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violetsaffron5 · 1 year
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12 Days of Christmas (2022)
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1 | A Partridge in a Pear Tree
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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader
Prompt: I got you for Secret Santa and now I have to think about what to get you.
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: jealousy, edging, orgasm delay/denial, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, semi-public sex
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When you’re assigned the one person who has everything for office Secret Santa, what do you get them?
Seriously, they have everything. The money, the fancy cars, the upscale Tokyo apartment with a fabulous view, the promotions at work.
The looks.
It’s not fair for your boss to be an Adonis, yet here he is. White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright in any light surrounded by frosted eyelashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection.
When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of.
The first is that he doesn't have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him couldn't be bothered to settle down. 
The second being the looks he gives you everyday in the office.
You can feel the heat from his gaze, watching the way your hips sway when you walk, how he stares across the conference room table as you chew on your pen, diligently taking notes. You notice the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his gaze.
Those two facts are what ultimately led to your decision of what to give him.
Your coworkers gathered around at the Christmas Eve Party, passing out their Secret Santa gifts, opening and thanking the gift giver. You knew Gojo had made the connection that you were the one assigned to him as he grinned mischievously from across the room.
“Were you able to get a gift in time?” Nanami asked, sitting next to you.
“Um, yeah, I did, but it’s embarrassing.” You laughed and waved your hand in front of your face, wondering if you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life, “I’ll give it to Gojo later.”
And that’s how you got where you are now, laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display for him as he curls two fingers hitting your sweet spot.
“G-Gojo, please,” you’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.
“I’ve already told you. From now on, call me Satoru.”
“Sa-Satoru, Satoru, please, please,” you whine, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, thrusting your hips to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit. 
He has you splayed on his desk, top of your dress ripped down, breasts exposed to him and the hem lifted over your hips, scrunched up at your waist. Aside from his tie having been loosened, and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s totally clothed in his white button up and black slacks.
“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.
Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.
“I’ll try to fill in the gaps,” he coos, “you think you need to cum?”
You whine and shake your head yes.
“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously; you close your eyes, trying to comprehend his question as he asks again.
“Do you think you deserve the cum with the way you smile at Geto, Nanami, Ijichi? You think I don’t see the way you give them “fuck me” eyes from across the room? Think I don’t hear the way you laugh at their jokes in the break room?”
He increases his pace, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling in wake of having been denied only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.
“Please, Satoru, just fuck me,” you whine, so pathetic, so pretty, “please.”
“Fuck, okay, since you asked so nicely,” he breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle in his haste.
You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as his pants and briefs drop to the floor. You bite your lower lip at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times. Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge and the tip perfectly pink.
He’s laying you back down on his desk, the blunt end of his cock slipping past your entrance as you exhale sharply. He goes slow, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time, gripping your hips tight to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.
“You’re soaking wet for me, baby,” he breathes, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled from him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was edging you within an inch of your life.
He rocks his hips, gently, shallow a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.
“Look at you,” he coos, “such a cockslut, letting her boss fuck her brains out,” you clench around him automatically at his words, he hisses, leaning over you, “ha - you like that?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you ramble as he increases his speed, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.
Grabbing each leg, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.
Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft, and full against yours; his kisses are needy, and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.
“Don’t cum,” he groans into you as you clench around him, a heat in your core building and building.
His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him.
His lips are on your neck, kissing, nipping and sucking little marks, your toes are curling in your heels trying your best to will your body not to release until he tells you to.
Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full length windows in his office.
You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of a skyscraper.
“Should fire Ijichi, make you my assistant,” he sighs as your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging, pistoning his hips into yours, “we’ll do this all the time, right here. Been wanting to do this for so long.”
He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, you shatter into a broken scream, vision going white from the intensity.
“Shhh, baby, they’ll hear us.” His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.
You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.
As your eyes refocus, you see the large modern wall clock across the room. The time reads 12:01 A.M.
“Merry Christmas,” you mutter with half lidded eyes, slumping back against the window as his thrusts slow.
He places two fingers below your chin, drawing your attention back up to him, “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he murmurs, placing two soft kisses to your lips, and one to your forehead.
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askthelovenest · 2 years
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Which of your F/Os are more jealous than the others? (If you only have one, which one of you is the more jealous one?)
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So I'll just put down three who fall under the list.
Mordekaiser from League of Legends
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Dedan from OFF
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SkekMal the Hunter from the Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance
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oz-the-sorcerer · 2 years
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Royalmelody Social Media AU
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 17.5 | Part 18
Part 19: [the finale] you will be fine 🌟🎶
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Rek’yr was trying so hard to get Brea to the Wellspring. 😚
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petrichor-idyllic · 11 months
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Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU
I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.
This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.
And I just liked this idea.
SPARKS
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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
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SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.
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You're a member of the Right Arm.
You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.
But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.
Because, well, everyone did.
That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.
Well, kind of.
Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.
And so are you.
You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.
You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.
Well...
Almost.
You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.
You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?
Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.
You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.
Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.
Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.
Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.
It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.
But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.
For a while.
The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.
People are starting to notice.
The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.
God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.
The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.
It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.
The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.
But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"
"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"
"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."
This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."
And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.
"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?
You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."
You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.
Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.
Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.
"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.
Well, shit.
Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.
Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.
Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.
All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.
"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.
What do you even ask?
"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.
"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."
"When did that happen?"
"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."
"And you never mentioned this?"
"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."
This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.
You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"
"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?
"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."
Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."
"Huh?"
"They're messing with you - us, even."
"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."
Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.
"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."
"It's uh, fine. It's fine."
Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.
And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.
Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"
Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.
His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.
"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.
You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.
He's just good at hiding it.
"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.
You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.
"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.
He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.
"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"
"I think they look hot."
Okay, you're becoming very bold.
"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.
"That's not what I said."
"That's what I'm askin'."
You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.
In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.
Which means trying to play it cool.
"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."
"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."
"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.
"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because you like it."
He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"
"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.
"You know what."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"
You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."
"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"
Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.
From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.
He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.
Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.
Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.
Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.
It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.
And it's you.
You're the one touching him.
You.
And that's making it so much worse.
He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.
You notice it, too.
"Minho-?"
"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."
He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.
"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"
"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.
God, what's happening to him?
"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."
His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.
"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.
"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.
"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.
His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.
"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.
It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.
Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.
It's a blur of emotion and hormones.
Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.
"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.
"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."
You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.
"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."
It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.
He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"
"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.
He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.
"Sounds like a good plan."
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Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.
I hope you enjoyed :))
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stiles-o-dylan24 · 5 months
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|| Thomas x Reader || TST&TDC mini-rewrite || ∞ Fluff  Ω Angst ✤Smut
Part 1 - Remember ∞ Ω
Part 2 - Remember More of You ∞ Ω
Part 3 -Remember Me ∞ Ω
Part 4 -Remember, I’m Yours ∞ Ω ✤
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Hello ! Eh could you May write a minho x reader (the maze runner ofc bc I'm currently obsessed and I love your writing) we're he and reader have a cute lil picknick date in the savehaven bc happy endings are deserved
Happy endings are most definitely deserved. Also, the line between cuteness and cheesiness was definitely blurred with this one. Hope you enjoy!
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First date
Minho x gender neutral!reader
Set post-tdc
Scrolling through pinterest for these photos is incredibly fun but also the most offensive slap in the face as a single person TT
Also, Newt is alive!
Warnings: language
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He's been planning for weeks.
You know this because no matter how subtle he tries to be, you've seen the way he's been throwing you weird looks and acting uncharacteristically skittish and suspicious ever since you got to the Safe Haven.
He'd asked you earlier that day (Mr. oh so casual and cool), caught your hand before going off to work. "Y/n, can I take you to dinner tonight?"
As prepared and expectant as you thought you were, you'd just stuttered out a surprised yes and stood there blushing as he grinned and walked away.
But now he's standing in your open door, and you know that this is the moment he's been planning for weeks.
You drink in the sight of him, framed by the sunset behind, and you can tell that the smile on his face is nervous, despite how well he's hiding it.
"Hey," you say, running a self conscious hand through your hair. The Safe Haven is a place for refuge, and doesn't have much in terms of fancy clothes, so you're dressed in a plain long-sleeved shirt and... you're reluctant to say you're wearing sweatpants to a date, but they're pretty much sweatpants.
Minho's dressed similarly, just a grey T-shirt (likely to make you panic over his arms) and a jacket slung over his shoulder, presumably in case it gets cold later.
Still, he gazes at you like you hung the moon, and says in the most genuine, sincere tone, "You look beautiful."
Fuck. "Thanks," you manage to say. "You do too."
Minho smirks. "I know."
"God-" you huff out a breath, rolling your eyes and pushing him out the door.
He nudges you with his shoulder, grinning at you, and you let out a laugh, relaxing instantly. You can read it in his eyes; it's just me. The one person in the world you're most comfortable with.
"Darling?" he says smoothly, offering you his arm with a cocky grin on his face.
Your heartrate picks up, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. Two can play at that game. You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and lift onto your toes to whisper in his ear. "Let's go, baby."
You smirk at the flustered expression that crosses his face, before he recovers and starts to lead you forward. "Let's."
So, you and Minho... technically haven't had a first date yet.
You got together after escaping the Maze and WCKD, your first kiss being a searing, desperate, we-almost-got-killed-by-zombies crush of mouths. From then, you haven't had the chance to go on a proper date.
Basically, you have no idea what to expect as he leads you to Newt and Thomas' hut.
Minho shoots you quick smile as he knocks on the hut door, which immediately opens.
You're greeted by twin smirks, before Thomas disappears into the hut with Minho, who squeezes your hand and gives a quick "back in a sec".
"Any idea what he's got planned for you?" asks Newt, leaning on the door frame.
"Not a clue," you reply. "You got anything to share?"
"Can't spoil it, sorry," says Newt, shrugging.
He glances over his shoulder. "Look, I've got about five seconds now where I could give you the shovel talk, but I really don't think you, or Minho, need that, so I'm just gonna give you this: You guys are perfect together. Have fun, yeah?"
You huff out a laugh, ducking your head. "We will. Thanks, Newt."
He nods at you as the other boys come back, and your eyes drop to the picnic basket clutched in Minho's hand. "What-"
Minho chuckles at your widened eyes. "Come on, we're going to the beach."
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"Minho, this is amazing," you say incredulously, staring at the picnic spread out in front of you. There's a blanket thrown over the sand, with food boxes and drinks resting on it. Plus, a lantern sits in the centre, casting a warm glow over your faces.
"You like it?" asks Minho, a smile tugging at his lips.
You nestle closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's perfect. I love it."
Time floats by as the two of you talk and eat, watching the sunset and trying to stop the napkins flying away in the breeze (you have to slap a hand over them, and Minho nearly knocks over a drink catching the one that escapes your grasp, and neither of you can stop giggling; yes, giggling).
"Here, just pack it all in the basket."
"Yeah- shit, where'd it go?"
"I've got it," says Minho, tossing the cups in.
You place the picnic basket behind you, on one of the corners of the blanket.
"Hang on," you mutter. You grab a couple more rocks to weigh down the blanket so the corners stop flicking up. "Fuck- shit," you shake your head as the sand flies into your face, and you groan to yourself as you brush it off.
You drop the last rock into place, dusting off your palms and nodding at your handiwork, before turning and- oh.
Minho's sitting back, hands braced under his shoulders, with the softest, fondest, most tender expression on his face. Just... watching you.
You smile self-consciously, and he shakes his head, face breaking into a smile. He sits forward, raising his hands and opening his arms in a 'come here' gesture, and you oblige immediately, melting into him.
"I love you," he whispers, lips pressing against your head.
You lift your eyes to meet his, nudging your noses together. "I love you too," you reply softly, before capturing his lips in a kiss.
You push him down gently, rolling over on top so you can slot your mouth over his, one hand cupped around his face as he loops his arms around you to pull you closer.
He tastes like sea air, and the sweet cordial you were drinking earlier, and home.
"Wait, wait."
You let out a small noise as Minho breaks the kiss, pulling away.
"I had one more surprise planned for tonight," he tells you, reaching into a hidden box.
You watch curiously as he hooks up a speaker and turns on a small screen.
Minho grins at you as his finger hovers over a 'play' button on the screen.
"You didn't," you breathe.
"I did," he responds.
"Minho, how'd you even find-"
You stop speaking as light instrumental music fills your ears, and you close your eyes as the present blurs into the past.
"We look stupid."
"I really don't care."
Bare feet whisper through the grass as you join hands with Minho.
You step through the sand, taking Minho's hand.
"I mean, I did promise you."
"I'll get you music next time, trust me."
"It's okay, just dance with me now."
Two figures spin in the darkness, moving with no rhythm, no song playing to guide.
Minho's face glows in the lamplight, and he twirls you as the music swells.
He catches you in his arms as you spin back to him, and you tip your head up so you're nose to nose.
Then you're kissing, arms wrapping around each other as the water sweeps up around your ankles.
"This is perfect," you murmur. "You're perfect."
Minho laughs softly. "Nah, that's you, sweetheart."
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the-fiction-witch · 6 months
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Jealous
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Media TMR TDC
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating Sweet
Concept Last City
I yawned as I pushed myself up from the soft grey mattress. I moved the sheets away from me and swung my feet out until they met the softness of my Light blue slippers. I fixed the bed sheets, I climbed out of the bed completely, headed across the floor to the kitchen. I pressed a few buttons letting the machine fill my mug with tea. I took the mug and headed over to the living room I pressed the button to open the shutters, the darkness slowly disappeared as the shutters slowly rise, Letting in the bright sunlight and the views of the last city.
I sipped my tea softly watching the monorail rush across the tracks, and people going back and forth on their travels through the city, once my tea was finished I set the mug down on the small table.
I jumped as arms wrapped around my waist pulling me tightly into his body
"Ahhhh!" I squealed playfully as he began to tickle me "Newt!" I whined as I tried to push away his tickling hands but instead, his hands settled in the small of my back and he pulled me into his chest his nose against my own
"Good Morning Love" He cooed and rubbed my hip with his thumb
"Good Morning Newt" I smiled wrapped my arms lazily around his neck and tugged his hair a little to bring him down for a kiss, I happily tightened my grip on the short hair at the back of his head, and his arms around me tightened as we rather eagerly kissed each kiss getting heavier and deeper until-
Violent cries that caused us to laugh "Your turn" I smiled poking his chest
"I'm going, I'm going love" He chuckled leaving my arms and heading across the apartment, and I turned smiling as Newt headed over in his shorts and loose orange shirt "Hello darling" he cooed reaching his arms into the crib lifting out little Lilly cradling her in his arms softly which silenced her cries as she happily giggled.
"Bring me my baby girl" I smiled
He happily came over bringing her so we could both cuddle her
"Hello sweetie, did you want a little cuddle?"
"I think she was just getting jealous, she doesn't like when mummy and daddy give each other attention and not give her any"
"She's always jealous" I giggled giving her head a little kiss 
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violetsaffron5 · 1 year
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12 Days of Christmas (2022)
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| Masterlist | Taglist | Ao3 | Social Media | Discord 18+ | Chapter 7 |
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6 | Six Geese-a-Laying
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Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro
Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism
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It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.
So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.
Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.
You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.
You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.
“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”
You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.
You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.
The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.
But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.
The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.
All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.
Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.
A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.
He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.
You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.
The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.
“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.
“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”
“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.
The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.
Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.
You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.
Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.
It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.
You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.
“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.
You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.
“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.
Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?
No. Not tonight at least.
You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.
“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.
It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.
The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.
You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.
Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.
You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.
They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.
“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 
“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.
“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.
He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.
He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.
“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.
Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.
Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.
It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.
You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.
They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.
Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.
Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.
“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”
Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.
Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.
“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.
“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.
They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”
Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.
Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.
You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.
Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.
You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.
When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.
Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.
It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.
Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.
“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.
Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.
“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”
You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.
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chuunardo · 9 months
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Hey crew!! *drops gelfling fanart no one asked for*
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I know Kylan doesn't exactly look like himself I'm sorry >0<
Also going back into the The Dark Crystal Fandom again (which I do once every blue moon lol) and I'm going down into the wormhole. You could say I have a soft spot for these gelfling lads and TDC is my guilty pleasure lol
(For the love of Thra, or whatever they say, and give me more Seladon x Gurjin fics pls)
Hey yall future me here, just here to say I also made a Seladon one so yippee!!! >>allmaudra
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adarlingmess · 5 months
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WIP GAME
I was tagged by @unreadpoppy!
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Oh shit I have a metric shit ton of art and writing WIPs and almost all are about Raphael. Help the devil has taken over my life
Off the top of my head here's the ones I've been working on
The Triumph of Raphael over Zariel
Spellwork
TDC Chapter 10
Commission - The Devil of the Opera
Commission - Raphael x Tav
Commission - Raphael and Durge
Tagging: @childofyuggoth, @kiss-inferna and everyone else who wants to participate!
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thanatasia · 9 months
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I live!!!
I apologize for my absence. A lot of things hit me since late February but, I have some fun (and angsty) commissions from the kind @pepperedappels and @rianisbeststoneboi
They both have a cool TDC x Star Wars AU that was fun drawing out. Thank you so much to the both of you for commissioning me! I greatly appreciate it and thank you for allowing me to share the images!
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toby-du-coeur · 17 days
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pt 2 tdc liveblog: sonya Looking Respectfully at aris jones edition
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so minho's in like the next car over this whole time right. WHY ISN'T HE POUNDING THE WALLS SAYING SOMETHING he has to realise they're trying to rescue him and they got the wrong one??? did he do it on purpose to let others be rescued -
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in so many ways, tdc theme is 'just a little closer'.... the maneuvering in this scene, the fact min's in the next car, teresa, newt i mean imagine if brenda had been just a few seconds later and hadn't arrived with the serum -
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newt looked so worn and exhausted thru all of tst, and in this scene i feel like he's rly lively and himself. a brief interlude before the deterioration continues :( :( :(
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awe look at her holding his arm :') big sister energy
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lol why does he have a wckd label on his holster
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oh! bookworm!brenda confirmed then! she is reading x-men: watchers on the walls
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Healer Sonya 🥰🥰🥰 look at her in her little halo of light. truly newt's sister ..the way she's looking at him.... sonyariset polycule??
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yeahh umm we were trying to rescue minho actually. we were. we were just gonna let you die -
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oh my gods literally both siblings with their golden hair in the light and sonya & harriet both looking at aris like hes something to eat i can't unsee this now
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plus newtmas' eyess im swooning
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aris is lookin Very Pretty here ✨ [um sonya legit doesn't take her eyes off him im]
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sooo update ig the turtlenecks are just wckd fashion? so they can be more enveloped in black? otherwise it's janson enforcing his sense of style on everybody
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