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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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Hi! Could you please make a one shot of Tom Holland where the reader and him are best friends and they both take the glamour friendship test (it’s on YouTube if u need an example of what that is) and then they both throughout the tests realize their feelings (or they knew they had feelings and they grow stronger) and then after the test they end up together somehow? (Maybe a cute love confession)? thank you so much!

hi! this idea was so so so so cute i loved it so much!! tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy <3

The Friendship Test

tom holland x female!reader, friends to lovers

“Alright Tom, we’re going to ask you a few questions about your friendship with Y/N, alright?”

Tom nods politely at the producer, rubbing his hands together as he looks at the camera. You’re sat in a separate room with the same set up, both doing the mini interview portion of the video. He wonders what sort of things you’re saying about him.

“So you and Y/N have been friends for years, where did you two meet?” asks the producer.

Tom chuckles.

“We met in school, back when we were around ten or so. This girl had just moved to our school and on the first day she threw her maths textbook at a boy who made fun of her hair. I kinda just knew from that moment we’d be best friends.”

“What’s the best thing about being friends with Y/N?” the producer asks next.

Tom looks up at the ceiling for a moment, deep in thought.

“Uh, I think it’s gotta be how caring she is, really. She puts everyone at ease and she’s always just there for you, you know? I think because we met so young and got to know each other so well before we ended up going into the same industry career-wise, it’s nice to have someone who knows who you truly are and not having to do the scary things alone. Everything crazy that’s happened in the last few years, Y/N’s been there with me through it all, you know?”

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“What was your first impression of Tom?” the producer asks you.

You rub your hands on your sweater, sort of wishing Tom was there as a source of comfort.

“Honestly? I thought he was this absolute goofball who couldn’t take anything seriously. Then we became friends, and I realised I was right. He is an absolute goofball.”

The producer nods. “What’s your favourite thing about being best friends with Tom?”

“That boy will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Doesn’t matter who you are, how well you know each other, if he sees that you’re sad or worried, he’ll always drop everything to cheer you up. I’ve never met someone who cares quite as much as Tom does.” you grin.

Exercise one: Give each other compliments

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“Be prepared to cry,” chuckles Tom, scribbling away on the little notepad he had been handed.

You glare playfully at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh, you are going down, Holland. You’re gonna need to be breathing into a paper bag to calm down from the hysterics you’ll be in after my compliments.”

Despite your competitive trash talking, your notepad is blank as you tap the pen against it, trying to think of what to write. Everything you think of is either completely generic, or far too personal in a way that would totally give away how you truly feel for your best friend.

“Tom, you read your compliments out first,” directs the producer.

Tom turns to face you, looking into your eyes as he starts.

“Y/N, you are hands down the funniest person I’ve ever met. The things you say are sometimes so absurd, I can’t even understand you but I know you’re saying something hilarious. You are a pro at beer pong, so a great person to have on my team.”

You chuckle, nodding at the camera.

“Tom and I are undefeated in beer pong, it’s true. I absolutely carry the team.”

Tom rolls his eyes.

“Can I finish my compliments without you dragging me?”

“Sorry.”

“You have the best taste in music, even when you go down a rabbithole and only listen to Lorde for like 3 weeks and force us all to listen with you. Whenever I get AUX, I put on your playlist and pretend it’s mine so people will think I’m cool.”

You double over, covering your face as you laugh.

“Are you serious? Oh my God I can’t believe you do that.”

He nods almost shyly, but maintains eye contact as he reads his last compliment.

“My entire family loves you, probably more than they love me. You fit in so well with my family we can’t even remember what it was like before we met you. I can’t imagine my life without you, love.”

You stop laughing, hand flying up to rest on your heart as you pout.

“Tommy stop, you literally are going to make me cry,” you say, as you take a step closer and press a gentle kiss to his pink cheek. He blushes even harder, and you clear your throat, taking a step back.

“Ok, my turn now?” you start. “Tom. You are the most generous person I’ve ever met and would literally give the clothes off of your back if someone asked. And by the way, the rest of us would not be complaining if you did,” you raise your eyebrows for emphasis, giving the camera a knowing look.

Tom rubs the back of his neck, unable to hide his grin even as he rolls his eyes at your exaggerated flirting. He only wishes you were really flirting with him, not just teasing him as you normally do. You are just teasing, right?

“You have a contagious smile, it’s impossible not to smile when you’re around. You’re also a great listener, one of those people where it feels like you are actually listening, not just nodding occasionally while you think about what to have for lunch.” you continue.

You take a deep breath. “Last of all, Tom, you feel like home. You are my home and I know that whenever you’re around things will be okay.”

You’re met with a hushed silence across the small studio, and look up worriedly. To your surprise, Tom’s bottom lip trembles as a few tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

“I’m woefully unprepared for this,” he sniffles. “Usually she gives me two compliments a year and spends the rest of it roasting me.”

Exercise two: Hug for one minute

You reach out and rub a hand soothingly on his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder as he collects himself, and the screen goes blank.

“A whole minute?” you shriek, a little too loud for Tom’s liking.

“Alright, don’t need to act like it’d be so awful to hug me,” he pouts.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” you giggle, feeling a little mean. “I just meant- like-”

“Just come here love,” says Tom, rolling his eyes and enveloping you in his arms. You wrap your own around him, hands resting on his upper back and head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder as he leans his own head against yours. You can feel the slow thump thump of his heartbeat and can’t help the gentle butterflies in your stomach.

“This is nice,” he murmurs as he holds you impossibly tighter.

“Mhmm,” you agree, feeling your eyelids droop slightly.

Tom instinctively rubs his thumb soothingly on your shoulder as your fingers begin to twirl and fiddle the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“And… time,” says the producer, looking down at the stopwatch in her hands.

“Y/N?” Tom whispers. “Y/N! Earth to Y/N…” he rubs a hand gently on your arm as you blink in the bright room.

“Wha- did I-”

“You sort of fell asleep on me there, love,” Tom stifles a laugh.

“Oh shit,” you say, embarrassed. “Sorry, maybe the press tour is getting to me.”

You quickly dab up the droplet of drool that ended up on Tom’s sweater as he chuckles.

Exercise three: Trust fall

“S’alright. Just a one-minute cat-nap.”

“Oh nooo,” you whine. “I did this with a girl back when I was a kid and she fucking dropped me. I’m still traumatised to this day. You’d better go first, Tom.”

“Can you even catch me?” Tom quirks a brow at you and you gasp in faux hurt.

“Look at this muscle, baby,” you say, flexing a bicep and Tom bites his tongue at the sight.

He stands in front of you, shrugging as you prepare to hold out your arms.

“I've broken my nose a couple times. What’s a few more broken bones?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall back into your arms. You do falter a little as he hits your arms, but you manage to play it off and catch him cleanly, pushing him back up to a standing position.

“See? Painless.” you say.

Tom nods.

“Not bad. Your turn, love,” he grins.

Your stomach twists as you switch positions and stand in front of him, throat drying out. Tom senses this and leans in so the microphones won’t pick up on his whispers.

“I’ll always catch you, promise. You can trust me.”

You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut as you allow yourself to fall back. Tom expertly catches you a second later, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning forwards so his mouth is right next to your ear.

“I’ve got you, darling.”

You squeeze his hand in thanks and blush painfully at how close he is. You straighten up and both smile brightly into the camera, wrapping up the video.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you start

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“I’m Tom Holland,” he continues, “and this has been us taking the Glamour Friendship Test.”

“Thanks so much for watching, and be sure to check out our new film Uncharted, in cinemas now!” you both wave at the camera, and as soon as the producer calls cut and thanks you both, you shoot out of the room and into your dressing room, leaving a slightly confused Tom standing in the pale pink studio.

You pick up your bag, glancing around the dressing room one last time to check you haven’t forgotten anything. Just as you’re about to open the door and go home to sit on the sofa and replay the moment Tom had whispered into your ear so intimately, a knock sounds at the door.

“Y/N?” Tom calls.

You open the door, revealing him leaning against the doorframe.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“Hi,” he repeats.

“I was just about to leave-”

“I need to talk to you.” he interrupts.

“Oh. Is everything okay?” you ask.

“Yeah. No. I just, I have to tell you something.” he says desperately.

Your pulse quickens as you nod. “Okay…”

He looks down at his feet, unable to make eye contact.

“I really like you.” he mumbles.

“What?” you ask, leaning closer to hear him.

“I really like you. Like, more than just best friends. And I just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. I tell you everything and I hate having this huge secret I couldn’t tell you. So I just wondered if maybe you wanted to go and grab a coffee or something? And then maybe we could go out to dinner later this week, just the two of us…” he trails off, fiddling with the ring on his pinkie finger.

You grin, putting your bag down on the floor and standing up again to your full height.

“Thomas Holland. Are you finally asking me out?”

His head snaps up at the ‘finally’.

“I mean yeah… If you want me to be, that is…”

You don’t reply verbally, instead placing a hand on his jaw and leaning in to press your lips into his. It takes only a second or two until he relaxes into the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist and his other hand finding its way into your hair.

You pull away, grinning as you rest your foreheads together and catching your breath.

“I’m expecting a muffin with my coffee, by the way.”

He grins as he picks up your bag for you, wrapping his arm around your back to rest his hand in the back pocket of your jeans and pressing a peck to your hairline as he leads you down the hallway.

“Alright love. Let’s go get you your muffin.”

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ppersonna · 3 years

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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily.

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.

“You call Jimin a prince?”

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.

He just matched with YOU.

His best friend.

His secret, lifelong crush.

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff.

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.

“It’s nothing!”

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”

You roll your eyes.

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off.

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.

“What’s up?” He asks curiously.

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.

“And I promise to never run away from you again.”

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes.

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.

“Still dreaming?”

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.

“I plan to find out everything.”

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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seishirology · 2 years

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BAROU SHOEI + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

request : hii, I love your headcanons and you make them fit the character so well!! So I was wondering if I could request some Baro boyfriend hcs?? Thank you <3 includes : barou A/N ; my opinions only!! sorry it took so long I'm having problems with my posts. atm masterlist

SHOEI BAROU

big sigh. I'm honestly not going to lie his whole personality was so much more different from what I had originally thought at first. he's a lot like dot/daht(?) from mashle: muscles and magic and it's really funny how they grow as characters.

anyways we all know that he's a perfectionist, and he likes to have everything planned down to the littlest detail, so I think that if you're going to date him you're going to have to be willing to be flexible. depending on how long your relationship has been going on he's less likely to build his schedule around you if you haven't been together for too long. however if you've been together for a strong year at the very least he'll occasionally make sure to make time in his day for the both of you.

I think he'll treat you like every other person, but the thing is he cares about you so it isn't like him being domineering because he wants to control every aspect of your life. He'll plan out what you should eat, maybe he'll even cook for you and say that he just happened to think of you and it wasn't like he was trying to go out of his way to make you happy.

He doesn't seem to be a big fan of pda or physical affection in general, he prefers to simply spend time with you. but he does like to hold you while you're sleeping or while he tells you about his day or vice versa. He likes to watch you sleep, but not in a creepy way. It's more like he likes to simply enjoy the fact that you trust him enough to be this vulnerable with him. not just that but ur a cutie yk

one of the ways he shows his adoration or love for you is by working out with you, or simply doing stuff with you that he would usually do alone. he likes having you by his side, and that's why he's such a sucker for couple activities. it's because you're just so important to him that any time he can he will spend that time with you.

if he ever meets your parents you're honestly not even going to have to explain much. because as unruly as he may be personality-wise, barou isn't a monster. he shows up to your parent's house with housewarming gifts. he flatters your mother and impresses your father with his muscles lol.

hates children. claims that he will punt the next kid who breathes his way, but whenever you see him with a child he's treating them like they're his own. he comforts them awkwardly when they're crying, patting their back while mumbling words of affirmation and promises to find their parents. if you have little siblings, he's gonna pretend not to like them but he's going to let them ride on his shoulders, he'll play ball with them, and might even give them a taste of his workout routine.

listens to all of the playlists that you make for him if you do. he'll heart it, and listen to it with whatever activity you've made it for. if you made it for his workout routine, he'll listen to it then. when he's practicing, cooking, cleaning, anything simply because it reminds him of you. he might even make one for you if you beg for it.

He likes to clean, a lot, so he has mixed feelings on your room if it's clean. on one hand he wants to make your room tidy, it's one of his ways of showing that he loves you. however if it's messy he'll scold you while he fold your shirts and makes you put them away. either way please leave him some clothes to fold so that he can show his appreciation for u.

when you guys go shopping together he stays in the soap area, where the detergent, sponges, swishers, where those appliances are. which means you have to do the real shopping of looking around and buying food not just cleaning supplies. in these instances his face looks the same as usual except his eyes are shiny with excitement.

actually doesn't cry when watching disney movies, he has watery eyes but never lets the tears fall. it's not toxic masculinity but rather he doesn't want to seem like a liar because he said he's never cried except for when he was born.

doesn't use petnames but if you want him to use them the best he comes up with is sponge. he calls you the name of his favourite sponge brands or simply just sponge as it is. literally before he left he called you and his last words were, "bye scrub daddy." and then hung up on you before you could say anything. actually hates being called stuff like honey or baby because he claims that he's "not a baby nor a jar of honey".

when you say something weird he side-eyes you the way dogs do. he just stares at you in disappointment when you say the dumbest shit. will not join you, because that is not main character energy. I feel like even though he may hold the most braincells with you he loses them twice as fast as he would with the blue lock boys.

does not take you out on dates. at least not anymore, because before he would take you out once every two weeks because he planned them out very specifically. but then one time you guys bumped into nagi and the gang, and he had to pay for them as well as you. so now you guys just watch movies at home with homemade popcorn.

if you want him to help you with your homework i think he's the only one who will be of help. passes every final he's taken with flying colours but doesn't rub it in your face. he just brings it up every once in a while when you complain about your homework so you'll ask him because he doesn't want to be the one to initiate it. he's shy you guys.

if you ever make pudding for him, he will appreciate it forever and anything he does will never be on the same level as that. especially when he's sick it reminds him of the good memories he had when his mom made it for him when he was young.

doesn't let you touch the 'x' on the side of his head after that one time you said you would cut the 'x' for him at home. he's never let you near his hair with a pair of scissors after that. however he lets you braid his hair though, he likes the feeling of you hands in his hair.

doesn't kiss you. doesn't hold your hand. and doesn't call you anything other than your name or sponge(and brands). he seems like a traditional man to me, and premaritally hand holding is a big no-no for him. although it is just a joke.

loves his mother to pieces. so if you don't treat his mother well he's gonna dump you. furthermore if you treat your parents poorly he's not gonna give you a second look. Although his standards are impossible to fulfill he doesn't care about the other stuff if you treat his mother well. he's hearing wedding bells the moment he sees you treating your parents well.

loves you a lot, but is kind of like a second mother. he's very quiet, and might be domineering but that's just bc he's the real main character not isagi. 8/10 experience tbh, but the side eye he gives is something that would haunt me forever tbh.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock baro #barou shouei #barou x reader

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uuujeewriting · 3 years

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you can do it! [albedo, kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc]

s/o has been going through a depressive episode and lacks motivation to finish their work and is getting anxiety because of it

tw: none, mentions of depression/anxiety, nothing too much. fluffy comfort <3

albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

a/n: self indulgent bc i'm way behind school and in the middle of a depressive episode so motivation's been lacking ;-; hope you guys are having a good week tho!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

oh? unmotivated you say.. self depricating thoughts? intrusive ones too?

albedo was never one to mope around when he was stuck on some problem he's yet to puzzle together, but seeing you exhausted, anxious and so... dull–he desperately wants to take all your worries away

he's a bit slow, failing to realize your depressive episode for a few days. as it prolongs, he notices how you seem to talk down to yourself and give up easily

sometimes, you don't even start work at all

this is due to your anxiety, he assumes as you think you're incapable of finishing or doing the work satisfactorily enough.

pulling you into an embrace from behind as you work on the projects you've been stuck on for the past few weeks, he gently whispers into your shoulder

"darling, have you been alright recently? are you in need of assistance?" he asks

he presses a loving kiss on your neck and you stifle a chuckle

"it's that apparent, no? i've been under the weather for quite a while now.."

as you explain your reasons and all your troubles to his end, he nods and hums ever so often

"you must be feeling drained, hm? well, frankly enough, i seem to need a break myself."

"eh? albedo where-!!”

he pulls you away from your working place and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently as he smiles at you

"aside from your unmotivated self, i reckon you need reassurance for those intrusive thoughts of yours."

and that, ladies, gentlemen and folks, is how you end up cuddling with albedo until the sun sets and you fall asleep

bask in the comfort of his words as he calls you his everything and more :')) <333

kaeya

my, oh my. what's gotten into his precious little love?

he's sharp, quite easily takes notice to your frantic and dim self.

he sees you sitting outside, head in your hands and sighs leaving your lips every now and then

unbeknownst to you, he creeps behind you and presses a careful peck on the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch and look back quickly

he was about to laugh at your cuteness, but as soon as he's reminded of your troubled state, he sits beside you and takes your face into his hands

sir we're in the plaza-

"oh archons, why is my sunshine so dim these days?" he pouts

rip u probably after this

"kaeya.. well, you see-"

and as you explain your current doubts and anxieties, he strokes your cheeks softly and looks into your eyes fondly

when you're finished, he nods and presses a light kiss on your forehead, a silent promise to accompany and help you on your endeavors to face your troubles

"i'll always be here for you, my love. if there's anything i can help you with, do not hesitate to come into my arms, hm?"

"noted, mr. suave"

jkjk o r a m i

he laughs and kisses you on the edge of your mouth

"what say you we head into the tavern for a bit? you could use some relaxation, right?"

as if you had a choice other than to say yes

childe

this man would know the second it started

having a bunch of siblings has its benefits huh

when he walks into your shared room and sees you on the edge, tears brimming your eyes he sits you down on your bed

"hey, hey.. i'm here, it's alright."

as you cry in his embrace, he rocks you gently, shushing you softly in an attempt to hinder your tears

"you can tell me if you're up for it, honey. i'm never too busy for you."

"i-it's just that-"

mhm. oh? why, how dare they treat you so harshly. really? why must you have to be burdened so heavily?

he acknowledges your struggles and worries with gentle strokes and brushing through your hair

"you have it really rough, don't you? ah well, nothing we can do but-"

"childe?"

he stands up and leaves the room for a second

he comes back with food, drinks, your favorite clothing of his, a scented candle you bought and some books you have yet to finish reading

the action warms your heart as you sniffle and smile at your lover

as soon as he lays down with you, prepare to never see daylight again as he won't let go for the longest, and i mean longest time ever

"i love you, y/n. you're strong and don't let anything, not even yourself, make you think otherwise."

zhongli

dearest, must life be so unfair to you? why you out of all people?

zhongli is wise–he knows something is bothering you when it does. that being said, he isn't sure whether or not he should approach you so directly

especially if it seems like a sensitive topic

instead, in your depressive state and anxious fiddling, he calls you over to him

he pulls you into his lap as he takes your face into his hand and kisses you tenderly

"my dear, has anything been bothering you? might i offer my hand in dealing with them?"

you'd think kaeya's mr. suave then this man pops up with his broke ass

"as a matter of fact.."

as you go on and state your dealings and troubles, he listens with an almost solemn look

he looks at you with utmost affection and concern when you finish

"the terrains of life have been steep and intimidating, you have been very commendable for braving through these, my dearest."

he places his lips onto your own and strokes the back of your head lovingly

for a reserved man, zhongli easily expresses his affection for you in multitudes of ways

his kisses being one of them

after parting your lips, he peppers your face with his kisses and you laugh quietly at his ministrations

"might i suggest a quick stroll to take your mind off things?"

you agree, thinking that once you head home, you'll be back to work with a clearer mind

little did you know mr. no money in his pockets got a liiiittle surprise for you as you won't be returning to your work any time soon :DDDD

by 'surprise' i mean he's taking you out to dinner

yall nasties

diluc

diluc is a busy man, dealing with a winery and all

along with his night profession (which he has only admitted to you and the traveling duo)

you did your best to hide your troubled self and aid him in his work, but you can only hold the facade for so long before it eats you up inside

when you break, he is slightly taken aback but is quick to comfort you

he sees you shaking and situates you on his couch as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you curl into his figure

he's very warm

"sweetheart, would you mind telling me the problem?" he asks

he waits for an answer as you're still trying to find the words

"diluc, i'm sorry for bothering you.. i know you have plenty on your schedule and-”

"y/n, you're my top priority, no matter what. my work is nothing compared to what you mean to me."

and it's true, you're really his top priority

woohoo !! :DD

when you explain your anxieties and doubts to diluc, he's very understanding and listens to you earnestly

"-and that's why i've been so.. down, let's put it."

he strokes your face and presses his forehead to your own, looking you in the eye softly

he pulls you in tighter and closer, pressing kisses to your jawline and below your ear

"thank you for expressing your troubles with me, my love. i'm sorry for not noticing earlier."

"no need, love, you're very busy and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to understand me."

he pulls away for a second and shakes his head

"again, my work is nothing compared to you. i am willing to put aside all my responsibilities for a week in order to ensure your happiness."

uh wh a t

"ah," you laugh concerned, "sure–"

"which is what we're going to be doing this week." he smiles

welp. no turning back now

enjoy ur week with the redhead you utter s i m p

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ded-space · 3 years

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Can I get an HC of the demon bros reacting to MC coming out as Nonbinary :> if- that's okay dhduehovduvd8bd and uhm, if it's okay can you include some non-dateables like Barbatos and Simeon <3333333 ouuu and Diavolo

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA!

MC comes out as Nonbinary! :)

Reblogging permission ✅

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Lucifer

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"What's the matter MC?"

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

"Is that all love?"

*eyes open wide you look to him confused.. you weren't expecting that reaction*

"You're my favorite human, and I'll always see you as just that. You're my human." *He embraces you in a warm hug*

*you tear up relived and joyful*

"How would you like me to address you from now on?"

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Asmodeus

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"Oh! Sweetie is everything alright?"

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

*Smiles* "it's about time!"

"What-?"

"I've known for a long time honey! I'm non-binary too!"

"Oh no! Have I been misgendering you!?" :(

"Nope! I use all pronouns! Hehe"

"Well that's a relief!"

"Come here and give me a hug"<3

*The two of you hug tightly*

"How would you like me to refer to you?" :D

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Satan

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"MC! What a pleasant-.. is something wrong??"

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

"Thank you for informing me! I'm well read on the subject and will continue to support you any way possible. If you have a name change in mind I will happily change the name on your D.D.D. for you if you'd like."

*You didn't expect him to be so prepared*

"I hope you know that the way I care for you goes beyond gender" *He grabs your hand and holds it to his heart wearing a charming smile*

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Beel

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"Mm?"

"Beel.. I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

" :( but cheese is so delicious.."

"No.. Beel that's non-dairy" 😰 "I said I'm non-binary.. I'm not a boy or girl.."

"..So you can have cheese?"

"Yes, I can have cheese"

[ (a/n) unless you actually can't pfft]

"Then that's all that matters :)"

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Belphie

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

*yawn* "MC?" *Signals you to lay next to him*

*You stand next to his bed too nervous to lay down*

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

"What name and pronouns should I use for you? :)"

"I go by (y/n) and use (*insert your pronouns here*)"

*He grabs your arm and pulls you onto the bed and grips you like a koala planting kisses on your forehead*

You felt safe and comforted

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Mammon

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"Ey? What's up MC?"

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

"Kudos!'

"You do know what that means right Mammon?"

" 'course I do! I gotta bunch of enby witches, sorcerers and wizards up my ass all the time!"

🤦

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Levi

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

*focused on his game* knowing it's you seeing as nobody else enters his room he asks: "Are you here to play 'Ruri-chan and the hidden legend of her fathers brothers friends cousins lost treasure of tetris mountain' with me?

"Another time, but.. I have to tell you something..

*He pauses his game and looks at you prepared to listen attentively*

*deep breath* I am non-binary"

"Wooahh! That's totally awesome! I'm happy for you!" :) "Do you have a name picked out yet? (If not I wanna give you some ideas!)"

"I have! call me (y/n)" / "Not yet!" /I'm not changing it :)" / "Still thinking about it 🤷"

"YOU ARE VALID!"

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Diavolo

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"Is everything alright mi amor?"

"I have to tell you something..

"I'm all ears"

*deep breath* I am non-binary"

"Yes, okay go on"

"well that was really all I wanted to say.."

"Oh right! Hahaha I forgot this is a thing for humans. Sorry! It's just that in the Devildom most demons don't even have a human form and therefore are (super)naturally non-binary creatures, little D no.2 for example! The human world is the only one that ever sees it as an issue *sigh* Just know I support you!" *Little kiss on your forehead*

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Barbatos

*You walk into his room looking nervous*

"What's troubling you dolcezza~ (sweetness in Italian)"

"I have to tell you something.. *deep breath* I am non-binary"

"I had my assumptions and insight, however I had decided to wait until you were comfortable telling me yourself as not to out you. Please inform me of any changes addressing-wise" *he gently caresses your jaw with a kind smile*

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Purgatory Hall:

*you ask to have tea and cake with Solomon, Simeon and Luke to discuss something important with all of them*

*Simeon requests you meet them at Purgatory Hall*

*You nervously knock on the door and are greeted by all three of them*

*They can tell you're uncomfortable about something but they don't quite understand what*

MC: "So you're probably all wondering why I wanted to meet with you today.."

Soloman: "The thought had crossed my mind"

Luke: "Hush! Can't you tell you just interupted MC!"

Soloman: "Alright, alright, just stop barking"

Simeon: "*sigh* continue MC"

MC: "I-I'm Non-binary.."

*They all look at each other as if speaking telepathically* *They all nod and instantly know what to do* Next thing you know you're being attacked with hugs from the three of them! *Soloman ruffling your hair* *Simeon is rubbing his cheek against yours* *Luke is tickling you to uncontrollable laughter*

Simeon: We love and accept you MC :)

*They all giggle to show their support putting a huge grin on your face as you join them in the giggle fest*

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(A/N) I really liked Bunching Purgatory Hall together, I think it made it very fluffy :) I'll probably be doing it again sometime! Also enjoy the rainbow playing cards! They took way to long (I'm gonna be really mad if some of the colors don't show up like last time :( cause it takes forever)

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ransprang · 3 years

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Heyo! Can I get a romantic HxH & Demon Slayer matchup pls? Both SFW & NSFW. I'm a female with a male gender preference. I got long, red hair and like wearing clothes that have a moon/night aesthetic. Lots of black with sparkly stuff! It makes me feel comfortable. I'm more the quiet introvert, but when it comes to my interests, I could talk about them for hours. I'm obsessed with plants/flowers and I read a LOT. My bedroom is basically a library. My partner would have to cope with me gushing about plants for hours haha. I'm also a sucker for bad puns. I admire people who are passionate about something and would like to have a partner I could talk with about books, maybe share favs. I also own a pet mantis. I like bugs a lot as well. I work for a translation agency, translating everything from letters to websites. I can speak/write three languages fluently, currently learning a fourth one. I get very easily flustered...like I blush at the smallest compliments and I am really shy at first when I meet new people. Confidence is something I admire, especially since it's something I could use more of. I'm more the nerdy bookworm than a social butterfly. I hope this amount of info is enough. Thank you! <3

thank you for your request! admin sar thinks you're hella cool btw :D

this one got very long so your hxh & demon slayer match ups are under the cut!

your hxh match up is.........

Leorio!!

SFW

He'd think your moon/night aesthetic is dope because hes into goth girls (source: kurapika)

He gets distracted by the sparkles on your clothes

He's a major SIMP so he'll sit in one place and listen to you for hours

He is a doctor so he'd be into that fact that you know a lot about plants. If you're interested in herbology the two of you would be like a power couple

Leorio is fucking dumb, he will love to make you laugh with dumb puns

Leorio is also a gentle soul, he would befriend your mantis and talk to it like a human

N/SFW

You could easily get Leorio to cosplay as a mantis given his long, lanky, languorous body :)

He would love eating you out. get that beard wet honey

You both would dress up erotically. You be the pretty flower and he would be the bee with his dick as the stinger

Since you can speak different languages, you can dirty talk him and he would be super turned on by your intelligence

He has a praise kink. He will shower you will praises during the dirty dirty just to see your face heat up.

You like confidence? He is horny and will confidently fuck you everywhere and anywhere, until you slap him off of course.

your demon slayer match up is.........

Kagaya Ubuyashiki!!

SFW

Kagaya would absolutely love your long red hair, because it is something he can actually feel since i dont believe this man can actually see anything. You can describe your moon/night aesthetic to him in words of poetry, which will make him think its deeper than it is. Nonetheless he loves it.

He doesnt seem like he speaks too much since he is the quiet wise man, also he has seen some real wild shit, evidently from his scars. Kagaya would love to listen to you talk about light hearted stuff and everything that makes you happy!

Kagaya is very weak and frail and thats why probably spends most of his time resting which gives yall alot of time to just talk for hours, he would love to listen to you talk about plants and flowers for hours! Maybe even tell you new information and how some flowers keep demons away.

He seems like before trauma he wouldve had a sense of humour so maybe u can expect a bad attempt at it when hes around you, just so he can hear a chuckle or two from you and the hashiras.

Kagaya is definitely passionate about demons and making people safe again. He will admire your passions too and both of you wll have so many things to share and learn from each other.

He is a well read man, he has read many books about ancient arts and histroy. So, he can share stories with you and you can read out your favourite books to him too.

Hes blind so you can help him by capturing the bugs that land on him and setting them free, which he would appreciate alot. He might step on your pet mantis by mistake but we can forgive him.

Your translation work will be appreciated and loved by this man. He wants to talk to demon slayers of diff countries or just communicate to all the nice people from diff cultures. He would always keep you by his side like a personal assistant.

You blush alot? well thats nice because the moment Kagaya would compliment you, you will lowkey start looking like him. Promoting inclusivity. Adorable couple.

N/SFW

He oozes big dick energy, like have you seen how silent he stays. This man knows he aint got to say anything and lets the big D do the talking. why do you think all the hashiras respect him?

He would be into feather play, since his vision is compromised his senses are heightened and would love to feel the feather tingle his asshole.

He has foresight which makes it easy to undertsand when youre going to peak in the near future. This will allow him to tease you for longer. What a naughty man. (make sure you dont break him in 2 tho, mans weak)

So, his other ability is soothing voice. He will say dirty things to you in this tone. This man knows. how. to. serenade.

Since hes blind you can expect him to fumble around a bit finding the right holes, please guide him.

Your mantises,

admins sar, sav & san

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otptings · 3 years

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Home is Where the Heart Is

→Idol: Vernon Chwe

→Requested: Yesss hellooo can i ask a scenario where vernon come home after practice and s/o is half sleep but he wants to cuddle with her and maybe things get a little bit smutty?? sorry if it's really specific, thank u <3

→Genre: Fluff, slight smut

→Word Count:

→Synopsis: Whoever says home is where the heart was absolutely right

→Warnings: cockwarming, obscene fluff, fingering,

→A/n: I'm very iffy about this one tbh, I like it a lot because of the fluff, and cuteness but I don't like how I ended it with the cockwarming. I just don't think that I could properly write the ending that I had envisioned in my head, but I truly hope that you enjoy this, and if you did enjoy this please like, reblog, or donate to Ko-Fi in my bio.

A wise man once said home is where the heart is. They were telling the truth, because even now that you’re safely home with lightning occasionally lighting up the otherwise dark bedroom that you shared with Vernon, tucked in snugly underneath the fluffy comforter that Vernon insisted you purchase for the room, you still weren’t happy. Even though you were hugging the adorable pastel teddy bear that Vernon had given you - one of many presents from your birthday - tightly in your arms it was no replacement for the warmth that your boyfriend could give you. Despite the aching feeling in your chest that would only be fixed when Vernon came home to you, sleep seemed to make your limbs and eyes heavier.

The feeling was mutual in Vernon as he fidgeted excessively while looking at the clock on the wall, watching the minutes slowly tick by. His groupmates shared concerned glances every time a quiet sigh left Vernon’s mouth, all wondering what’s wrong. Sure, this practice was 5 hours instead of their usual 2 in order to get ready for the newest comeback, but they all already knew the choreo and were just running it a bunch of times along with some of their older ones. Seungcheoul decided to just drop the sensation, signaling for the rest of them to just let Vernon be. He was still doing the dance perfectly despite his somewhat distracted expression during water breaks and conversations that the others tried to drag him into. Normally practice is his escape, a place for him to have fun and work hard with his group members, but today he only wants to be back at home with you, enjoying the thunder storm from the comfort of your shared bed with you cuddled up close to him. Glancing at the clock Vernon took one last pointed sip of his drink before standing up, ready for this last hour of practice to slowly tick by.

While Vernon was struggling to get through his last hour of practice you dozed off, only to be awoken by the sound of the bedroom door closing and the lock clicking- a paranoid habit Vernon picked up from you - along with the shuffling of clothes as Vernon changed in the dark.

“Baby.” Vernon grinned at your mumbling, glancing over and seeing that your eyes were open as you. “Hurry up, lay down with me.”

He smiled at your sleepy begging but obliged, lifting up the blanket and sliding into bed beside you, pulling you closer to him until your back was pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Vernon couldn’t help but nuzzle your neck, brushing his nose over your sweet spot. “How was practice, baby? Wasn’t it longer today?” Vernon groaned thinking of the 5 hours that slowly passed by.

“Boring. I just wanted to be back here with you,” Vernon’s lips brushing over your neck caused you to giggle, shifting a little in your spot. Vernon seemed to be a human radiator so you could only sigh at the warmth radiating off of his figure, keeping you warm from the cold that wanted to infiltrate your small apartment. “How was work? Did you do the presentation yet?”

“Mhm, it went well. Victoria helped me thankfully and caught some mistakes I made. But the board liked it a lot, I think that raise might be in sight. Maybe we’ll get a dog to entertain you when I’m the bread maker.” Vernon pinched your bare thigh, your mocking tone turning into more giggles as his hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your bare breast before cupping it softly as he got comfortable.“You’re touchy tonight? Today wasn’t that bad was it?”

“It was that bad. Plus you’re mine, I’m allowed to touch you all I want.” The pout was evident in his voice as he pinched you again, softer this time since your nipple was sensitive.

“Are you sure about that? I might as well be Mr. Fluffy’s, he’s been here with me more than you.” Vernon decided to test you, letting his hand slide back down your body, squeezing your soft curves before cupping your cunt, waiting for any reaction from you. You happily obliged.

“Hansolll, stop.” Your whiny tried to sound upset but your body betrayed you as your legs unconsciously spread, giving Vernon enough space to slide his hand further down, taking two fingers and pressing them against your clit causing a quiet gasp to leave your mouth as you squirmed.

“Seem’s like you want me to touch you baby. Not even wearing underwear.” You whined as he pinched your nipple, squeezing it between his fingers as his other fingers went to work, gliding between your slick folds. “So wet already baby, all for me?”

“Too tired for sex.” Vernon only tsked at your whining before sliding two fingers into your eager hole. Your moan was music to his ears, the beautiful sound of you falling apart all because of him.

“You can always warm me up baby? You know how much you like it.”

“Hurry up. Please, need you.” Vernon smiled as he slid in a third finger, massaging your walls that continuously spasmed around his fingers, squirming as you tried to get more pressure on your clit that he just wasn’t giving you. Vernon was a slight sadist though, only waiting until a multitude of ‘please’ left your mouth as you begged for his cock before he pulled his fingers out, hand completely covered in your arousal.

“Thought you were too tired baby? But you’re so eager for me.” His teasing tone caused you to whimper softly, while you waited for him to take off his sweatpants. Vernon changed the position, turning you around so that you were facing him with one left over his hip before he thrust into you, quiet moans leaving the both of you. “I love you.” Vernon laughed, you were always the one to get affectionate during sex. But Vernon couldn’t deny that he felt the same way, his heart fluttering at the sight of your sleepy smile.

“I love you too.” Sliding his hand up to cup your cheek he leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on your lips that you eagerly returned. Despite the feeling of being so full, and your walls fluttering around his cock drowsiness overtook the both of you, your long days catching up to you.

This was truly the perfect way to end the day, sharing sweet kisses with the love of your life, feeling an overwhelming closeness with the one person that you could truly say was your home.

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curryaboo · 3 years

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— hiii! i was tagged by @banglatown @bengayli @jentlemahae @chameli aaand @/minteas to do this “get to know me better/20 questions” tag!! thank u so much beauts!! <3<3<3<3<3

🪁 what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

rao is absolutely fine!! <33

🪁 when is your birthday?

oct 13 :) i share it with some,, prominent people in popular culture and politics which aren’t rlly MY personal faves but wtvr it just goes to prove i’m the superior oct 13 baby !

🪁 where do you live?

the uk :<

🪁 three things you’re doing right now?

answering these questions, sorting out some spotify playlists in between answering these questions & casting my eyes between lines of james acaster’s classic scrapes and my phone (sunny @/amarakaran mentioned the book on one of her tag games n very kindly gave me the link to it and i jumped str8 to reading it! u know you’ve watched too many things featuring james acaster when u now read his book in his exact voice :/)

🪁 four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

bbc ghosts (ppl have some amazing theories n opinions surrounding it but i would not advise looking up the tag on here and sorting thru recent god bless youse but there are some awful takes there) aaand idk ig a range of kpop groups but i don’t rlly participate in the fandom sides of things anymore (and i’m not consuming a lot of new media or at least keeping up to date with the media that i do to label myself as being interested in being part of the fandom)

🪁 how is the pandemic treating you?

icl now that i’m seeing it in retrospect, it’s been cruel in the sense that it’s taken a lot of important things away from me (my last two years of high school for example i’m rlly bummed abt that) & stunted me in some ways but regardless i’ve learnt a lot about myself and my friends & family and yeah i’ve learnt to cherish myself and my loved ones all the same :)

🪁 song you can’t stop listening to right now?

boy am i glad this question is here bc since yesterday ? maybe i’ve been listening to gal mitthi mitthi endlesslyyy i think my brain chemicals recognise that we haven’t been to a wedding for the past 2 summers so it tries to fill the void by fixating on this one wedding-y song 💔💔

🪁 recommend a movie

PLS if u haven’t already , pls watch assassination nation bc i need someone to begrudgingly revel with in the absolute shit show pisstake of a movie that this is . (as a side note: my soul will not know peace until kennie jd does a video on it) on a more serious side, english vinglish is one of my most favourite films 10000/10 recommend pls go see it if u haven’t it’s an absolute warm hug of a movie <3

🪁 how old are you?

18 :)

🪁 school, university, occupation, other?

gap year babieee my soul is just wondering the place rn

🪁 do you prefer hot or cold?

cold !!

🪁 name one fact others may not know about you.

uhmm i lived in bangladesh for about 9-10 months when i was abt 4 and it was so amazing i miss it very much :’]

🪁 are you shy?

yes quite shy :} but i will always put effort into getting to know someone or initiating a convo !!

🪁 do you have any preferred pronouns?

i was in turmoil over them rlly but she/they is what i’m comfy with rn ! :D

🪁 any pet peeves?

other than some obvious ones, when ppl open things like crisps packets upside down,, that disgusts me truly

🪁 what’s your favourite “dere” type?

i would be a liar if i said i wasn’t biased towards a good bakadere but not too much that it annoys me lmao

🪁 rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

hmm rn it’s maybe a 5?? i’m grateful for so many things but there is def a lot of room for improvement :] (actually i just got on a 3 month free trial for spotify today so that just bumped the 5 up to a 6 😌)

🪁 what’s your main blog?

this one right here jaanoo.tumblr.com !!

🪁 list your side blogs and what they’re used for.

i don’t have any but i’ve been thinking of making one for aesthetics or like future references ??

🪁 is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

uhmm again i am quite shy teehee™️ imo there’s a noticeable difference between when we were yk just friendly towards each other vs when we actually become friends and i’m more comfortable with u . that’s not to say that i was being fake in the earlier instances of u knowing me, i was just a lot more reserved :) i’m also one of those *is online 24/7 but gets virtual interaction burnout every 2 hours so postpones replying to ur message to 3 days later* which sucks skfjdsj but yeah if there was anything that i’d need to know about YOU it’d be if u had any dietary requirements bc i love baking for my friends <333

ok now i’m gonna embarrass myself more than i already have & tag a lot of ppl bc i’m super nosey like that and want to know my mutuals’ answers to these 🥸 ofc u can absolutely ignore this and not want to do it we’re not under any contractual binding here <33 @allenoraaa @okhag @watermlon @gayanese @letteredwingsmain @theropoda @holyself @txtzy @creatures2010 @junqhwans @mistblush @snsdyuri @waterz @derelicthousefootage @killuaology @staycverse @amarakaran @tendermachines @shahrukh-khan @peachysara @firesigns @postmoderncaricatures @horrormanga @iqraars @123dream @sunmisbf @avisachi @bengaligirlfriend @morksuns @czennie-on-top @markvibes @joppin @nyuly @shin-jiyoon @99lover @mithaai @chamelis @thefinalgirlz @nikolailantsovswifey @mehendi @yerification @oneustual @singinginthecar @yejiswife @lovedsoup @mangopickled and uhh tumblr’s not letting me annoy tag anymore ppl so if u wanna do this and ur not on the list (ur in my heart 💕 and in an ideal world where tumblr automatically tags all my mutuals 😑) u can say i tagged u if you’d like!! ^_^

#scrolling thru my silly little followers list to tag ppl in my silly little tag game <3 #also ru mangopickled u saved my life with the little mobile readmore thing tysm <3<3<3 #🌙

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 15)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Big White Lies

Next Chapter: 土御門天皇 (Tsuchimikado)

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj @rizzo-nero @whoreuc @fkngkumiko @isl3t @gojoussunglasses @onepotatostand-blog @s-t-f-u-b-i-t-c-h @sunaswife @lordguameow @track5enthusiast

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Chapter 15: Shadows Fall

You numbly sat down on your bed. The room was dark. Your Phoenix brand, silent, a dull sepia stain on your inner wrist.

It hurts a lot.

“He’s no different to the power hungry elders of this corrupt society after all huh.” You were disappointed. It was dumb of you to give your heart away to him. Especially to a man who was already planning on taking in concubines, this early into your “relationship”.

You checked your phone to see the notifications. Mai and Miwa were looking for you, saying that you have dinner out with them in a few minutes.

'Ah, that was supposed to be for tonight' you thought.

"Sorry can't go, feeling unwell. You guys go ahead." You texted back to them as you slumped on your bed.

After a few minutes your door slammed open. "Where have you been?!" Mai asked, but stopped talking upon seeing your red rimmed eyes. Miwa peeked out behind her. "Are you okay y/n?" She asked.

That question absolutely crushed you. You started sobbing again, not being able to hide your shaking shoulders. The two girls filed in and closed your door.

"We are ordering take out. Miwa go ahead and cancel that reservation. We will stay in tonight." Mai said. "Right!" Miwa worriedly replied as she pulled out her phone and made the call.

"I'm not here to baby you. You will tell me what happened, okay?" Mai demanded.

"I need a few minutes" everything looked so blurry through your tears, Mai and Miwa only looked like unfocused blobs of dark green and bright blue. Literally, the only way you could distinguish the two girls at this point was by their hair color.

They couldn't get much out of you other than you talking about how Kamo-san never liked you in the first place and how you pushed yourself onto him.

The girls held you as you cried. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. "But both of you looked great. I'm sure Kamo senpai really liked you though?" Miwa questioned out loud.

Mai just nodded her head. "I said it before already. Both of you act like you're so oblivious to each other's affections. But I do agree that you put more effort into the relationship. He always turns down your request for dates off campus. Even an outsider could see that."

"No, no it’s not that. You guys know how the big 3 clans operate. He just felt that I was a suitable wife to bear his heirs. They're jumping at the chance to use me to get a blood-manipulator jujutsu shi who may also possibly inherit my psychokinesis technique. I don't want to stay in a relationship without any love in it." You whispered.

Your voice was all gone after you sobbed for hours. The fight and energy just drained out of your body.

They couldn't say anything to that as it was your relationship with Kamo and not theirs. That night, they slept over in your room, the three of you squishing into your queen sized bed and plushies.

◇◇◇

On the other hand, Noritoshi had woken up from his nap, bedhead and red rimmed eyes and all. Clearly remembering all your painful words. He looked over to the side, staring at the Jade dragon pendant atop his bedside table. A small pink letter resting beside it, one that you had given him days prior.

‘Dearest Toshi,

You must be exhausted from all of your extra tasks given to you by your clan as of the late. I hope that it gets better soon, I’m here if ever you want to talk about it or if you need any help with that. My family and I are open to supporting you in your endeavors, though you haven't met them yet. Hiroki nii is especially excited to meet you, I can already see the both of you getting along quite well. Whenever you’re ready <3

Have a good evening.

Love, Y/N.’

He felt tears burn behind his eyelids.

“It was too sudden, I couldn’t even understand half the things she said to me earlier,” he murmured to himself. He racked his brain, trying to recall the things you said. It was mostly a blur to him.

Something about what he and his father talked about yesterday. That wasn’t an issue, it was mostly clan duties as per usual.

Also, how he never liked you. Well, he hasn’t confessed yet, but he couldn’t see why you’d bring that up out of nowhere when everything was still fine 2 days ago.

Concubines. The talk on concubines. Why did you- Oh. “... from yesterday” Noritoshi’s head was getting clearer and clearer. You must have misunderstood the conversation he had with his father, and left before it finished. It didn’t sound pretty now that he thought of it.

He had that single-minded goal of pleasing his father and the elders, but somehow you got tangled in the mess.

He sighed frustratedly. It always seemed to be the case with you jumping conclusions about him, didn’t it? Now he has to clear it up with you before it gets too bad.

◇◇◇

You woke up the next morning feeling and looking like utter shit. Mai and Miwa had to dress you up and drag you out of bed.

“There’s only one thing you can do now Y/N.” Mai said as she straightened out your collar. “Get over him.”

Huh. Easier said than done.

◇◇◇

There was a drastic change in your behaviour towards Noritoshi. The name "Noritoshi-senpai", that you had always cheerily called out, was replaced by a short and curt "Kamo-san" whenever conversation was necessary. Also, you don’t look into his eyes anymore.

You avoided him as much as you can, thanking yourself for knowing his schedule so well. Not hesitating to turn and go around in another direction if you ever saw him approaching from a distance. Because of this he rarely sees you on campus.

It hurt Noritoshi badly to see you act this way. He never realized just how warm you were with him until now that it was all gone. He tried to catch you during your breaks, calling out your name with the same tenderness he always had. But it was in vain as you ran away from him.

Todo and Momo wisely chose not to make any snide comments, upon seeing how downhearted Noritoshi was in the following days.

Everybody avoided eye contact with both of you if and when you had to interact. It couldn't be helped. The tension was like a fine piece of glass waiting to shatter.

The pain in your heart didn't subside at all. You've taken to staring at the mark on your wrist.

'Did I successfully reject our bond?' You wondered hollowly.

Sometimes you half expect your mark to start flashing wildly, like whenever you and Noritoshi have off days with each other. But this is the first time you've seen it so… silent.

You wrapped it up with more darker velvet strips and ignored it.

It was the opposite on Noritoshi’s end. He would lie in bed and stare at the mark that is dangerously bright red and hot. It almost felt painful, like someone was searing a brand onto his skin.

He wrapped it up in gauze bandages and put salves to soothe the mark. But it was never enough. He needed you back.

◇◇◇

During one afternoon, you just finished an English lesson with one of the windows who teaches at Jujutsu High. You stood up from your desk and turned to see the man outside of your classroom.

"Y/n, are you free for lunch?" Noritoshi had obviously sprinted as soon as his lessons had ended. “We need to talk.” All 4 of you looked up to see him outside the classroom, as composed as ever. But he looked terrible.

There were shadows under his eyes, and he seemed to have gotten thinner. The shitty side of you was cruelly happy. Good that he’s like this, because he lost his toy. Good on him. But your heart was sad, yelling at you to go back and take care of him already.

"Ah I'm sorry, but I've got lunch with the rest of the 1st year's here." You politely declined. Trying to school your face into a neutral expression.

"I insist." He firmly stated. He looked over to the other students. "You don't mind if I borrow her do you?"

You inwardly scoffed at his poor choice of words. The stupid arse still thinks I'm his belonging apparently. Something to be borrowed and used.

But Mai stepped up. "If she doesn't want to hang out with you then she doesn't." Miwa was fidgeting worriedly. "Now now." She started.

"I really wanted to have lunch with my fellow 1st years, if you could please excuse us Kamo San." You hastily uttered, pulling Mai's arms towards you while turning away. The other first years followed your lead.

But Noritoshi was determined. He quickly put his hand on your shoulder, only for you to slap it away and flinch from him. Everybody froze.

You were clearly trembling, which made Noritoshi lower his hand and step back. "I'm sorry y/n." Whether the apology was for holding you without your consent or for everything that happened, you painfully let it slide. Silently bowing to him, then quickly walking away with the others.

Noritoshi could only watch wistfully as your figure disappeared from his view.

◇◇◇

"The nerve of shitty men," Mai angrily stuffed her mouth with eggs from her bento. "Thinking they own women, that they're better than us. It was like this with the men in my family as well. Bullying and kicking aside the weaker women."

You sadly poked at your food. It was katsudon. You ordered it ahead of time from the cafeteria, wanting to perk up with a favorite dish. But today it tastes so bland. It wasn't the cooking that was off. Just that you had no appetite.

"Wouldn't you want to talk it out with Kamo senpai, y/n?" Miwa asked. Truth be told you were adding fire to the problem. You just dumped your anger on Noritoshi and kept rudely cutting him off before leaving him.

But your pride and broken heart didn't allow you to go back to him. "I don't think there's anything left for me to say or do to be honest. I'm not in the mood to face him. At all." You lied.

Mechamaru surprisingly spoke out, "Love is a fickle thing. And it's a fact that women are more in tune with their emotions than men are. But I think you won't regret it if you give him a chance. Kamo Noritoshi isn't a bad man."

Mai huffed. "Whose side are you even on?"

"There are no sides. Just two idiots who are madly in love with each other." Mechamaru dryly replied.

Your heart clenched, but you stayed silent, not denying the fact that even after you pushed him away, you still loved him.

"Let's talk about something else shall we?" Miwa hurriedly changed the topic and started discussing the homework to be done.

◇◇◇

Hiroki was both the best and the worst brother you could ask for. Because he chose this time to surprise you with a visit at Kyoto High, claiming he wanted to see how you were doing with classes and that he would stay for a while.

Secretly, he wanted to meet and gauge Noritoshi, only to find out that the both of you have just broken up. You brought him into your dorm room to have a chat and some snacks.

“WHA?! YOU- You ended things with your soulmate?! You were together for like what?! 4 Months?” His jaw dropped as you told him the entire story.

You gave a drawn out sigh. “Hiro nii, I’m done. Like… He… I dunno anymore. To be honest I broke up with him in the heat of the moment.”

“Tsk, you’ve always been led by your emotions. That’s why you’re so reckless half the time sis. You didn’t even try to talk it out with him.” He asked as he opened a bag of chips.

You stayed silent and reached for chips. Chewing and ignoring him.

“What’s with you and bottling all your pent up anger only to toss it onto the poor guy? Didn’t even give him a chance to explain himself.” he tutted.

You whirled on him angrily. “They just want me for my power. Then they’ll let him off with like a dozen women around him. What the fuck is there for him to explain?!”

Hiroki looked way too calm. “Who are 'they'?”

You paused. “The Kamo family.”

“Are you 100% sure Noritoshi was in this only to use you?”

“Like 99.99%...” you trailed off. Hiroki eyed you knowingly. “That 0.01 percent chance of him loving you. You considered it, even though that’s a small ass probability sis. But hey, that’s your man. If you want him out, our family’s got your back. I’ll beat him up for you if you need me to”

You shook your head at him.

Hiroki sighed, “Though with that concubine thing, I can see it happenin’. Clan heads are desperate to have a son with the inherited technique. The Gojo clan just got lucky with Satoru. We dunno if it’s normal in the Kamo clan though. But with you as his soulmate, he shouldn’t need any. Somethin ain’t addin up…” He got lost in thought.

“You won’t know until you talk with Kamo himself.”

You sadly continued eating your chips. “I hate it when you’re right.”

◇◇◇

The next morning Utahime urgently called for a full student body plus all available jujutsu sorcerers on site for a meeting.

You and Hiroki stumbled into the room, almost late, pushing against each other. The other students looked curiously at the man who was fighting you for space on the couch.

You jabbed him in the gut and put a leg over his. “Uhhhh y/n who is that?” Mai asked.

Your cousin shrugged your leg off of his, stood up and said his greetings, “Hello, I am Tsuchimikado Hiroki. Alumni here at Kyoto Jujutsu High. Semi-grade 1 sorcerer. Pleased to meet you all and thanks for taking care of my lil sis- ah I mean cousin.”

“Ohhhh” Miwa took a closer look. You noticed Noritoshi glancing over at you. Todo walked up to him and pointed a finger, “Tsuchi’s relative? Then what woman is your idea-”

You used your technique to immobilise Todo and forced him to sit down in a daze. “Sorry for my rudeness, senpai. You can have that convo later.” You knew it would take too long if this starts again.

Hiroki looked affronted, “It’s rude to point bruh.”

Utahime clapped her hands to gather your attention as Principal Gakuganji appeared on the podium.

“Thank you so much all for coming into this meeting on such short notice. Especially to the alumni and other available Jujutsu sorcerers. Let's get straight to the point: I am here to announce that War is coming.”

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

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soulsilvers · 3 years

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(points at ye) rank the pkmn trainers from ur least fav to fav :] also this is optional but ur free to include the rival characs if u want

design wise?? i dont think i can sort them from least fav to most fav but i can still analyze every design so i will rank them like this instead :-) i will do the rivals maybe some other day

original red: CUTE AND COOL a classic look. its funny how he kind of looks dweeby w a tucked in shirt but cool at the same time thanks to the sick high top sneakers. i will only accept red w black hair and dark brown eyes 5/5

frlg red: evil. why is he balding?? why are his pants NEON? no high top sneakers what did they DO 2/5

lgpe leaf: she is alright but i wish she had a big cool chunky jacket or something. her giant cowlick is excellent character design. weird sporty gnc girl representation 4/5

frlg leaf: funky early 2000's legwarmers girl, unashamedly a 2004 look. kind of oversaturated colors and i think she should have shorts instead or smth but its alright 4/5

original ethan: cool dude, up 2 no good as you can tell. his shoes rule 5/5

hgss ethan: updated to be whats cool in 2010, og ethan could be his 11 yr old self and this one could be a bit older more mature version of him. comfortable pants i like them but doesnt beat the og design 4/5

kris: very cool, sporty and memorable design. sick shoes once again and blue hair is perfect for a protagonist. 5/5

lyra: cutesy design, i like her hoodie-type shirt and overalls combo. but thats about it not one of my absolute faves 3/5

brendan: certainly rides a bike. oras design coolest. 3/5 hes ok iguess

may: i prefer r/s may the most, badass gloves too. i dont hate oras may but its clear they were like "she HAS to be more girly!!! >:(" 4/5

lucas: og lucas is a really boring boy i think 2/5, his platinum design is a big improvement now he has a nice jacket. 3/5

dawn: og dawn is cute and memorable, even if i have no idea what those things on her hair are theyre fashionable 3/5. platinum dawn could be sooo great but it literally pisses me off so much bc its meant to be a WINTER OUTFIT and yet she looks like she has no pants at all. why are you trying to freeze this girl to death @ the designers stop being cringe? 2/5

hilda: THE BEST a true heroic new yorker.. i so wish my hair could be a giant ponytail like that. i really like that pokemas gave her a sort of an impatient hothead personality instead of just being teehee cute 5/5

hilbert: he is pretty cool and i like his hairstyle and jacket. not too strong opinions on him 3/5

rosa: she looks REALLY fun and this time im ok w a girly design when its allowed to be just.. fun and comfy! please give pkmn protags more outrageous styles like hers 5/5

nate: ok i actually like that he has a big stupid doofus hairstyle hes a protag after all. i guess he enjoys going swimming in cold lakes regularly? i am a nate defender 4/5

calem: another dude w the mostly blue clothes and red hat huh. this guys more Gender but again no strong opinions 3/5

serena: def fitting for kalos and the only one alongside dawn who can be feminine i think. does her skirt have pockets?? id like a skirt w pockets. 4/5

elio: sm elio is just some guy so he gets 3/5 but i like that he and selene have thicker eyebrows. usum elios design is looks v fun though w the bucket hat and shoes 4/5

selene: sm selene looks MUCH cooler than usum selene just check out the shoes. why did they take away her sick shoes and bag? 4/5

gloria: shes grown on me a loooot since first time i saw her, those giant chunky boots should be your first cue on that she is rowdy n up to no good! scottish out of five

victor: i guess the design works... if you wish to portray him as a big briddish pushover. hes kind of a boring boy too whos feeling just a wee bit woild w the ripped jeans. cool backpack though 2/5

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nxtsnw · 3 years

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Hi! I love your writing and I saw you opened up matchups so I wanted to jump on that chance.

Ight, so I'm looking for a Tokyo Revengers romantic matchup. I am a straight female, 5'9, Leo, and a ISTP. I live for music, reading and anime(lol obviously). I love animals and was raised on a farm so I'm good with them. I dont like cocky people or ignorant people and I'm not afraid to shut them up. I am an only child. After taking a test it seems I kin Mitsuya.

Generally I keep to myself and I dont talk to new people unless I need to. Once I'm comfortable with someone though all bets are off and I go wild. I'm dirty minded and not afraid to show it. I'm not a person that requires constant communication and I will go MIA for weeks then just show up and go like normal(during summer and times off). I do really enjoy hang around with friends nonetheless.

Relationship wise my love language is more of a service type and I'm not very into touch. My communication is very similar to above but I would like it if they checked in. They would have to get along with my dad, he is my only family and I want them to get along.

Anyway, that got long so I'll leave it to you🙏

Even if you dont write it just do you! Hope you are happy and healthy! Best wishes 🥰💖

n.a: thanks for your words <3 I really hope that you'll like it! (sorry for any mistakes)

Also pls u look so cool!!<3

I’ll match you with KEN RYUGUJI<3 (Draken)

- Honestly it gives me the perfect boyfriend vibes🏃

-I'm convinced that he can play classical guitar and that he loves playing it for you.

- He's a responsible guy who knows how to take care of the people he cares about <3

- It wouldn't exist to hit someone who annoys you or just looks at you in a "suspicious" way.

- expect a lot of headpats 🧍

- As I imagine your date: (engaged for years now, both of age and you were thinking of going to live togetherajajah).

you two meet in the morning to have breakfast with your trusted bar. But in that moment, you don't see Draken alone, he's also with a small white dog that he carries on a leash. He was dressed in a classic white short-sleeved shirt and black jeans, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the leash- (as it was everything normal)

He reaches you (you were still stunned by Draken's companion) and strokes your head to bring you back to reality <3

"y/n he's Baki, Baki she's y/n" and so he introduced you to the little pet that would have lived with you and Draken from that moment.

(take this as "yes y/n, I bring this dog for u because I wanna go to live with u", he's not very good with words 🧍)

Exactly on that day you decided to move in together !!! (you've been thinking about it for a while :))

You found a small apartment in the center that was not too expensive, you both worked and you could afford it !!

He would love to wake up in the morning to prepare your own food, and although it would be awkward and difficult at first, you will soon get used to it.

- He would laugh at your dirty jokes, and even if he were a little embarrassed he would respond with another joke;)

- He would often like to hang out you around and would love to be able to travel with you

- don't worry, it would come to your father dressed very well and with his hair not tied up. He just wanted to look like a good guy. (Don't worry, I'm sure that he made a good impression :))

- He would often talk to you about motorcycles, how he modifies and repairs them. Yes he would feel very comfortable with you(let's appreciate this<3 ) :)

- he would often give you tulips in your favorite color.

- He would accept the fact that you don't like the PDA and wouldn't ask for it, he would leave affection only when you want it<3

- love your fighting side and the fact that you have no problem to tell ur opinion :)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #draken #ken ryuguji #match up #match ups #match up event #nxtsnwmatchup

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All Mine

Pairing: Mammon x Reader

Words: 3,825

Summary: Mammon's brothers decide to play a prank on him by getting handsy with you. I mean, how could that plan possibly go wrong?...right?

"M-Mammon, it was just a joke--"

“I’m supposed to protect ya while you’re here. I was the first one you made a pact with. You're mine."

"I..."

"Say that you're mine."

** Please note that this is a cross-posting **

This chapter was originally posted on 2/2/2020 as a part of my “Devil Doms” series on AO3.

Mammon is not jealous.

Why would he ever be jealous—especially over you. You’re just the stupid human he’s been tasked with taking care of during your stay. Any time he craves seeing you, or texting you…that’s just because it’s a part of his duty—NOT because he actually likes you.

The thought of liking a dirty human makes him sick to his stomach.

Striding up the hall, Mammon nods to himself, crossing his arms satisfactorily.

That’s right, you’re pretty much nothing to him. Even if you have a pact, he’d agreed to it out of pity. Ya know, since you’re a weak human in a world full of demons. If Mammon wasn’t around to protect you, then who would be.

That’s all there is to it.

…or so Mammon desperately tries to convince himself.

However, his brothers know differently.

They’re very much aware that Mammon likes you more than he’d care to admit…and that’s why they decide to prank him.

On your way back from class that day, Asmo had pulled you aside. He’d whispered the plan he and the others had come up with into your ear, giggling all the while. Apparently, lately Mammon had been bothering them all more than usual, so they wanted to have some fun with him.

So, on behalf of the others, Asmo had asked for your consent and cooperation.

“Tonight, Lucifer will be out with Diavolo, so pranking Mammon during dinner will be perfect!” he had told you, all smiles. “All we need is for you to let us be a little…friendly with you.”

The twinkle in his eye had been a bit mischievous, but despite your worries you had agreed. You’d been living in the House of Lamentation with them all for a while now, and felt comfortable. It’s not like they were always handsy with you, but you’d gotten used to occasional hugs, and holding of hands. Sharing a bit of skinship with them had become the norm, so letting them be “friendly” with you during dinner shouldn’t be much different, right?

Whistling to himself, Mammon struts into the dining hall, feeling quite satisfied. He’s looking forward to a good meal, without drama, and—

His eyes fall on the table in the center of the room, and there’s the sound of glass shattering somewhere in his mind.

Exactly what the fuck is happening.

“Hey, be careful,” Satan speaks, his hands reaching forward to grasp your waist from behind as you lean over the table—attempting to reach a pitcher of water.

“Sorry, thanks,” you respond, and Satan helps guide you back until you’re fully on your feet—the pitcher safely in your grasp. He flashes you a handsome smile and then releases you.

Mammon glares daggers at his brothers across the room, and doesn’t move to join. The others obviously haven’t noticed him yet, so he decides to hang back and try and regain the clarity he had established within himself just moments before entering.

There’s no reason he should lose his cool just because one of his brothers is touching you. You’re just a pesky human.

Taking a deep breath, Mammon desperately attempts to smother the uncomfortable feeling knotting in his chest. However, unbeknownst to him, his brothers are very aware that he’s watching them. After all, why would Satan go out of his way to grab you, if not to get under Mammon’s skin?

“Hey, Y/N, will you pass me a slice of cake? I feel like starting off with something sweet,” Asmo speaks up, and you survey the dishes on the table.

“I think the cake is still in the kitchen,” you respond, pressing to your feet. You flash him an innocent smile. “I can go grab it though.”

“Oh, you’re such a dear!” he responds happily, his bright eyes watching you carefully as you brush past the table and into the kitchen. You return just seconds later, the chocolatey cake held in front of you, and Asmo bustles with excitement as you return to the table.

“That looks so delicious!” he exclaims, watching as you set the platter down in front of him. Yet, after a second his gaze shifts from the cake to you, and his arm reaches out. He splays his fingers against your hip--pulling you a bit closer. Surprised, your eyes widen and you glance back at him. He grins cheekily, and leans forward—his cheek nuzzling against your side.

“You look more delicious than the cake, though. Can’t I just eat you instead?”

“ROLF! That sounds like a line from a game,” Levi butts in, his phone in one hand and his fork in the other. He doesn’t even look up from the game he’s playing until Asmo speaks again.

“Y/N is so cute though, Levi! I mean, can’t you just imagine her as a cute character in one of those naughty games of yours?”

At that, the resident otaku raises his head, his gaze shifting over to look at you. Asmo still has you in his grasp, and he turns you to face the third oldest brother—his hands moving to cinch your loose-fitting uniform at the waist. Immediately, curves that you usually don’t flaunt appear for all to see, and Levi’s cheeks go pink—reflecting your own.

Sure, you had agreed to letting them touch you in order to help prank Mammon, but now even you’re embarrassed.

Speaking of…

You turn your attention away from the demons around the table, your eyes scanning the room for any sign the Avatar of Greed. After a moment, you spot him in the entrance way—horns beginning to rise up through his white hair. His blue eyes are almost glowing, and you’re not quite sure you’ve ever seen him so seriously riled up before.

A bit scared, you raise one of your hands—placing it atop Asmo’s and giving it a little squeeze. Curious, the Avatar of Lust blinks up at you, and when he sees that your gaze is pinned across the room, he looks over as well.

Asmo has just enough time to see Mammon’s fist hit the wall, before the second eldest demon is gone from the doorway. The other occupants of the room jolt in surprise at the sound of the wall cracking, and the chandelier overhead begins to sway ever so slightly.

“Perhaps…we took that a bit too far,” Satan says with a sigh, turning back to his plate.

“You guys should have just focused on eating,” Beel says between mouthfuls of food. He’d chosen not to play along, especially considering there was an entire table of food laid out before him.

Disappointed, Asmo releases you, pouting to himself.

“Eeeehh? I thought it was fun!”

“Fun as it may be, I don’t really want Mammon trying to decapitate me in my sleep,” Levi responds in a mumble, poking at his plate. You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes straying to where Mammon had been standing.

“I should go check on him,” you say, guilt weighing heavy in your chest. You move away from the table, but Beel—who you’re now closest to—quickly reaches out and grabs your wrist. He shakes his head at you when you glance back at him.

“Don’t.”

“It wouldn’t be wise to go after him now. I would leave him alone for a while so he can cool down,” Satan explains. It doesn’t sit right with you—leaving Mammon alone when he’s clearly upset—but you listen.

The five of you finish up dinner and go your separate ways. When you’re alone in your room, you attempt to distract yourself with studying, and homework. And when your brain feels like it might melt, you decide to take a shower, and pamper yourself. Anything that can take your mind off Mammon—even if only for a little while.

At some point, the clock strikes midnight, and you find yourself awake in bed—brain too full of thoughts for you to be able to sleep.

“It’s late,” you whisper to yourself, rolling onto your side. “I can talk to him about this in the morning…”

Momentarily convincing yourself that everything will be fine, you finally manage to fall asleep.

However—

KNOCK KNOCK

Your eyes snap open, arms moving to press yourself up as your heart beats harshly against your ribs. Your gaze snaps to your D.D.D., the phone reading 3:07AM.

Who the hell would be knocking on your door at 3AM?

“Oi!”

You startle, eyes flitting to the opposite end of the room.

Mammon?!

Despite the ungodly hour, Mammon isn’t attempting to be quiet at all. He’s about as loud as he always is, and you hurry out of your bed.

“Open u--!” he begins to call, but you make it to the door before he can finish. As soon as you’re face to face, the Avatar of Greed cups your cheeks with his hands and smashes your lips together.

You gasp in shock, definitely not having expected him to do that—and Mammon takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss.

One of his arms moves to wrap around your waist—pressing you flush against him. Your tongues meld, and you can’t help the small, embarrassing sounds that leave you. Everything is just happening so quickly! Less than a minute ago you’d been fast asleep, and now Mammon is gripping your ass and swallowing you up with his kisses.

He takes a step forward, and you both stumble backwards into your room. Mammon kicks the door closed, his lips never leaving yours.

By now, you feel like you’re drowning—heat creeping down your neck and spreading further downward. You’re desperately in need of air as well, so you raise your hands and press them against Mammon’s chest, mustering a whine that you hope he understands.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss—a string of spit connecting you.

“Mammon,” you pant, searching his face with wide eyes. “What—”

“You’re mine,” he shoots back before you can finish, his head craning down to the crook of your neck. He kisses at the sensitive skin, his freed hand moving to splay on the small of your back—the other still possessively gripping your ass through your sleeping shorts.

“M-Mammon, it was just a joke,” you try to explain, a lewd gasp leaving your lips as he trails his tongue up your neck.

“I’m supposed to protect ya while you’re here. I was the first one you made a pact with,” he whispers into your ear. His lips lock onto a patch of skin near your jaw, and you writhe. Yet, Mammon only sucks on the area harder, not allowing you to escape.

“You’re mine.”

Heat spreads through your limbs at his words—heart jumping.

“I…,” you try to find the words to say, but your thoughts are jumbled. You can feel something hard against your hip, and the way Mammon is now sucking, biting, and licking his way down your neck is driving you insane. Quicker than you care to admit, arousal is pooling between your legs.

“Say that you’re mine,” he speaks, almost a whine. Your heart feels like it may beat right out of your chest, with the way he’s begging. Despite all his teasing, and his dominance in this situation, he wants to hear your honest response. Not one he’s forcing you to give.

“I’m yours, Mammon,” you respond, your hand lifting to pet his white hair. Mammon draws back, a look of wonder on his face as he stares at you. You—who currently feels like a schoolgirl admitting a crush, while also desperately needing to be touched at the same time.

“I’m yours,” you say again, smiling, and an excited grin overcomes him. He dives back in, capturing your lips once more and you squeal when he suddenly sweeps you off your feet.

He deposits you on your bed, his eyes alight as he slips his hands beneath the hem of your t-shirt. You shiver as the air of the room hits your torso—Mammon lifting your shirt until it’s just above your breasts.

“Shit,” he says, immediately reaching forward to squeeze the soft mounds. You mewl at the feeling, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you. And Mammon doesn’t stop there. He leans down, his mouth finding your collarbone and picking up where he left off. He kisses his way down your chest—pausing to nibble or suck on a certain spot every so often. By the time he actually gets to your breasts—his tongue flattening against one of your nipples and lapping at the perky bud—you’re desperate for any kind of friction between your legs.

“Mammon,” you breathe, and his blue eyes meet your own. “I…I need you.”

You’re embarrassed beyond belief to admit it, but god you want him inside of you.

“Oh?” he questions, his mouth popping off your breast as he sits back to look at you. There’s a playful gleam in his eye—one that tells you he won’t be giving into you that easily.

“Tell me how ya need me.”

His tone is serious, despite the grin on his face. A small part of you debates giving up—perhaps you’ll survive without admitting all the humiliating thoughts in your mind—but you’ve never been so horny before. If he doesn’t fuck you, you honestly might cry out of frustration.

“…why won’t you just fuck me?” you respond instead, still not quite brave enough or desperate enough to tell him what he wants.

Mammon laughs a little, leaning up to tease you with a soft kiss.

“Because ya let my brothers touch to you in order to piss me off. It’s only fair I embarrass ya a little before giving you what ya want, yeah?”

It’s clear to you that any anger he’d been holding onto had dissipated the moment you’d agreed that you are his. Now he’s just his greedy little self—cocky, and annoying, and infuriatingly handsome.

“I…I just…,” you struggle to be honest with yourself, your eyes trained on Mammon as he sits back and peels his sleeping tank-top over his head. You feel yourself salivating at the sight of his abs, and when he hooks a thumb under the band of his sweats—the outline of his cock visible against his thigh for all to see—you let go of any remaining reservations.

“I’m so wet,” you admit honestly, noticing the way Mammon’s gaze turns down to the space between your legs. Your sleeping shorts are a little tight, so you wouldn’t doubt that your arousal has managed to seep through the fabric.

“And I just need you inside of me. Please.”

“Well, if ya want me that bad—”

All of the sudden you find yourself on top of Mammon, the Avatar of Greed laying smugly beneath you with his arms above his head. Your hips are flush, and you can feel his erection between your clothed bodies.

“—ride me, then.”

If you weren’t red before, you certainly are now, but…

Sucking it up—knowing what you want—you reach down and tug your shirt over your head. Mammon watches you with hunger in his eyes, his cock straining against his pants. He can see how desperate you are for him, and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed.

Biting your lip, you look down at the V of Mammon’s hips, your fingers curling around the waistband of his sweats. A little hesitantly, you pull it downward, and after a few seconds his cock springs free. You reach for it without second thought, stroking his length in your hand, and Mammon moans beneath you.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

With his obvious arousal and satisfaction at being touched by you urging you on, you position yourself over him. With your hand holding him steady, you slowly sink down—the head of his cock pushing in between your walls, and your eyelashes flutter closed.

“Mm,” you breathe, almost a whine. After a few seconds, Mammon’s cock is fully sheathed in your pussy, and you’re quite sure you’ve never been so full before. It’s heavenly.

One hand reaching back to brace against his thigh, you slowly roll your hips against him. Mammon’s mouth falls open, his hands reaching up to grab your waist.

“Oh, fuck.”

Laughing a little—slightly proud that you’re making him feel just as good as you are—you begin moving yourself faster. His dick feels so good—stretching you out and dragging between your wet walls. Every grind of your hips has your pleasure heightening, and your impending release inching closer and closer.

“Mammon,” you whine, beginning to pant with effort. You feel his grip on your waist tighten in response, his body thrusting upwards to meet your own. The sound that leaves you in response to his movement is perhaps the lewdest sound you’ve ever made, and Mammon thrives on it.

Greedy hunger in his gaze, he begins fucking up into you, and you collapse forward—bracing your hands against his abs. Your thighs begin to shake, an overwhelming amount of pleasure pooling in your gut, but you find it in yourself to continue moving your hips.

However, Mammon takes the reins as your strength begins to falter—thoughtless whines and moans slipping past your lips as he fucks into you. And the Avatar of Greed makes sure not to miss a single sound, or reaction that you give him. His blue eyes rake your body from top to bottom, soaking in every little thing. The blush on your cheeks, the fresh red marks adorning your body all the way from your jawline to your chest. The way your tits bounce at his thrusts, and the way your thighs twitch, your rhythm beginning to fall apart.

“Gonna cum?” he asks, hoping that you say yes, because honestly with your delicious pussy swallowing him up so nicely, he’s not sure he’ll last much longer.

You nod frantically, unable to form any coherent words on your tongue.

Reaching up, Mammon wraps his arms around you and pulls you down—your chests flush together. He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, and at the same time uses the new position to thrust up into you even faster than before. You whine around his tongue, fingers tangling in his hair as the tension in your gut suddenly boils over.

“Mm--!” you cum with a cry, your hips twitching, and your pussy tightening around Mammon’s cock. The Avatar of Greed falters at the new pressure, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as you force him to the finish line—a satisfied groan ripping from his throat.

A mess of heavy breathing and sweaty bodies, the two of you ride out your orgasms. After a minute, you feel Mammon’s cock slip out of you, and he reaches up to touch your cheek.

Tired, you crack your eyes open and look down at him. His eyes are bright—a smile on his lips.

“Mine,” he whispers, leaning up to kiss you. You breathe a tired laugh, returning the kiss.

“Possessive, aren’t you?” you joke, rolling off of him. His lips press into a pout.

“I mean…isn’t that in the title?”

You roll your eyes, supposing that it is. He is the Avatar of Greed, after all. It makes sense that he’d be a little possessive.

“Are ya just gonna sleep?” he asks, scooting up behind you and peeking over your shoulder at your face. You’re already half asleep, from the looks of it.

“You woke me up, Mammon. And knowing that we’re alright, and after…that, I’m really tired.”

“Fine, fine~ I won’t stay then. I’ll let ya sleep in peace,” he says, but when you don’t feel him move, you crack an eye open and glance back at him. He’s pouting again.

“One more kiss?”

Smiling, you beckon him forward, and your lips meet once more. Mammon pulls back with a cheeky smile, and finally moves off the bed. By the time your door clicks shut a minute later, exhaustion has overtaken you, and you’re fast asleep.

In the morning, you awake to a knocking on your door. Groggy, you throw your arm out and manage to locate your D.D.D on the nightstand. At seeing the time, you jolt awake.

8AM?? Your alarm was supposed to have gone off at 7! Had you forgotten to set it?!

“Y/N?” a deep voice calls out, and you immediately recognize the voice as Lucifer’s.

Oh god, I’m so dead, you think to yourself, scrambling out of bed. When your feet hit the floor, you shiver and look down at yourself. You blink, realizing you’re naked, and suddenly memories from last night come flooding back to you.

You and Mammon--! You’d--!

You flush bright red, scrambling to find something to dress yourself in as Lucifer knocks on the door once more.

“Y/N? You missed breakfast—are you alright?”

“I—yeah, I just forgot to set my alarm, I guess!” you call back, finally finding your long sleeping shirt. You have just enough time to pull it over your head before the Avatar of Pride speaks once more.

“You sound a little flustered…are you sure everything is alright?”

Before you can respond, your foot snags the corner of your bed and you tumble to the floor. Immediately Lucifer is concerned.

“Alright, I’m coming in,” he says, and you clamber to your feet.

“I’m fine!” you yell, appearing in the crack of the door just as he’s opening it. You force a smile at him. Lucifer cocks an eyebrow, very unconvinced, and looks you over. Your state of undress is a bit perplexing—he’s never imagined you to be one to sleep with nothing more than a t-shirt on, but—

At that moment, he spots something, his eyes training on your neck. Lucifer reaches a hand up, and when you move to hide behind the door—realizing what exactly it is that he has likely spotted—he speaks up.

“Stay,” he tells you sternly, and you’re unable to meet his eyes as he brushes your hair to the side…revealing the long, and messy string of hickies on your neck. He follows the trail to the collar of your shirt, and tugs it down ever so slightly.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow when he notices it goes even lower.

“I was told,” he begins, his words stern, and dangerous. “That last night, my brothers played a prank on Mammon, which involved you. Yet, this morning, he was looking quite self-satisfied at breakfast.”

At his words, you feel your face heating up, and immediately Lucifer knows that his suspicions are true.

“Get yourself ready for school. I will have Asmodeus bring you some concealer,” he says, and when you nod shamefully, Lucifer sighs and pulls the door closed. Once he’s gone, you press your back to the door and hold your flaming cheeks between your hands.

Thank god you were spared.

Mammon, however…

“Maaaamooonnn!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!”

…is not so lucky.

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