least you could do is to respect and/or completely don't interact.

Sixth, the clothing are gonna filled with my own personal headcanons, mostly their clothing when they battle (the characters themselves too, but I'm gonna focus more on the clothes because I'm a fashion illustrator). Danny, Ben, and Randy are gonna wear heels because yes.

The ships involved;

Tigerghost (Manny Rivera from El Tigre x Danny Fenton from Danny Phantom) (I completely blame izbubbles for this one)

Benrex (Rex Salazar from Generator Rex x Ben Tennyson from Ben 10) (surprised? Probably not lmfao-)

Jimmytimmy (Timmy Turner x Jimmy Neutron) (first and foremost; no, none of the Nicktoons (Jimmy, Timmy, SpongeBob, and Manny) except Danny and Jenny are part of this team. Danny and Jenny still go on missions with the NU team because duh. And second; they're only here as some sort of filler and cuz I really love Nicktoons since most of them I have watched)

Headcanons involved (will get expanded in due time I swear-);

Trans Danny

Anodite Ben (still wields the Omnitrix. His anodite powers are pink too)

Dani and Dan are Danny's kids (under a different name because they have to go through a re-birth process that I'll touch upon later)

Ben's necrofriggian children now comes to earth to live with their mom (like I said, I'm not following canon)

Randy is still ninja, but because this AU involves a 3rd power/skill, I'll have to twist a bit of the canon my way, especially when it comes to the Ultimate Lesson and memory wipe

There will be some Genshin Impact references here and there, because I do play them, and I love it-

Ghost King Danny (by extent, Ghost Princess Dani and Ghost Prince Dan)

Fashion designer Ben (his sassy and confident nature could be more of a use tbh)

Primal Iudex Randy (he and Furina would get along nicely-)

Pearl Keeper Jake

Side gig magician Rex (leave me be, I think it's neat-)

Engaged Rex and Ben (all of the members are adults over 20, so don't be surprised)

Sandra Tennyson is French, so that makes Ben half-French by heritage

Ben and Randy are pen pals turned close friends by the time Ben moved to France (yes, I made Randy somewhat French here for this reason, but I'll have to put in more details later)

Rex won't lose his memories, but he'll get short-term amnesia often, which just need something to trigger the old memories back

Everyone is under the same universe

Danny's ghost team are Sam-Tucker-Valerie-Jazz and his parents (Valerie deserves better than what was given to her by canon)

Yes, Maddie and Jack knew Danny became a ghost from the very start, but they didn't treat him any differently than he was before; if anything, they felt guilty that their son had paid the price for their ignorance and neglect

Phantom Planet do not exist, and it shouldn't have been to begin with, but whatever

Valerie had always been part of Danny's gang. In terms of Shades of Gray, I'll have to change a lot of things, that includes her father's job (he didn't get fired), so I have other things in mind regarding Cujo

Cujo became Danny's pet dog later on, cuz you can't tell me these two aren't made for each other

Members from oldest to youngest, I do hope @drawnfamiliarfaces wouldn't mind me using their headcanon as well (eldest Kim, youngest Randy). I think they're really neat.

Please keep in mind that none of this follow canon whatsoever, they follow my headcanons and versions. Character backstories are written purely by my own personal headcanons too. I'll probably add actual canon when I didn't have anything good to offer, but this is what I could put for now.

#kim possible #my life as a teenage robot #danny phantom #american dragon jake long #the life and times of juniper lee #generator rex #secret saturdays #ben 10 #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #kayetraspadequeen #Shades of Prisms

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annathesillyfriend · 2 years

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August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #august 2022 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #robert floyd x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #steve harrington x reader

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 8 months

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So I may have just realized your requests are open (my grandfather says I would be a terrible witness to a murder bc I am unobservant we love adhd lol) so here I am to beg!

I never see a ton (any?) fics exploring Din and Boba’s friendship and only that. Like, my blog IS the horny corner. Friendship fluff ain’t my usual reblogs but fuck it’s also like amazing??? Idk I just think Din and Boba and Cobb deserve to have time to be just guys being dudes and bonding. (I do love me some DinCobb tho don’t get me wrong) anyway, nothing specific other than learning more about how you see their friendship? They obvs respect each other and trust each other. I bet they have a lot of weird inside jokes.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

Beskar Buddies [Mando and Boba Fett]

Warnings and Information: Not a relationship fic. This is just a silly, not-taking-itself-too-seriously friendship fic for Boba and Din Djarin. References to canon-typical violence, drugs (spice), alcohol, and some events from both The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett. Minor Star Wars and real-world swearing. We're gonna make fun of Shiny Dad who doesn't know he's in Star Wars just a little bit. Din's helmet stays on. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. Minor proofreading and editing.

Word-count: 3,880

He's supposed to be here on Tatooine for a simple bounty - it's really nothing more than a glorified errand run for some spoiled little princeling who insists on only the finest Sansanna spice from the Outer Rim. But the princeling doesn't need to know that; he'll be allowed to believe that it was necessary to spend as much time as was desired for Din Djarin to acquire enough Sansanna for this young man's birthday celebration hosted on one of the Core Worlds, if it means Din can cleverly lighten those pockets by a few more credits in order to provide for himself and the little one a little more comfortably, even if just for a while.

Din only meant to spend an extra day here at most before collecting the requested goods and taking them back to his client. But when word made its way to the new Daimyo, and he knew that it would, that another who clads himself in the armor typical to Mandalorians is sniffing around Mos Espa, how could he refuse the request from the Master Assassin and second-in-command to pay a visit.

"Shand." he greets her once he's calmed the slight tremor of his heart after being taken by surprise in an alleyway in the Worker's District of Espa, and reholsters the IB-94. "I didn't expect to run into you here. Conducting business on behalf of the Daimyo?"

"Greet every woman that way?" Fennec Shand teases him with an indicative toss of her head to the holster. "Or am I just special?"

"You surprised me." Din admits, repeating himself that he didn't expect to run into her by this point. He knows Boba is a busy man with a syndicate to operate, and what he cannot oversee himself, he often delegates the task to the bounty hunter standing in front of Din now.

"Good. Means I'm not losing my edge." Fennec answers, a playful purr of pride in her voice. "Serves the Daimyo well if I can maintain the element of surprise when I am tasked to carry out his bidding on a busy man's behalf. To extend an invitation of sorts: Lord Fett would like an audience with you."

"Very well." Din agrees, playing into the façade of formality - all part of the performance of power and command that is carried out in the halls of the Palace on the fringes of the Northern Dune Sea. He relays a short message to Peli Motto over in Mos Eisley that his return for Grogu may be a little delayed, first, for peace of mind, before Din will follow Shand back to the Palace. "Lead the way."

Boba Fett dismisses the people within the throne room of the Palace - likely members who serve as part of the gotra or those who had come to pay tributes or give offerings of sorts to one of Espa's influential figureheads - as Fennec returns with Din as she had been asked.

He wears his armor and (most of) his notable weaponry while seated on the throne, save for the cool, dark green helmet which sits neatly on the armrest. Displayed, rather than worn, now. "I hoped she would find you. I asked if she could extend my invitation once I heard there was someone who did not tell me he would be paying the fair city of Mos Espa a visit." Fett is teasing him, he knows, but Din cannot help feeling the need to apologize regardless of that. There are only chuckles in return as Boba climbs from the lordly seating and moves to greet Din like an old friend.

Warm and calloused hands find their way around the other's wrist as Din and Boba first behave as if it is a simple handshake, but remain linked for some time. Old and ancient ways of checking strangers for weapons have turned to displays of trust. The longer the link, the stronger a bond, some would say.

There both is warmth and a mischievous glint to his eyes as Boba visually takes him in, almost inspecting the gleaming beskar for imperfection or pitting that would speak to a scuffle of sorts that might make for a good story, "Your armor gleams in the light of the twin suns, Djarin, of course someone will notice you trying to skulk about my territory. Are you looking for work?" Boba had offered him payment for a place at his side once. He believed the Mandalorian to be a respectable and trustworthy fellow; Boba would gladly extend the invitation for a stable occupation once more.

Din shakes his head, slowly, calmly, in the dim light of the throne room. He's not looking for work, he explains, he is working. "Product for a client. Princeling who wants a small crate of Sansanna spice for a party before next Taungsday. Specified that he wanted it from Tatooine of all places."

That explains what brought him here to the planet, at least.

"And why come to Espa to look?" Boba asks politely, keeping the conversation flowing as he pours himself and his friend something from a carafe he's kept on hand. One that Fennec is partial to, so he is sure to offer some to her as well as a silent expression of gratitude. Asking the Mandalorian to come to the palace and entertain a silly notion was a long shot when he has a foundling in his care, so Boba had cautioned Fennec that in the event he did not agree to come, it would be of no consequence. (He would prefer what's in the decanter, but he has yet to procure more, so it is untouched as it would not be enough to split among three.) "There is not much to find of the Sansanna that once belonged to the Pyke's before it was… misplaced." Boba suggests with a mirthful smile.

"I wouldn't have come asking the mighty Daimyo first," Din retorts after a polite sip from his glass of the contents of the carafe, replacing his helmet that had been inched just high enough on his head to drink and resetting the seal, "that wouldn't have been good business, for you, or me."

"No indeed." Boba agrees, appreciative of Din's caution given his reason for being here. Din knew to act in just the right way; ways that would not tarnish a carefully crafted image Boba had made for himself since putting an end to Bib Fortuna and laying claim to all that was once Jabba's. "Did you tell your client how long it would take?"

Din's helmet bobs. "I did."

"And did you tell this princeling how long it would actually take?"

The helmet remains still, but the mouth within it must have found an upward curve as the bounty hunter implies that he was not quite so honest with his client. "It might have slipped my mind."

Boba chuckles, almost proudly. An old trick of the trade: mislead the right clients on the right details, and you can earn yourself a few more credits. Live a little more comfortably for a time if you wanted.

While Din could be a uniquely honest and humble bounty hunter at times, he was still a bounty hunter. Clever, resourceful, and cunning. Just the sort of thing he was looking for. "Well, I'm certain a crate or two will turn up to take back to this princeling in the morning, and he'll pay you handsomely for the spice brought in from rugged lands to boast at his party, my friend." he suggests promisingly to Din, patting the shoulder-bell that bares the profile of the Mudhorn as he leads him from the throne room, and into other areas of the palace before he lays out why he invited the Mandalorian to come. "In the meantime, I'd like you to come with me. Out beyond Espa."

The low hum in his throat before he speaks suggests Din feels hesitant or uncertain about this idea. "Where? And why?"

"Call it something of an impulse; I have my business to attend to here in Mos Espa as the Daimyo of course, but recently I dreamed of camping under the stars, out in the desert - " Boba answers, bringing Din to an inner chamber that is guarded at all times, where once they have passed the guards, he shows to Din two crates of spice that are contained within a vault, " - and I have not been able to shake myself of the notion since. Could I convince you to join me, my friend?"

Din understands that the spice is being used to sweeten him to the idea of sleeping out in the sand-sprawling seas of this arid planet, where temperatures can drop dramatically within a few hours of the suns' setting, here. Even if he declined, Din Djarin doesn't believe the spice would be withheld now when it was already offered to him.

"Why not take Shand?" he asks curiously. "Or will she be staying here at the Palace to keep an eye on things in your absence?"

"I did ask Fennec, as a matter of fact," Boba replies with a bemused expression, carefully denoting the crates with one of the guards for a moment, "and she wasn't too keen to the idea the same way I am. And, yes, she has said that if I do this she would remain with the Palace to oversee matters, should anything happen tonight."

So it appears that Boba wants to entertain this fantasy tonight. Not just "some time in the future", but now. That in and of itself isn't surprising, but Din hesitates for one reason.

One curiosity has been sated. Another remains. "And if I don't know how I feel about the idea? I have a friend watching Grogu for me in Mos Eisley, and I didn't make any mention that I would be leaving him with them past nightfall at the latest."

Boba seems to give something a little thought before he asks "And who is this friend?"

"Peli Motto." Fennec replies from the threshold, watching the two men with a cool gaze that many would perhaps find intimidating if not for a simple smile. "I did a little digging while you boys were having your fun in the vault. She's a simple mechanic."

"A good mechanic." Din finds himself insisting. He's not at all surprised that the second-in-command to the Daimyo had recalled the frequency to and found some way to find information on Peli, but calling her a simple mechanic felt like an insult to her character and he would not let it slide so easily.

"And are you paying this good mechanic to watch the little one for you?" Boba wonders. "If you are worried about giving her adequate payment for minding your foundling, don't. I would gladly help you settle it with Ms. Motto."

It takes a moment to explain that Peli will need to mind Grogu for him overnight, but Din promises to explain why in the morning. "I need you to watch Grogu for me until the morning. Something came up."

Peli sounds worried. "Trouble?"

"Only if we make it…" Boba chuckles to himself in the background, and Fennec warns him to behave in a way that suggests this is not the first, nor the last time, she's heard him make self-entertaining remarks like this.

"What was that? You say something, Mando?"

Din dodges the question with some redirection. "No trouble; I just need to spend a little extra time in Mos Espa. I can explain when I come for Grogu." He hears the way the little one perks up at the sound of his name, a bright, cooing sort of noise. Peli must have pulled him closer to the receiver, because the next time he coos and babbles inquisitively, the sound is sharper, louder, but no less sweet.

"Ha-bah?"

"Grogu, can you behave for Peli for me tonight? I'll be back early in the morning, I promise."

Boba makes no further jokes or commentary in the background while allowing Din to speak to Grogu until he is satisfied that the little one understands Din will not be back tonight, but he will be back soon. Phrasing and re-phrasing his brief explanation until with a little help from Peli, the diminutive, green lifeform seemingly makes sounds of understanding.

He can imagine the way Jango would similarly caution him and repeat himself in preparation for his absences when he was perhaps too young to accompany his father on a bounty. These are memories from so long ago, now, to Boba. At least, they feel that way. He's only entering his forties, he reminds himself. Slightly older than Din, to his belief.

But roughly similar enough in age that neither of them feels any need to take separate materials for temporary shelters. Old enough and mature enough to tolerate the shared arrangement for a single night under a canopy of stars on a bed of sand where they would lay their sleeping sacks. Din has offered to start a modest fire since Fett insists he can pitch the tent on his own. He certainly sees the influence of the Tuskens that Boba spent time with after surviving a sarlacc pit in the shelter's construction once it is firmly staked in place.

"Sturdy."

Boba nods acceptively of the compliment, settling himself beside the fire across from Din. "I learned much in my time with the tribe of Tuskens that cared for me like one of their own before I became the Daimyo. They didn't teach me everything, but you can still learn by watching and observing."

There's a knowing chuckle before the dark t-visor turns and looks off into a rather deliberate direction for just a moment. Freetown. They're not too far from Vanth's community, as it turns out. "Wondering how the sheriff's doing; will we need to pay a visit in the morning?" he offers half-questioningly to Din, trying to gauge and guess what is on the mind of the man clad in beskar before him.

"Tempting. But perhaps another time." Din replies, beginning to remove a select few parts of his armor to make himself more comfortable. He did not opt to leave it behind in favor of more appropriate desert-wear, even when offered. Fett reasoned that much like his own armor, once belonging to his father in his case, the armor made of beskar carried its own significance to Din beyond a protective shell.

"Feeling guilty for leaving the little one, again?"

His companion shakes his head in answer as he carefully sets aside what he's removed. "Not quite. Just eager to complete this bounty and lay low for a time."

"Smart. Have somewhere in mind?"

"Yes." is all Din will answer. And wisely so. Telling Fett where he plans on going would defeat the entire purpose, no matter how much they each trust and respect each other. Because they do, a simple word is all the Mandalorian glowing in the light of the fire will find necessary to say.

"Good. I wish you uneventful times when you make it there, my friend."

They listen to the stillness of the desert together following Fett's sincere wish for Din and Grogu's safety; the crackle and muted roar of the fire, distant and slow gusts of wind, and once off in the greater distance, bantha. The deep bellows of the omnivorous quadrupeds were a strange comfort as the two men listened.

"Have you ever ridden a bantha?" Din asks, noting the nostalgic smile evident on the other's face. The smile broadens as Boba answers. "I have. There was a bantha I once had for a mount, I think of them from time to time."

The helmet tilts to the right with mild concern or surprise. "What happened to it?"

"Oh, nothing bad," Boba assures his friend, giving a singular chuckle as he stokes the flame a little higher, "I simply set them free before I reclaimed my ship. Hopefully they are out there now, meeting other banthas and making baby banthas."

"Heh. I see. Is that the strangest thing you've ever ridden that isn't a speederbike?" Din asks with a laugh, once more turning his head out to look beyond the light of the fire into the desert. Perhaps with his sensors, he could find these distant herds of wild or domesticated bantha

"That would be a rancor."

"You're joking."

"I'm not." Boba laughs with some insistence. "And what about you, my friend? Find a mythosaur to ride, yet?"

"Funny… " Din replies somewhat slowly, "...there was an Ugnaught named Kuiil who claimed it should have been easy for me to learn to ride Blurrg because of my 'ancestors' who rode mythosaurs when he was trying to teach me." He grows quiet, and his body language becomes a lot less casual, less open and fluid. "I haven't thought about his remark in a while." Din admits somberly. His companion, the man who invited him for a night in the desert, under the stars, doesn't press him for anything more to say for a moment, letting the silence grow.

"You've been busy." Boba reasons with him only when he is certain Din doesn't have anything to add. "Traveling the galaxy, collecting bounties… All while you care for the little one." The words don't seem to bring him any comfort. If anything, Boba suspects he's said the wrong thing. "Was he a friend?"

"Yes. Killed by Imperial scout troopers."

"I am sorry, Djarin," he sympathizes, for a moment thinking to lay his hand on the other's shoulder in a gesture of comfort were Boba sitting beside him rather than across the fire. "To lose those we care for is no easy thing."

The Mandalorian scoffs and, jokingly, asks Boba if he's certain he's as old as he claims. "You sound and look older."

"Well, the profession ages you. And I imagine there are still a scattered few, somewhere out there, that would look just like me. Maybe even older." This is the second time Din does not seem to understand what he means judging by his silence. "Surely you've seen them. Heard about them at least, the clones?" Boba inquires, growing increasingly more confused by the lack of apparent understanding as the t-visor slowly wags in the firelight.

"Djarin."

The fire is smothered out with sand following the conclusion of something of a pseudo history lesson once Boba feels he's adequately explained to Din what exactly Clone troopers are. Were. (Maybe still are? Truly, he's not certain how many men who look just like him and sound just like him remain in the galaxy.) The sand is stamped down for good measure before both men enter the tent for the first time since it had been put up and prepare to sleep. The night grows stiller and serene in a way that is entirely unique to Tatooine.

The desert planet is not for the weak-willed and those who will not be prepared to adapt. If you traversed the Dune Seas, you had different tribes of nomadic Tuskens to contend with (and hope they would let you pass through their lands in peace for small tributes), or the wild animals that were not as docile as the bantha that called this planet home. It took grit and gumption, or no small amount of necessary self preservation skills, to live in places such as Mos Espa and Eisley where you would expect to find yourself brushing shoulders with bounty hunters and crime families. Things could get messy.

Boba Fett and Din Djarin are no strangers to the grime and filthier aspects of what the galaxy has to offer them. Bloodshed and banthashit that would make weaker men stumble and turn away from such a profession far sooner. Sacrifices and difficult choices have been made in each of their lives.

Tonight didn't have to be one of them. A night of simple company and some time to catch up with a friend was a welcome change for both. Boots are carefully removed before each slip into their sleeping sacks after simple ration packs are eaten in silence - backs turned to one another even in the dark - and wrappers have been taken care of.

"We'll start our return to the palace before first light," Boba explains, "that way you can return to Mos Eisley for Grogu before Ms. Motto would begin her workday after you've secured the spice for the princeling."

There is a soft laugh under the modulator to his left, where he can make out the general form of his friend's body beside him and sees he's already laying down. "Thank you. Hopefully he will have slept well when I retrieve him."

He certainly hopes the little one will too, for Din's sake, with a laugh. "I have not forgotten my offer to pay Ms. Motto either. And thank you, my friend, for entertaining this idea with me."

"Anything for the mighty Daimyo of Mos Espa." he says in all seriousness he can muster for the moment. He can't maintain the composure for long, and thankfully it's Fett who laughs first, the two of them free to laugh as loud as they would like when it's just the two of them out here for miles as far as anyone would be concerned.

Free to spend as much time as they would like "winding down" and talking in low, golden tones until they come to realize it is coming up on first light, and they have spent the whole night in conversation without meaning to.

At least it may not be just Grogu who has not gotten any sleep tonight, they joke together as they come up on the palace, and Boba gives Din what he was promised. Two crates of Sansanna spice to carve a deeper hole in the pockets of his client, and many words of thanks from Boba follow after Din as he secures some transport to Mos Eisley. "Safe travels, my friend. Remember-"

"Oh I will." Din replies with a mischievous inflection, giving Fennec Shand reason to pause and consider what unfinished communication is unfolding before her as both men, Fett once more clad in his own armor in order to properly send the Mandalorian off before assuming his seat at the throne for the day. "I take it you now have… inside jokes." she grins.

"Maybe." each reply in tandem.

Boba smiles, nodding to Din. "Or-"

"-Reminding me to get a little more sleep once I'm in a hyperspace lane." Din concludes, bidding them farewell once again. He was eager to return to Grogu, and Din could only hope the little one had gotten some sleep. But if he hadn't, then perhaps they would be napping together as they navigated hyperspace. It would certainly not be the first time Din would potentially need to doze off when he could when traveling with a child, or at least daydream while looking at the view from the cockpit of his ship.

Nor will it be the last. Hopefully the same could be said for another opportunity to present itself for nights like last where Boba Fett and Din Djarin could simply spend time with a trusted friend.

Note from Frost: The title was a placeholder name, but then it grew on me; I'm callin' them the Beskar Buddies from now on. Ideas also changed direction on me in the course of writing, so apologies for the lack of Cobb in the end. :( I have not written anything for one of my first major Star Wars crushes in a long, long time. Probably since I was 16? Poor Boba. So this was a delight, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you for making the request!

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lavenderedhoney · 2 years

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Going crazy bc I wanna fuck her so so so bad!!

She turned around for me in the shower yesterday while I was washing her and the way she pushed her hips into my hand and started begging when I got to her ass... The way she was looking at me over her shoulder with her eyes heavy-lidded and hot and pleading for me!! I had to give her what she wanted, I had to push my fingers into her and feel her hot and tight around me. Stroked her g spot while she fucked back into me and she came really fast and it was so fucking hot and then she wanted me to hold her afterward and thanked me so sweetly 🤧💖

God and when I pushed her into the bedroom at the end of the night to say goodnight because I wanted to make out in private she got on all fours on the bed and pulled her panties down just to shut my brain off and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to get on my knees and put my tongue inside her. She arched her back and pulled her ass open with one hand to show off her pretty hole. Clenched around nothing just to make me lose my fucking mind. I had to run my knuckles down her taint and the backs of her balls because they looked so good hanging like that and I needed to touch them or I was going to die and it made her shudder and I had to physically restrain myself again from putting my mouth on her.

I couldn't stop myself from climbing onto the bed behind her though to press my hips against her and squeeze her waist and hips and press kisses into her strong back. Then she rolled over and her cock was half hard and flushed lying against her thigh and I had to kiss that a couple times too. When I looked up she was watching me and her eyes were so hot on me and she was biting her lower lip and my stomach just seized. She was so fucking gorgeous and she knew, she knew I was completely under her control and was ready to do anything for her.

I'm going to rim her tomorrow till my lower jaw feels like it's going to fall off and then I'm gonna fuck a baby into her I swear to god.

(DNI if you: are a cishet man, are under 18, do not have your age on your blog, or host ageplay or rapeplay on your blog)

#it is literally criminal that my dick is not big enough to fuck her with i want it so fucking bad #i know feeling her clench on it would kill me and it would be so fucking worth it #baby 💖#text #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #nblw nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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hi teach :) thought i would ask my fave blog for this- scenario where shouto saves his injured so from getting caught up in a villain fight or even kidnapped. keep up the great work but take a break when needed ❤️

Hi sweetie! First let me tell you that I'm honored to be your favorite, I can't thank you enough I swear 😍 Now let's talk about this amazing request! It inspired me and put me back on track after days of uncertainty and self doubt, and for that I am infinitely grateful.

Title : My savior

Characters : Shouto/ Fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ One shot

Summary : You are badly injured and on the verge of death at the hands of the villains you were pursuing. Will Shouto get to you on time?

Trigger warning : Bodily injuries/ emotional distress/ attempted rape

Please do not read if you're a minor

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"What's happening?.. Is it over?.. Did we lose?.. What's this blinding pain shooting up my spine?.. Why can't I move?.."

Countless unanswered questions ran through your mind as you laid motionless in the middle of the battlefield.

Last thing you could remember was Shouto's gentle touches and soft kisses as you were both getting ready to depart on the mission.

_ "Honey just promise me you'll be safe, that's more important to me than whatever outcome we'll be facing."

Those were the words he whispered into your ear right before stealing your lips in a breathtaking kiss..

"Shouto.. Shouto where are you?"

You tried to sit up as your eyes desperately searched for him, but the agony surging throughout your body terrified you. Was that it for you? Was death awaiting?

Surely you weren't expecting to come out unscathed each time. Hell, you had even made your peace with passing away on the job one of those days. It's the downside of choosing to be a pro hero after all.

Therefore no, dying was not what terrified you. It was actually the realization that you might leave this world without seeing his face one last time, without reminding him of your feelings, without kissing him again and making sure he was safe and sound..

_ "Shouto, answer me please.." your voice came out in a whisper, laced in despair.. that was all you managed to let out. You wondered what that last explosion might have done to him. If only you were able to stand on your own two feet.

_ "Oh! Look what we have here! If it isn't our dear y/n."

You immediately recognized the obnoxious laughter coming from behind you, it belonged to one of the villains you pursued.

The shuffling feet approached you, as did your ending.

You could barely move a muscle, let alone fight back. All you could do was lay there and anticipate whatever they had planned for you.

One of the villains kneeled down before picking up a rock and bouncing it with one hand, while using the other to strangle you.

_ "Look at you! Not so tough now are you?" he was mocking you, he wasn't even squeezing your neck that hard. He knew he didn't have to use that much power to end you.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and your mouth hung open as you gasped for air.

Suddenly, your water gates broke, and burning tears traced your cheeks.

_"Oh.. are you crying? Is this your way of asking for mercy?" he was still mocking you.

You were crying, but never to draw their sympathy. To be honest you were miserable, heartbroken, your time was almost over and the last thing you were forced to lay your gaze upon was to be the faces of your killers.

_ "Shouto.." you mouthed the name of the person you wanted to see the most.

_ "Huh? What was that?" your offender pushed a bit harder on your neck as he lowered his face to your level.

_ "Hey hold on! You're gonna break her neck already! I wanna have some fun first, it's not everyday that we get to do this with a pro hero, imagine how famous we'll be!" his friend remarked before crouching down to snatch the rock from the other's hand and throw it away: "not yet."

You closed your eyes as you finally accepted your fate, if you were meant to be played with and killed then darkness should be your last companion.

Your tears kept flowing, and their rough disgusting hands started undressing you.

Shouto..

He was never harsh, never forceful, his touches were always gentle and loving. His lips had always traced your body with such softness that left you trembling in pleasure. His voice was always low and reassuring..

_ "Y/n, are you okay? Look at me honey."

Amazing, you could almost hear him..

_ "Please open your eyes! Talk to me! You can't leave me y/n! You promised to never leave me!"

What's going on? Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was it some kind of a defense mechanism that your brain managed to concoct in order to help you face your demise? Would the illusion disappear if you dared to open your eyes?

You suddenly felt warm, as if something or someone had covered your injured cold body.

A soft familiar touch wiped your tears away, and it felt too real to be just a hallucination .

You hesitantly opened your eyes to find two terrified mismatched ones staring back into yours.

_ "Shouto.. it's really you.." you wanted to reach out and caress his clenched jaws, but you had no power left in you.

_ "I'm here babe, I'm really sorry it took me too long to find you but I've got you now, you're safe." he was struggling to fight back his own tears, seeing you on the verge of dying and almost violated by a couple of lowlife villains was too much to bare.

You heard whimpering not too far from you, only to realize that it belonged to your offenders. They were beaten to a pulp, burnt, bleeding and restrained.

_ "No sweetheart don't look there, just keep your eyes on me, it's gonna be okay I promise." his smile was forced, he was scared out of his wits but tried his hardest to reassure you.

_ "I love you Shouto.." was all you could utter before drifting out of consciousness.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The continuous beeping sound coming from your heart monitor pulled you back to your senses. You felt dizzy but fairly comfortable.

You were obviously laying in a hospital bed, but how long has it been? The horrid events of that fateful day came prancing across your mind but they felt like distant memories.

You tried moving your arms but something kept you from doing so. You looked down to find Shouto sitting in a chair and grabbing onto your hand as he slept.

Your heart swelled and you were overcame with intense emotions.

_ "Shouto, wake up." you tried to keep calm but your cracking voice betrayed you.

He hummed softly and opened his eyes to find you gazing at him.

_ "Y/n you're awake! You're finally up!" he moved to sit by your side before cradling your cheeks, "how are you feeling? Are you still hurt? Can you move? I was so scared I thought I was going to lose you!"

You smiled nuzzling his hand and you could finally heave a sigh of relief.

_ "I'm okay Shouto I promise, don't worry."

You could clearly see him relaxing as your words managed to calm him down. He took your hand and brought it to his lips.

_ "You were unconscious for three days, I was terrified." he mumbled against your skin and placed gentle kisses on each of your fingers, "please don't leave me y/n."

You felt a pang in your heart hearing his last words. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him that you would never leave his side. But you didn't know where to start.

_ "I love you Shouto." that was the only thing you were capable of, but it was enough for him.

He gently helped you sit up before moving closer to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

_ "I love you too honey." he whispered against your mouth, unwilling to break away from you.

Finally, you felt complete, and so did he.

@mommymi1kers

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SR] Thinking on the Rooftop (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Masumi: … (This pressed flower that Tsumugi taught me how to make… I have to keep it close to me so I don’t lose it.)

*door opens*

Banri: Oh. Are you skippin’ class too, Masumi?

Masumi: Whatever.

Banri: Geez. Make sure you go to class, will you?

Masumi: I don’t want to hear that from you.

Banri: Well, I can’t argue with that. Anyways, is that the pressed flower you guys were talkin’ about the other day?

Masumi: Yeah. Tsumugi taught me and I made a bookmark. I carry it around in my student handbook so I can look at it whenever I want. I actually wanted to place her picture inside, but Tsuzuru stopped me.

Banri: Of course he would. Thank God Tsuzuru stopped you.

*door opens*

Sakuya: Ah, here you two are! It’s time for the student body assembly!

Masumi: What a pain.

Sakuya: Don’t say that. Everyone’s going to be there. Come on, we have to hurry!

Banri: Got it, got it.

-pause-

Teacher: That’s all for today’s homeroom class! See you tomorrow.

Masumi: I’m beat… (At times like this, I’ll look at the pressed flower and think of her…) —! (…My student handbook’s gone? I swear it was in my pocket just a moment ago.)

Sakuya: Ah, Masumi-kun! If you don’t mind, why don’t we walk home together?

Masumi: Now’s not the time for that.

Sakuya: What’s wrong?

Masumi: My student handbook is gone. I might’ve dropped it.

*runs off*

Sakuya: Ummmm, Masumi-kun! He left…

-pause-

Masumi: …No good. It’s nowhere to be found. (I searched every spot I could think of… I should’ve tucked it away more carefully.) *Sigh*…

*door opens*

Sakuya: Ah, Banri-kun! Masumi-kun is here!

Masumi: —.

Banri: He looks totally bummed out. It makes sense he wouldn’t look at his phone in that state.

Masumi: …I don’t have time to hang out with you guys right now.

Banri: You sure you wanna say that? —Here. I found this.

Masumi: My student handbook…! Where in the world…

Banri: I spotted it when I came back to the roof after the student body assembly, so I picked it up. I was gonna hand it back after we got home. But Sakuya told me you were searchin’ for it like crazy, so I went out of my way to look for you. You wouldn’t pick up your phone.

Masumi: And the pressed flower…

Banri: Of course it was still inside. See for yourself.

Masumi: …Thank God.

Banri: Geez, dude. Good thing I was the one who picked it up. When you think about what can happen if you drop it like this, it was seriously the right call not to put Director’s picture inside.

Sakuya: All’s well that ends well, right, Masumi-kun?

Banri: If it’s that important to you, then keep it safe so you don’t lose it.

Masumi: …I will.

*flashback ends*

Masumi: (Thanks to those two, I got my student handbook and the pressed flower back.) (Now that I think about it, the times I spent with those guys on the rooftop weren’t so bad… I guess.)

*knock, knock*

Izumi: Masumi-kun?

Masumi: !

*door opens*

Izumi: Ah, you’re awake. Breakfast is ready, but you didn’t show up. I was worried, so I came to check up on you.

Masumi: —.

Izumi: Huh… is that your student handbook from your Hana High days? And… a pressed cherry blossom bookmark? Did someone give that to you?

Masumi: This is… a memory of mine.

Izumi: Hmm…?

Masumi: Hey, I want to hurry up and eat the breakfast you made for us.

Izumi: Ah, that’s right! Let’s eat quickly before it gets cold. Today’s menu is curry toast!

Masumi: …I can’t wait.

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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yk i used to have an old frnd who i was very close to. like really. we used to talk all the time even though we live miles away and haven't met in like 7+ years. but we always got along. she had a really wide and kind of a different approach to life than other people which i really found admiring. i learned a lot of things from her and i honestly miss her presence sometimes. we don't talk anymore. time got us. there wasn't any fight or anything, we just gradually drifted apart and that's what hurts the most. why am i telling you this? because you remind me of her sometimes. she was strong, opinionated and never feared stating whatever was on her mind. that's a quality i acquired from her. so yeah... reading your messages (replies to the anons) remind me of her sometimes.

hope u do well in life, get everything u want and keep up with your spirit, rosie. i wish you the best in life and i hope everyone around you shows their love in their own way to you. and it's my request to you too, that if you have something to say to someone, say it. you never know when things might change, nothing is forever even the best of relationships (platonic, familial or romantic) end sometimes and you don't know when a stranger might become your new special person. so please don't ever hesitate to show your love to your loved ones. i've lost people and it won't be a lie if i say i barely have friends right now (i'm not forty years old, sigh. just ended high school) but that's fine i still have a lot more things coming. i could meet new people in college and hopefully form new definitions of friendships and relationships. but yes, from whatever i have seen so far, what i am sure of is that nothing is forever. i talk to everyone and you won't believe me people see me as a "happy go lucky girl" which i always like, because why being sad in front of people and making them feel sad when they can't do anything to help you? (in a good way. but i have this serious issue of bottling things up and that lead to anxiety. bad one) i literally have these thick walls because of how scared i am of forming bonds just for the fear of losing them. sigh. i just told you nothing is forever but i, myself have a hard time accepting that. easier said than done, isn't it? lol anyway a lot of sentimental and philosophical stuff have been said. geez i might cringe later at myself if you post this. nvm, it's so good that i found your blog, found bts, found armys, and found uh idk everything? yeah, life could be depressing but i try to smile it off because why not?

a frnd of mine was saying she's going to kill herself and i swear i've heard that lot more times from different people. two kids (15 year olds) commited suicide in the last two months where i live. and i was crying in the bathroom because idk who might be next. and it scares me yk what if it's me next? or in future months or years later maybe if i can't smile anymore? it's so disturbing, sigh. and i hate when people joke and say 'i'm gonna kill myself' at the slightest discomfort in life. at least once, just for a second i want them to think of thousands of those people who are surviving under constant fear of hurting themselves for real, who are actually struggling to keep themselves alive, to fight back life harder than it comes for them, and those who want someone to help them out of vicious circle of depression, anxiety and other similar problems they're caught in. i don't like people who make mental health issues look 'aesthetic'. hope they grow up to know better soon.

god i need to learn how to shut up. sorry this long. i love your blog, please don't ever shut this down. ilysm, hope you stay healthy and live your best life. also, again i'm sorry if my message is too depressing. i started off only to tell you that you remind me of my (ex) best friend lol.

Hi, anon! How are you?

I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful but I was a bit surprised when I read that you recently finished high school. There is experience in your words, experience that is usually gained over the years, with mistakes and frustrations but also joys. You are wise beyond your years, anon. That was nice to see. Although I keep in mind that at no point did you mention your age, assuming you're a teenager is perhaps a bit bold of me.

I think I've said it all day but thank you for the nice opinion you have of me. Thank you for the way you think of me. Thank you for somehow telling me that my sincerity is perceived by all of you. I'm sorry that you and your former friend have drifted apart. Life is funny like that sometimes. Sometimes people come into our lives to teach us something but not to stay. And in itself, that is also a life lesson.

In part, you remind me of me but unlike you, I have never had such positive thoughts about my future. About other people's? Of course, I have, but not about mine, I guess in that respect I like to preach but I don't apply what I preach.

Thanks for the advice and good wishes. You are a special person anon. Try not to change. Always try not to let life and all its tribulations ruin your way of thinking. Maybe try to be a little more positive about yourself. Trusting someone else people say is a rewarding thing to do, I need to work on that too, maybe we can do it together. I sincerely hope that people come into your life who bring something to you instead of taking something away from you. I hope that people come into your life with whom you can form sincere, honest and lasting relationships. You sound like the kind of friend I would like to have. That I often need to have.

I wish you nothing but the best anon, thank you for your kind words. I promise I won't forget what you said to me.

GRACIAS!!

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