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lcvemiyuki · 2 days

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when they get jealous | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, kenma x reader + tsukishima x reader are established relationships, fem!reader, osamu x reader (y/n is perceived as shorter than osamu)

characters: kenma, tsukishima, osamu

a/n: more! bc these also have been stuck in my head... (not proofread sorry!)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Kozume Kenma

'he would get distracted to the point of jeopardizing a game'

It was a weekend afternoon, and Kenma had carved out some precious time to play solos in the gaming room. His specialty was first-person shooter games, and he stayed absolutely silent to focus; a pin drop could be heard from how quiet it was. Only the sounds of his game controller clicking resonated softly in the soundproof room.

You two shared the room, with back-to-back monitors and a personalized setup on each side. Occasionally, you would enter and play a game or two, leaving when you knew he had a stream scheduled.

Today was one of those quiet days, with Kenma fully immersed in his game. His noise-canceling headphones ensured nothing but the game’s audio reached his ears.

You entered the room, aware of his headphones, and left rabbit-cut apple slices next to his keyboard. The colors from his monitor illuminated the slices, casting a soft glow on them as his slender fingers worked like a well-oiled machine.

As you moved, your figure momentarily blocked his sight, and he glimpsed you holding a phone to your ear, a smile plastered on your face as you talked. Kenma's eyes lingered on you for a few seconds before his monitor demanded his attention again. Usually, you would make some sort of light contact to remind him you were there, a gentle touch or a pat on the shoulder.

But this time, you didn’t.

Instead, you turned to your side and plopped down on the plush chair, fully engrossed in your conversation. Kenma wasn't overly nosy, but he couldn’t help but peek out from the side of his monitor to observe you.

‘Who has your attention?’ he wondered.

Knowing he couldn't keep glancing your way without compromising his game, Kenma adjusted his headphones so that only one side covered his ear, leaving the other exposed to the outside world.

Kenma's focus split in half; he tried to concentrate on his game, yet every time he heard your wholehearted laugh, his eyes darted to you instantly. Your joy was infectious, and it pulled at his curiosity with an unfamiliar force.

“Tomorrow? Yeah, that sounds great!” Your voice rang out, clear and cheerful. Kenma's brows furrowed as he strained to make out more of your conversation. His concentration slowly dissipated, the multiple noises becoming a chaotic blend in his mind.

“I can’t wait to see you!” Your exclamation, followed by another giggle, broke his focus entirely. He turned his head fully for just two seconds, enough time for his character on screen to be targeted and shot.

The screen flashed red with ‘GAME OVER’ in bold letters.

Kenma's eyes did a double take as the realization hit—he had gotten distracted a bit too long.

He never lost a game—ever.

He yanked the headphones off, letting them hang around his neck as he leaned back in his chair. A long sigh heaved out, his worn-out hands finding their way behind his head as his legs spread apart for a more comfortable position.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, bro. Tell Mom I can’t wait to see you guys!” Now free from his game’s immersive audio, Kenma heard you loud and clear. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling a twinge of annoyance at himself for getting so distracted.

That really cost him a game—yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rate slow down after realizing you were just talking to your brother.

Lost in his thoughts, Kenma didn’t hear you approach until he felt the soft, slightly wet touch of your lips pecking his. His eyes slowly fluttered open to find you staring down at him with a confused look.

“You lost, Kozu?” Your eyes now drifted to his monitor.

He could only softly scoff at himself, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his tone. “Yeah, I guess I did.” His lips pursed together, noting the twinge of sweetness they tasted.

He would never tell you the real reason, though.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Kei Tsukishima

'his smile looks indifferent, yet his eyes shot daggers'

The sound of someone’s cough echoed through the museum as you and Tsukishima passed through another grand exhibit. The exhibits grew slightly crowded at times, prompting you to lightly grasp the edge of his coat, careful not to fully grab him. His strides were slightly faster than yours granted his slight eagerness. Tsukishima turned his head, peering down at your hand clutching his clothes.

“Is this your way of trying to keep up?” His light eyebrows raised slightly in amusement before he reached back, taking hold of your hand to guide you instead.

“Excuse me!” a slightly loud voice echoed in the room, causing you to close your mouth before you could respond. You turned to face the source of the shout, only to find a young man staring right at you.

Tsukishima halted with you, turning his head around with a hint of annoyance at whoever was shouting.

“Do people not know when to lower their voices?” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. As he was about to finish his sentence, he noticed the man making his way toward you specifically. Tsukishima didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes were solely focused on you.

Turning his attention to you, Tsukishima also noticed how your squinting eyes suddenly morphed into one of pure surprise.

“Y/N? Is that really you!?” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

As the man launched into an animated recount of his recent adventures, Tsukishima stood by, feeling a pang of irritation.

Soon enough, a few others caught up to your classmate. Tsukishima couldn't miss the way it took them a few seconds to avert their eyes or the eager way they held out their hands to shake yours.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ‘How shameless.’

“This is my—” you began to introduce Tsukki, but he beat you to it, turning fully to face the group. “I’m the boyfriend.” His smile was anything but genuine.

His tone might have been friendly, but you could tell Tsukki was irritated.

Quickly realizing he might be upset about the abrupt interruption of your date, you hastily said your goodbyes to your old high school friend.

“Aw, c’mon Y/N, how about a reunion selfie before we let you go?” your old classmate nudged, pointing at the phone he was holding.

You awkwardly laughed, trying to think of a way to politely decline. But before you could say no, you felt a gentle but firm pressure on the small of your back, guiding you forward. You turned to see Tsukishima's long fingers splayed out against your back, his touch insistent. The action caused you to straighten up in response, feeling the solid reassurance of his hand.

You quickly took the selfie with your old classmate, offering a polite smile for the camera. Before you could say another brief goodbye, you noticed the three guys in the back all staring in your direction, only to quickly avert their gaze to some random object in the building.

Curious about what had caught their attention, you turned your head to follow their line of sight. Your heart began to race as you saw the reason for their sudden shift in focus.

Tsukishima, now several meters away, was turned slightly to the side, but his eyes were locked onto the guy next to you. His usual could-care-less demeanor was replaced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Tsukishima's glare was menacing as if silently placing a bounty on his head. His hands were comfortably placed in his pockets; his black glasses failed to mask the daggers he shot their way.

There was no mistaking it—he was jealous, and not just mildly so.

You quickly excused yourself, murmuring a final goodbye to your old classmate. You made your way over to Tsukishima, your steps quickening with each passing second.

As you reached him, you hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to yours, then quickly shifted away, focusing on anything but you.

“Tsukki,” you said softly, “Sorry that took so long.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, his tone begrudgingly agreeing.

“Were their stares bothering you?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“They were just...annoying,” he said, his voice clipped. “Like, read the room.”

A mischievous smirk played on your face as you interlocked your hand with his. “Is that why you were death-staring them like they were your sworn enemies?”

“Obviously. Anyone would with how noisy they were,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent.

He would never admit to it, but you could read him all too well.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Miya Osamu

'wouldn't care if a purchase or two gets put on the line'

One day, Atsumu, his doting twin brother, waltzes into the semi-busy shop with open arms.

“Take a whiff, boys—the infamous Miya blood mixes with success,” he says smugly.

Osamu doesn't even welcome them once he sees who it is—he simply deadpans and shoves the curtains to go in the back.

With a bright smile that reaches your eyes, you quickly greet the customers. The two unfamiliar gentlemen behind Atsumu had a muscular and tall build—likely hungry athletes in need of rewarding food.

‘Time to sell the whole shop,’ you think with determination.

Although you weren’t an official employee at Onigiri Miya, you wanted to help Osamu as much as you could. That included selling his delicious food to hungry customers.

You devise a quick game plan and target the first tall guy, hastily approaching him. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he examines the menu, trying to decide what to eat.

“Hi there! If you’re looking for something delicious, you can’t go wrong with our classic tuna mayo onigiri,” you suggest cheerfully, your enthusiasm catching his attention.

The tall guy’s face lights up at your recommendation. “That sounds perfect, thanks!” he says, his serious expression softening.

Just as you’re about to show him another flavor, Osamu suddenly walks directly between you and the customer, almost bumping into you. “You should try the natto,” he says, grabbing a natto onigiri from the display, his tone a bit sharper than usual.

The customer looks a bit taken aback, clearly put off by the sudden change. “Uh, I’m not sure about natto…” he says hesitantly.

You frown slightly, trying to salvage the situation. “Well, we have plenty of other options too—how about the umeboshi?” you suggest, stepping around Osamu to point at another onigiri.

Osamu, however, doesn’t move, effectively blocking your view. “Natto’s a specialty here. You should give it a shot,” he insists, practically shoving the onigiri into the customer’s hand, his eyes darting briefly to you and then back to the customer.

The customer looks uncomfortable, but Atsumu, ever the opportunist, steps in with a grin. “Look at ya, ‘Samu. Can’t stand to see Y/N sellin’ your onigiri to my pal, huh?” he teases, clearly enjoying the situation.

Osamu’s scowl deepens as he grabs an onigiri from the counter. “Shut up, ‘Tsumu,” he mutters before stuffing the onigiri into his brother’s mouth, effectively muffling his cackle.

Atsumu’s eyes widen in surprise, slightly coughing from practically choking on a rice ball.

Trying to pretend the twins weren’t going at it, mouthing silent threats to each other on each side of you two, you try to make a pitch once again.

“I hope you try out all, but it’s up to you!” you quickly put all three into the man’s hands and in doing so, your hand encloses them and gives it a slight pat.

The shuffling stops as you feel two holes being burned into the back of your head.

You could hear a soft chuckle as Osamu's large hands suddenly and slightly encircled your neck from behind. His weight leaned lightly against you as he crouched down a bit to join the conversation.

"Y/N's putting in quite the effort to sell you these, man. I'd say take them and enjoy," he remarked, his face close enough to yours that you could almost feel his breath against your ear.

With a subtle maneuver, you sidestep out of his grasp and guide the customer towards the register; the mess the very owner put you through just to sell these damn onigiris. You mentally roll your eyes as Atsumu continues to tease Osamu in the background.

As soon as the trio of athletes bid the shop goodbye, the door chiming softly behind them, your attention soon fell on Osamu.

You could feel a slight tension in the atmosphere, the remnants of the earlier exchange still hanging in the air. Osamu stood behind the counter, his back turned to you as he methodically rearranged the onigiri displays. His movements were precise, almost mechanical as if he were trying to distract himself from the task at hand.

"Why the face, Y/N?" Osamu feigned confusion as he went around the stalls to continue his organizing.

You stood by the register with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. "Oh, really," you began, "I mean, I get Atsumu—you guys always go at it—but that guy was just like any other customer, 'Samu."

Osamu paused in his task, his expression shifting into a thoughtful gaze as if pondering something. His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the counter before he finally met your gaze. "Yeah, but there's always something more to it," he said cryptically, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You tilted your head, intrigued by his response. "More to what?"

He chuckled softly, a glint of something indescribable in his eyes. "More to everything," he replied enigmatically, leaving you with a curious smile as he continued to work around the shop. His words lingered in the air.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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killerlookz · 3 days

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Dirty Dancing | Joost Klein (Groupie Love Series)

Part II of the Groupie Love Series starts immediately after part I

description: joost klein x groupie!f! reader- following their hookup, Joost learns that reader will be in Belgium for one more day and decides to invite her out clubbing, wanting to see her once more.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, MDNI, semi-public sex (i guess technically), unprotected P in V, drunk-ish sex... i think thats it!

word count: 4870

"Did you enjoy the show tonight?"

You inhale, allowing the smell of Joost's burning cigarette to enter your lungs,

"I think I enjoyed a little more than the show," Your eyelids hang low, your words are slow, almost sloppy- as if you had just a little too much to drink.

A knowing smirk continues to linger on Joost's face, "Really, did you the show?"

"I wouldn't have traveled to three different countries to see you if I hadn't been enjoying myself." You tilt your head to the side, taking in his features- he was the sort of perfect that kind of hurt to look at, each of his features in perfect harmony with one eachother, "I didn't travel all this way just to try to sleep with you- but tonight certainly was a pleasant surprise."

"You make it sound like trying to sleep with me was part of your plan,"

"And could you blame me if it was?"

Joost leans back on the couch, the satisfied look on his face making it all too obvious how much he's enjoying your praise. and the way he moves makes you wince- still inside you, your eyes shut tight, and your muscles clench.

"Hmmsorry sweetie," He hums, placing his free hand on your thigh, beginning to rub gentle circles into the supple flesh. His delicate touch made you want to collapse into him- to melt into his chest and make this night much more romantic than either of you had anticipated. But you stay still, instead waiting intently for him to speak again, "How long are you in Belgium for?"

"Two days." You shrug, responding matter-of-factly.

"Good," A smile creeps on his face as he lifts his cigarette back up to his lips, "I'd like to see you again." He takes a drag, and you watch as his chest rises with his inhale, glistening with a fine layer of sweat. He turns his head to the side, his sharpened jawbone only becoming more pronounced as he lifts his head up to exhale- careful not to blow the smoke towards you.

He'd like to see you again

You attempt to bite back your excitement, bottom lip tucked under your teeth as he continues.

"We're going to a club not too far away tomorrow night, and I think you should come." He spoke so nonchalantly like you were just supposed to know who "we" referred to, or really even know the area you were in.

"Sounds..." The word lingers on your tongue as you search for the proper adjective, "Fun." You smile, careful not to give too much away, attempting to stay as cool about the situation as he was, "But I'm staying here with a friend, is it alright if she comes with me?"

"As long as you're there," Joost squeezes your thigh where his hand had been resting. His small move gets a breath stuck in your throat and you swallow, attempting to adjust your breathing back to normal without him noticing.

You only nod in response, affirming you would indeed be there.

Your body grows hot the moment you step into the crowded club. The music boomed from the speakers that filled the venue, the bass so loud you could feel yourself vibrating.

"Do you know where he's supposed to be?" Your friend leans in, raising her voice to be heard over the music.

"No," You pause, taking a second to scan the crowd of people that filled the club. It was a little hard to see, the only lights illuminating the dark space were scattered LEDs that cast the place in a glow of various colors, "He just said what time he'd be here." You couldn't find him in your quick scan of the place, "I think I'll just let him find me." After all, he had been the one to invite you out, so you figured it should be on him to seek you out.

"Fine," She shrugs, "But we're drinking in the meantime." She grabs you by the wrist, pulling you to the crowded bar. The two of you push past the sea of sweaty bodies on the dance floor, adrenaline rushing your veins as you realize just how packed the club is- you were always one to jump at the chance to party.

Practically leaning over the bar, your friend outstretches her hand to flag down the bartender. You continue to scan the area surrounding you while she yells her order- where was he? You worried that maybe he bailed, or you accidentally got the wrong address.

However- your worries quickly subsided as the bartender placed the two rounds of shots your friend had ordered for the both of you down. You don't bother to ask what she ordered, at the end of the day, it all went down the same.

You smile down at the glass, wrapping two fingers around it before clinking it against the glass your friend held.

"Bottoms up," She smirks.

The liquid slides down your tongue, warming your esophagus and spreading to your stomach. Goosebumps form atop your skin as you try to stop yourself from wincing at the way the alcohol bitterly burns at your tongue. Before you let the unpleasant sensation subside, you're already throwing back the second shot.

You exhale as you tap the glass down on the bar,

"Another round?" You smile.

Your friend holds a single finger up to you, as to tell you to wait, before she mimics you, downing her second shot. Her face crinkles as she slams the glass down with a thump.

"Give me a second, you're better at this than me," She shakes her head, attempting to rid herself of the taste.

Suddenly her eyes widen, and you feel someone grab your hand. The initial shock makes you jump, quickly flipping your head to see who it is.

"I've been looking for you," It was Joost, a smile on his face as he brought your hand further up, placing a kiss to your knuckles. The small gesture makes your face grow hot, and you're unable to control the small giggles that fall out of your mouth as he gently sets your hand down.

"Hi," You grin, studying his face. He looks much more put together tonight than yesterday, seeing as the night had just begun. Your eyes trail down from his face, looking down towards his neck, the surface above his Lola Bunny tattoo covered in splotches of red and purple- marks caused by your mouth and you briefly wondered if things would escalate between you again tonight.

"Hello," The smile lingers on his face as his eyes flick to your friend, "And who is this?"

"Nora," She smiles back.

"I'm Joost!" He exclaims, excited to introduce himself to someone new.

"Oh, I know," She nods

"We were just about to do another round of shots, care to do one with us?" Your eyelids flutter as the question leaves your mouth, a quiet beg for him to say yes.

"Ja!" He nods, enthusiastic at the prospect of getting another drink in his system. "What are we drinking?"

You turn around, a motion to tell your friend to answer the question,

"Oh-uh," Nora furrows her brows, "Whatever the house vodka is- I don't know, something cheap."

"Works for me," Joost shrugs before leaning down to you, lightly grazing your arm with his palm as he goes to talk into your ear, "Your drinks are on me after this one though."

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the giggle that was about to escape you at the feeling of Joost's breath against your neck.

"Works for me," You repeat his words back to him.

The small shared moment is quickly broken by the bartender placing another round of shots in front of the now three of you. Joost is the first to take a glass, raising it to the rest of you to follow,

"Proost!" (cheers) He just about yells, and you and Nora minic, clinking your glasses together before downing the liquid.

Swallowing down the liquor didn't get much easier for you- but you knew you were at the point where you would start feeling it a little. Joost seemed unaffected, swiftly putting down the glass without as much as a flinch-like he was only drinking water.

Joost raises his voice over the music, "I'd like to introduce you two to my friends, ja?"

Sitting at a section in the back you watch on as Joost and one of his friends dance around, in front of you, screaming the words to whatever Dutch song that had been booming through the club.

Nora had wandered off somewhere, having hit it off with some girl who had offered to buy her a drink.

"What?" Joost asks, "You don't dance?" He teases, a smirk pulling at his lip.

"Says who?" You flick your gaze up to him

"Says you who's been sitting here just staring at me for the last twenty minutes."

"Maybe I like staring at you."

He rolls his eyes, outstretching a hand for you to grab so he can stand you up. You oblige, his strong tattooed hand wrapping around your own as he tugs at your arm. He barely gives you enough time to stand up before he's pulling you off to the dancefloor.

The enthusiasm with which he moved was kind of adorable you couldn't lie, the smile plastered on his face, drink in hand as he danced around you- it was a little like he was in his own world, like he didn't care one bit about the other people around him.

As he's behind you he slips his hands to your waist, pulling your back to his chest. He sways you from side to side in time with the music, and you eventually get into the groove of it, throwing your head back to rest by his shoulder.

Despite the position you were in, the movements between the two of you remained fairly chaste for the time being. After a few minutes, Joost lowered his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, leaning to speak in your ear,

"Stay here, I'm gonna get us another round of drinks." He finished his sentence with a light peck to your temple before hurrying off to the bar.

The small kiss left you feeling hot- and wanting more, leading you to decide to really put the moves on Joost when he got back.

You keep to yourself for the time being, continuing to feel the music as the alcohol slowly sweeps away your inhibitions.

It wasn't long however until Joost came back, holding two glasses full of a dark liquid. You didn't need to ask- in the under an hour that you had been here you'd quickly become accustomed to Joost and his friend's affinity for Bacardi and Coke- even having given the drink some dumb name you couldn't remember.

He hands you the glass with a grin, eager to get back to you.

"Thank you," You stand up on your toes, reaching to give Joost a kiss on the cheek as a show of your gratitude. You're able to suck down about a quarter of the drink before wincing, a soft chuckle leaving Joost's mouth at the way your face twists. It was evident he was much better at holding his liquor than you were.

Soon enough you had found yourself once again with your back pressed against Joost's chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist. However, things felt a lot less wholesome this time- the way your hips circled with intent with your ass pressed against his crotch. You tipped your head back, eager to get a look at him as the pair of you danced with one another. As you stared up at him there was no longer a goofy smile plastered on his face, rather he was staring back down at you, his eyes lit with a familiar lust.

You're taken out of your thoughts with a gasp as you feel someone knock into you, before a liquid hits your chest, making you fling your head up from where it had laid against Joost. Above you stood a man, taller than you but shorter than Joost, clearly hammered holding a half-emptied beer in his hand.

"Kom op, kijk uit waar je loopt!" (come on man, watch where you're going) Joost's arm leaves your waist as he throws up his hand, practically scolding the man for knocking into you.

There's a sheepish look drawn upon the man's face as he holds up a hand in defense, A slurred, "Uhsorry," leaves his mouth before quickly walking away.

Joost grabs at your waist to motion you to turn to face him,

He mutters something in Dutch, shaking his head in annoyance before returning his full attention to you, eyeing the drops of beer that had been spilled all over your front, "I'm sorry, I'll get that," his arm slipping around your waist, lowering his head, making you suck in a breath as his tongue meets your skin, licking at the liquid that sat on the exposed flesh of your cleavage.

You can't help but tip your head back to allow him better access, the small licks at your chest to help clean you up soon turning into small kisses up the side of your neck. You weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up before you were begging him to take you back to his hotel room.

"What's got your pulse so quick, liefje?" He picks his head up from your neck, his lips curved in a knowing smile. Damn him.

"I didn't know you were a doctor," You raise an eyebrow, challenging his flirting.

"Yeah," He chuckles, "Maybe you should let me give you a physical exam." He gives you an overexaggerated wink, aware of the corniness of the line.

You bite your tongue, shaking your head as you slide your free hand up his chest before letting it rest on his shoulder. He's quick to pull you back to him, his hand now trailing below your waist, lightly grazing your ass.

"So beautiful tonight," His eyes trail you up and down, taking note of your entire body and just how little what you had been wearing left to his imagination.

"Had to dress up, I'm supposed to be meeting someone special here tonight." Your words are passive, teasing.

"Oh yeah?" He raises an eyebrow, his grip tightening on where his hand laid on your ass, "Must be a lucky guy."

"Mhm," You hum, though you doubt he can hear it over the music, "Kind of hoping he'd rather take this outfit off of me, though."

Joost tilts his head forward, his lips brushing your ear,

"Well- I can't speak for this someone special, but I can tell you I'd love nothing more." His voice is low and seductive but his proximity to you makes his words clear even with the sound of the club around you.

You push yourself forward, grinding your hips against the buckle of his belt.

"Maybe that can be arranged," You place a small kiss to his neck before biting at his earlobe.

You feel the tip of Joost's hands grabbing at the hem of your skirt, pulling it up slightly- had you not been so desperate for him by this point you would have slapped his hand, teasingly chastizing him for being so dirty, but you let him continue. He had only pulled your skirt up a little just barely exposing some of your ass before he palmed at the supple flesh, fingers trailing towards your inner thighs.

Your back arches into his touch, forcing your chests even closer together. Your movement forces his fingers to just barely graze the crotch of your panties, his hand now fully under your skirt. A whispered, "Fuck," leaves your mouth at his gentle touch. God this all felt so dirty.

With his head still lowered by your neck, Joost began kissing lightly, his hand not leaving from where it pressed between your thighs. You attempt to play off the subtle movement of your hips as if you're swaying to the beat, though it's all a desperate attempt to feel some friction against Joost's hand.

Your body feels tense, your arousal becoming pent up as Joost continues to kiss at your neck. You're so wrapped up in the moment you nearly forget there's an entire crowd around you, but you were sure no one was exactly interested in what had been going on between you two.

Some more mumbled curses fall from your lips before Joost looks up from where his head had been buried in your neck, his hand falling from your thighs. You pout at the lack of contact.

"Come on," His tone is almost aggressive as he pulls your hand, leading towards the back of the club. He's determined as he pushes through the crowd, bringing you to the bathroom, its small, and dark, a singular light illuminating the tiny room over the sink.

Joost just about rips the drink from your hand, slamming both of your glasses onto the skin counter before returning to you. You share a knowing glance between the two of you, before he pushes you against the tiled wall, his lips devouring yours in a hungry kiss.

It isn't long before he's feeling you up, his hands moving up and down your sides, eager just to have you in his grasp.

His hands trail down to your skirt, lifting the fabric up to your waist before he nudges his knee in between your legs, urging you to part them for him and you're quick to oblige. As soon as your legs are opened, just a little he's reaching for the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side.

The tip of his pointer finger lightly brushes your clit, forcing you to exhale a light whimper between kisses. He doesn't waste too much time teasing you, an unlocked club restroom was not exactly the ideal place for long, drawn-out lovemaking. Instead, he presses harder, drawing circles against your swollen bundle of nerves.

The feeling of his fingers mixed with his rough kisses is absolutely heavenly. His fingers trail a little further back, collecting your slick before returning to your clit, and you gasp at his fluid motions.

"I've barely touched you," He muses, his lips parting from yours for an instant. You didn't have it in you to feel ashamed for how wet you had grown in such a short amount of time.

"Need you," You mumble

"C'mon, you've got me," Joost pulls away from you completely, leaving you gasping as he steps away. He cocks his head, motioning you towards the sink to command you to stand over there.

You nod, taking a few steps to the side, meeting the sink's counter, and you stare at yourself in the mirror before flicking your eyes to Joost's reflection as he walks over to you.

He places a hand on your upper back, urging you to bend over the sink. You bite your lip, slowly leaning forward, resting your elbows and forearms on the counter.

Joost's hand trails down your back, to your ass, giving it a light slap before squeezing tightly, the feeling of his fingernails pushing into your flesh making a small yelp leave your mouth.

But his hand quickly drops, and you can hear the metal clinking of his belt coming undone. The simple sound fills you with excitement, a tightness growing in your lower stomach at what you know what was going to happen next.

You watch intently in the mirror as he pulls down his pants and underwear to just about his mid-thighs, but you can't see much past that with you being in front of him. But you can certainly feel as his hardened cock springs loose from the confines of his clothes, the tip grazing your upper thigh.

He lightly kicks the inside of both your feet, spreading your legs a little further as he strokes his cock behind you. A hand comes to your waist, and Joost leans forward,

"Ready for me schatje?" He grumbles into your ear.

You can't do much in the way of biting your lip and nodding, you had been more than ready.

He lets out a deep exhale as you feel the tip of his cock graze your puffy folds. His free hand coming to your upper thigh to spread you open for him. Gently, he's pushing himself into you, your eyes shutting tight as you have to readjust to his size. You take in the familiar stretch as he bottoms out in you, pausing for a moment before pulling out so just the head stays inside you. He continued these slow, teasing motions until it was almost painful how bad you needed him.

"Please," You whimper out, your head hanging low.

He doesn't make you beg much further before both of his hands are on your waist, forcing you down onto him as he thrusts into you at a faster pace now. The small room echoes with the dirty sounds of each thrust in and out.

He's much more aggressive than he had been last night- but you couldn't complain, not at the sensation of his cock hammering deep inside you. A sharp moan leaves your lips with each of his movements.

Oddly enough, knowing that someone could walk in at any time and catch what the two of you were doing only added to the arousal you felt. You were sure at this point if Joost insisted on fucking you in front of an audience you'd probably let him.

Some praises in Dutch leave Joost's mouth that you can't quite understand, but they make you feel like you're melting nonetheless. A hand snakes up your side to your neck, lightly gripping at your throat as he continues drilling into you.

"Look at yourself, liefje." He grunts, but you barely have the strength to pick your head up from where it hangs. He sighs, his hand loosening from your throat to your chin, forcing you to look up into the mirror.

You can't help but look at Joost instead, biting his lip, face contorting with each forward thrust. Watching Joost as he fucked into you was what was beginning to send you over the edge, your legs starting to tremble beneath you, your cunt beginning to spasm around the length of his cock.

"i-I'm close," You stutter, feeling the tightness inside you beginning to reach a shattering point.

"That's oka-fuck- cum for me,"

It doesn't take you long for you to obey his words, your orgasm smacking into you with a force you fear may knock you out. Joost's hand leaves your chin, instead, he reaches down to your clit, rubbing the swollen bud to help you through your orgasm.

The stimulation is enough to make you scream while your pussy clenches, spilling your release onto Joost's cock.

Your orgasm, however, did not deter Joost from maintaining the same pace he'd been fucking you at. Your body slumped over the sink counter while he continued to thrust into you at whatever speed felt right to him, his finger still drawing harsh circles to your clit.

A few tears slip down your cheeks due to the overstimulation, overwhelmed with an intense amount of pleasure that you weren't sure you had ever experienced before.

"Just a little longer," Joost assures, his breath losing a pace as his thrusting becomes wilder and more sloppy.

Soon enough he's spilling into you, his warm seed coating your walls with an animalistic groan. His head falls back as he fucks into you a few more times before finally stopping.

He's slow to pull out of you, leaving you whining as you feel the full length of his cock exit you once more. But as soon as he's out he's quick to pull up your panties, his release slowly dripping out of your cunt onto the crotch of the fabric.

You're still slumped over the sink as Joost buckles his belt before pulling down your skirt to cover you.

"Fuck," He grunts, "I need a smoke."

By the time you had found yourself back in Joost's hotel room, you had lost track of how many drinks you'd had that night. The warmly lit room felt like it had been spinning as you laid back against the thick comforter of the hotel bed. Uncomfortable was certainly an accurate word to describe how you had been feeling. Far too drunk, makeup smudged on your face, your clothes too tight on your body. You groaned as you shut your eyes, cursing yourself for not knowing your limits.

You heard a chuckle from somewhere beside you, followed by the balcony door closing. A mild scent of cigarette smoke filled the air, and you had figured Joost had just gotten back inside from smoking another cigarette.

"I think it's time for someone to go to bed," He chuckles once more

"I'll be able to sleep once the room stops spinning," You moan, rolling onto your side.

"Let me get you something to wear."

You can hear Joost shuffling around, unzipping a suitcase and digging through clothes.

"C'mon," He says a few minutes later, his hand grazing your calf, "I'll help you get changed."

Your eyes flutter open, rolling back onto your back to look at him. You sigh,

"Can't get up."

"That's okay," He laughs, You can tell by the look on his face that he's drunk too, the way his eyelids hang, and his cheeks glow a pretty shade of pink- but he's clearly more coherent than you are despite having drank more than you did. He places a gentle hand on your thigh, "Can I take your skirt off?" There's no hint of sensuality in his voice, clear he just wants to help you get into something more comfortable.

You grumble out a yes in response, resulting in Joost pulling the skirt down the length of your legs,

"Are you comfortable in these?" His finger ghosts over the waistband of your underwear.

You shake your head no.

"Can I take them off?"

Yes.

Your panties follow your skirt, falling in a pile at the foot of the bed. Your top was the next to go, your lashes fluttering as your eyes opened at the feeling of Joost's hands brushing your stomach, lightly tickling you.

"Sorry," Joost grins, looking down at you as he lifts your top over your head.

The cold hotel blows onto you and you're suddenly aware of just how exposed you are. Embarrassed, you roll over to face away from Joost, not wanting to make any further eye contact with him while being so naked.

"No need to be embarrassed, schatje," He says sweetly- it was like he could read your mind, his palm rubbing against your back to comfort you. "You need me to get you dressed,"

You mumble out a no in response, feeling bad for how much he had already helped you thus far.

"Okay, here you go." You hear Joost drop the clothes he had gotten for you onto the bed, prompting you to roll over to put them on.

A smile instinctively formed at the first article of clothing you saw, one you had recognized. He had given you a pair of his boxers to wear- the ones with his name embroidered onto the waistband. It seemed a strangely intimate move, but you had figured it was probably the first thing he had pulled from his suitcase- not daring to see it as anything past that.

You quickly slip on the clothes he had given you, pulling a simple white t-shirt over your head before eagerly getting back into bed. You crawled further up the length of the bed, grabbing the comforter from its nicely made position, and getting under it.

Laying on your back, your eyelids threatening to close completely any second, you watch as Joost strips down to his underwear, tossing his discarded clothes somewhere in the room.

The bed dips as Joost climbs in next to you, quickly shutting off the lamp on the bedside table as he does so.

Had you been sober you probably would have kept the distance between the two of you, only using Joost's bed as a place to sleep and not as an excuse to get close to him- but something in your drunk mind almost made you instinctively turn onto the side and snuggle into him.

He didn't seem to mind, actually, as your cheek nuzzled into his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you a little tighter to him, affirming you hadn't done anything wrong by attempting to cuddle up to him.

You feel yourself drifting off, the subtle bumps of his heartbeat gently lulling you off to sleep as your breathing slows. Joost must have caught how quickly you seemed to be dozing off, humming contently before speaking softly,

"Slaap lekker," He sighs, the last thing you remember before finally being consumed by sleep is Joost pressing his lips to the crown of your head in a soft kiss.

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cherryredstars · 2 days

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hello cherry this is my first time requesting something :)))) i was wondering if you could do a miguel x reader where y/n and miguel get into a big fight because miguel hasn’t been home / hasn’t been letting the reader know when he isn’t going to be there and after their fight y/n goes out to the club to let off some steam with her friends and it turns out miguel is at the club for a business meeting and he spots her and gets a bit possessive (feel free to add anything else you’d like hehehe that’s what im mainly been thinking about )

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Suggestive, Slight Praise, Dom!Miguel Vibes

A/N: Hello, love! I hope you enjoy!

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You were still fuming when he left.

Your cheeks puffed in agitation, glaring at him from the couch as he walked out the door. Horrible timing if you ask him. One second the two of you are fighting about how he barely has time for you with all these meetings, and the next he’s asking for a rain check because he’ll be late for a business conference. Really helping him out there.

It’s left him annoyed the whole meeting, resisting the urge to bang his head against the table and rub his face until it peels off. In all honesty, he doesn’t really need to be part of this meeting. He’s only here for looks, not even expected to know what the meeting is about or add any input. He could be at home, laying on the couch between your legs as he laps at the liquid gold between your thighs as an apology.

Miguel lets out a heavy sigh, the noise getting lost with the loud music that’s giving him a headache. His eyes wonder from the table of men, turning his head to peer over the railing surrounding the balcony of the VIP section. His eyes scan the mass of people, taking in the writhing mass. At his age, things like clubs have lost their appeal, but he knows this place would be something you would like. You’d love to dance to these songs, too.

Miguel hums to himself, making a mental note to take you here sometime soon. His eyes are about to go back to the meeting when he spots a familiar face in the crowd. Or, multiple faces. His eyes zero in on you, your face turned to talk to your friend behind you. The strobe lights light your face in different neon colors, and he straightens up. His eyes stay on you as you walk through the crowd, a drink in one hand and the other slapped over the top as you walk. Good girl.

Miguel is content to have you have this time with the girls, knowing after fights like this you need something to take your mind off of things. But his eyes stray to a group of men near the bar leering over at your group of friends, one of the sleazy fucks gaining courage to walk towards you. Miguel’s expression sours, and he fixes his suit jacket as he stands up. The group instantly stops talking, focusing on Miguel.

“Where are you going?” One of his coworkers ask, brows furrowing in confusion.

Miguel doesn’t spare him a glance, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “Bathroom.”

The group continues to watch him, slowly turning back to each other and continuing the conversation. Miguel turns his back to them as he leaves, his eyes sticking to where you and your group stand. He can see the fuck walking towards you, and he grumbles when he realizes he’ll get to you first. Once he descends the stairs, it gets slightly harder to spot you. But it isn’t an impossible task with his abnormal height, and he can still make out the vague area you’re in. The crowd parts easily for his intimidating build, and soon enough he’s a few feet away from you.

As expected the sleaze is already with you, mouth moving way too much as he talks to you. Your brow is furrowed in annoyance, and you glare at the man as he talks. Miguel can’t make out what he’s saying, but he can tell you aren’t interested in his shit. Miguel’s stare hardens when the man leans forward, getting into your personal space and whispers something to you.

Miguel reaches you right as you lift your hand to slap him. Miguel’s front presses into your back, his hands acting fast as one wraps around your wrist and the other around your neck to tilt your head up. Your face shoots up to stare at him, the glare in your eyes softening slightly at the sight of him. Miguel’s thumb strokes the pulse point on your neck, calming you down as he stares at the man in front of you.

“Down girl,” he mumbles to you, slowly lowering your hand so it rests at your side.

You make a sound similar to a scoff, but you don’t resist. Your body melts into him, and you turn to hug him when he lets go of your neck. The man looks between the two of you and scoffs, walking off with an irritated grumble once he realizes he’s not getting lucky with you. Miguel watches him go, his large hand stroking your hair.

Once he’s completely gone you pull away from Miguel. That glare is back on your face, and you cross your arms as you stare at him.

“I’m not some dog.” You sass, tilting your chin up.

Miguel hums. uninterested. His hand comes to grab your cheeks, squeezing them together so your lips pucker. The furrow in your brow grows deeper, and Miguel’s mouth twitches at the corner.

“Of course not, mamí,” he agrees. “But you are a brat.”

You begin to grumble a protest but Miguel pinches your cheeks tighter.

“Ah-“ he cuts you off. “Behave and have fun, yeah? I’ll come get you when my meeting’s done.”

Your lips jut out further with a pout, and your grumble something inaudible before nodding reluctantly. Miguel hums, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good girl. I’ll be back”

He lets go of your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead before giving you a once over and leaving. You watch him go, trying to ignore the ache between your thighs.

You hate that fucker.

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yeonzzzn · 2 days

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to be popular: park jongseong

pairing: jay x afab!reader word count: 2.3k

synopsis: when all you want is to be in the spotlight along with your best friend and he helps you out.

genre: childhood friends!, popular!jay, friends to ?, smut.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, fingering.

a/n: had this in my drafts for awhile and finally decided to finish it up! enjoy it! ~

“Do you think he would though?”

All Jay could do was lock eyes with you at your question. This was normal for the two of you at parties.

“YN…” He sighs, lifting the beer can to his lips, “You know how I feel about this.”

You pouted at your best friend, clenching the empty beer can in your hand, and hearing the crack of the tin above the music.

You wouldn’t call yourself a loser, but you weren’t exactly below a loser or even more than a loser. You were just normal. Completely and simply normal. Jay though? Has been the most popular guy since kindergarten.

The two of you grew up together as neighbors, both being the only children in your families, it was only natural you both grew attached to each other. Jay was popular from the moment you both started school. And as the years went on it only got worse. As a child, you figured your popularity would come along with being best friends with Jay, mostly since homeboy was the captain on every sports team he played on and was even top of your class as well. Not to mention he was the head guitar player for the school's band growing up as well. Jay had multiple reasons under his belt for being popular. But you were always in his shadow. The most people knew of you was that you lived next door to him and were one of his best friends. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And it infuriated you.

Nothing you did put you in the spotlight. People barely remembered your name or who you were until you were standing right next to him. At first, you thought it was just kids being mean, but as the years went on, you slowly learned that maybe it was just you. Someone who was forgettable.

Jay always got pissed off with you anytime you would mention how forgettable you were, “You’re literally my BEST FRIEND, YN!” he’d snapped at you, “You’re everything but forgettable.”

Sure, you had some boys knocking on your door for attention, and you’d give them it. But your popularity never went anywhere. It’s not like you even wanted the popularity for the attention really, you just wanted to feel like an equal with Jay. To have everyone remember your name and who you were. To not be well…barely above a loser.

“Jay,” you turned your body fully towards him, lifting your knee to your chest and taking a hold of the burnt orange colored couch with your free hand, “It’s a yes or no question!”

Jay chugged down the rest of his beer and shifted his eyes from you over to Heeseung, the guy you are basically begging him to answer on if he’d be down to fuck you. Heeseung was a friend of Jay’s and also one of the most popular guys at your college. Heeseung has a reputation for fucking any girl who comes his way. Jay knew it was only a matter of time before you resorted to trying to get Heeseung to spread your legs.

Heeseung was probably six or seven drinks in at this party and was currently getting touchy with another girl in the kitchen. Eyes completely locked on her.

Jay looked back at you with a slight smirk, “He looks busy.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not what I'm asking.”

Jay looked down at the coffee table in front of him, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Why did this matter so much to you? Chasing after popular guys at the college just to get your name out there. Jay never understood why you wanted this popularity. If anything, Jay wished he was in your position. To be normal and not have multiple females at every party he attends jumping his bones.

And quite frankly, Jay was tired of having this conversation with you.

“I’m not answering this,” he said with a wave of his hand, “You know I don’t like the idea of you throwing yourself at random guys just for attention.”

You tossed the empty beer can on the table and clenched your fist, starting to get up from the couch, “Fuck you then, if you feel that way. I'll try to seduce him myself.” This is how every conversation about this topic goes with Jay. Him always shutting you down. But you've had enough of it.

And apparently, so did Jay.

Because you were down flat on your back on the couch with him hovering over you.

“J-Jay,” you glanced your eyes around the room, “W-what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer you, taking your arms and pinning them above your head, his lips now attached to your neck. Your body reacted in a way you weren’t expecting it to. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to you. Your heart rate increased, and the thoughts not circulating in your brain scared you.

“Jay,” you called his name again, shifting yourself as best as you could away from his lips.

One of his hands left your wrist and took your jaw between his fingers, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Jay hovered his lips above yours, barely brushing them together and sliding his free hand down to the button of your jeans, “To be fucked like a slut publicly. All to be popular.”

He was angry. Frustrated. Pissed at every man in this room that you’ve tried to pull into bed with you. Pissed at you. This was the only way he knew to not only set you straight but also get his feelings out of the way.

He pressed his lips to yours in the same motion of unbuttoning your jeans, his cold fingers slipping down your panties and rubbing at your folds, humming against your lips, “Already so wet? Just from me barely touching you?”

“Shut up,” you snapped, lifting yourself to connect your lips back together. Jay’s cock twitched at your sudden action and pushed two fingers into your cunt, groaning at how perfectly you clenched around him. How perfectly you feel.

It amazed him how unfazed you were right now. Jay was sure you’d push him off or snap at him for even making a move on you. The two of you were best friends after all, and never once crossed this line until well, now. Jay could blame it on the alcohol he’s consumed. Could even blame it on all that you’ve had to drink as well.

But it was all further from the truth.

Jay pushed his fingers in you faster and parted your lips with his tongue, wrapping the muscle around yours. He was getting so drunk off your taste. Was so turned on over the fact you’re letting him do this to you in the middle of a public college party. You surprised yourself. Your whole plan was just to get Heeseung to make out with you in front of everyone and then drag him off into an empty bedroom or even the bathroom. The last thing you expected was your best friend to be knuckled deep in your pussy and his tongue down your throat.

And by god with the way he was working his fingers in and out of you, you knew your orgasm was fast approaching. As if he already knew how to work your body before even touching you.

The truth…he’s only ever dreamed of how it would feel to do something like this with you. He pulled his fingers from your cunt and looped them at your jeans and pushed them down and leaving your mouth, “You’ve made your rounds asking every single fuck boy possible,” he scoffed, flying his hands to undo his belt, jeans button and zipper, “To fuck you like a slut all for popularity.” The truth…the truth the truth the truth, “Asked everyone but me.”

Your eyes widened at his words, a new feeling sinking into your heart. He sounded angry, his face showed hints of jealousy as his eyes pierced into you and his hands worked at shoving his pants and boxers down past his hips, setting his cock free.

It surprised you how willingly Jay was to do this. How he didn’t seem to care that he was about to fuck you on a couch in the middle of some random party with everyone around to witness it. But it’s what you wanted, right?

Jay lined his tip to your entrance and wasted no time pushing himself in, flinging his head back when it kissed your cervix, “Fuck, YN,” he hissed, taking your wrists back in his hands to pin against the leather of the couch. Jay was already seeing stars at how perfectly you felt wrapped around him. How good you felt. Like your cunt was made for him and him only.

He fucked into you hard, keeping his face tucked perfectly in the crook of your neck. You tried to keep your moans down, eyes wandering the living room to see if anyone was watching.

“Why are you so nervous now, baby?” he whispered in your ear, fucking into you harder, “You wanted this,” You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your calm to focus on that pain instead of the pleasure he was giving you down south, “Everyone fucks at parties. Moan for me, YN. Let everyone see how good I’m giving it to you.”

He bit down into your neck and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your lips parted and a loud wet moan escaped. Jay smirked at the sound, darting his eyes over to Heeseung and loving the way his friend's jaw was dropped and eyes locked onto the two of you.

“See that, baby?” he cooed, “All eyes are on you now,” you barely tilted your head to the side, seeing Heeseung and the female at his side both staring at you and Jay. Seeing the eyes of random partygoers staring as they walked past the living with their eyes wide. Heeseung finally closed his mouth and tucked his lips between his teeth, making Jay spiral, “See, now he fucking wants you,” you looked back at Jay, seeing the fire burning within him, “No one is allowed to have you, understand?”

He slid his hands down to your hips, squeezing them tightly as he fucked into you faster and harder, forcing more moans to leave your lips.

“Asked everyone but me to fucked you,” he scoffed, “Never once did you think to ask me. Would have done it with no second thoughts.” The truth the truth the truth, “I’ve dreamed of having you underneath me like this, wrapped around my cock so perfectly. I’ve been so in love with you since we were kids. Kids, YN.” his anger burned hotter as he unleashed all his emotions, “Never gave a fuck how unpopular you were. Never cared that no one knew who you were because I wanted you all to myself,” he pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his lips to yours as he moans out from the pleasure, “But you? You just wanted to be popular.”

You pulled your wrists from his hands and tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing him down to you to connect your lips together and wrapping your legs over his hips, “I only care about you right now, Seongie. Who cares about being popular.”

Your words had his heart doing flips. He finally got to you after so long. He smiled and looked back at Heeseung, feeling even more excited knowing Heeseung was still very much watching. It only pushed Jay to fuck into you faster. Harder. To kiss you harder. To bite your lip and pull and squeeze your hips harder to force you to arch your back at his every touch and pull. He loved knowing that another man was getting hard just by watching him fuck you. Loved seeing said man thirst for you knowing he wouldn’t be able to have you.

You belonged to him. Always had. And always would. Because Jay isn’t letting you go after this.

He kissed down your jaw and to your neck, “I’m fixing to cum, my love,” he whispered, placing opened-mouthed kisses to your skin, feeling the way you clench around him, “And I know you’re at your limit too.”

You nodded, tanging your fingers more into his dark hair and pulling slightly, “I want to cum with you.”

He chuckled, sliding one hand to your thigh and the other cupping your face, “All you had to do was ask,” and he pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as he gave one final thrust and squeezed the plush of your thigh. You both were filled with so much ecstasy as you came together. Breathing in each other's breaths.

Once his head stopped spinning, Jay quickly pulled his jacket from his body and covered your lower halves, “I don’t need Heeseung over there seeing any more than he already has.”

You giggled at him, sitting yourself up on your elbows, “You didn’t seem to care that I was exposed earlier.”

Jay pinched your jaw between his fingers, “Not my fault you wanted to act like such a slut earlier.”

You bit at your lips and gave him pleading eyes. Loving the way he smirked down at you.

“You got your wish though, my love,” he said, pulling out of you and keeping the jacket in place as he pulled his jeans back up over his hips and helped you pull yours up too, “To be popular. Everyone will be talking about us now.”

You pulled at his shirt collar and kissed him tenderly. Never did you ever think your childhood best friend would be in this position with you. To be so in love with you. Deep down you felt the same and didn’t want to admit it to yourself. And it only took you acting on your said wish.

“At least we both will be the talk.”

Jay just chuckles against your lips, “Only come to me when you want a good fuck, ya? You’re mine.”

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berryhobii · 1 day

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Thinking about bf!Mingyu who will totally let you use him however you want, no matter the time of day or the location.

He could be dead tired after a flight and while he’s normally a light sleeper, exhaustion will just lay too heavily on his brain and send him into a deep sleep.

You were happy to have him back home after a few weeks apart, your own idol schedule keeping you busy but when everything calmed down, all you could think about was your precious boyfriend. He had recently returned from a visit with his parents and you were so incredibly happy for him. You know how much he misses them and it warmed your heart to hear about all his stories when he returned. He was practically beaming with happiness.

Your precious baby was just so adorable. You two had spent the entire day lost in your own little world; cooking, cuddling, and talking about everything you haven’t been able to.

He had chatted with you until he eventually fell asleep, the jet lag finally catching up with him and his gentle voice trailing off as he was swept into dreamland by your tender caress and soft lips pressing against his cheeks.

Little did he know, you’ve been slowly losing your mind for the past 15 minutes because of a wet dream that just startled you awake. You were sweating despite the cool AC, your heart pounding, and the heat between your legs too hot to ignore.

You and Mingyu had a really healthy sex life. Well, as healthy as it could get with your conflicting schedules but there was no denying how attracted you two were to each other. You could just look at him for a few seconds and you’d be ready to go at it. It also didn’t help that Mingyu kept slapping your ass whenever he’d walk by you or that he recently returned to his natural hair color which you’ve vocalized multiple times as your favorite. And it really didn’t help that he’s been walking around shirtless the entire day, feeding your eyes with his flat tummy and broad shoulders.

You could barely keep your hands off him today but you also didn’t want to ruin the sweet moment so you held back from jumping his bones.

And now you’re wide awake and silently wishing for relief.

The room was pitch black since that’s how you preferred to sleep so you slapped around your bedside table for your phone, squinting as the light burned your eyes a little.

3:14AM

Neither of you had a schedule tomorrow so you were planning on just spending that time together as well so you wouldn’t be wrong for waking him up, right? And sex would put him back to sleep and help him sleep better, right? You’re pretty sure that’s one of Newton’s Laws and science is science so….

Turning on your bedside lamp to a low light, you rolled over to appreciate your boyfriend who was resting on his back; his fluffy hair splayed out over his pillow, one of his buff arms laying by his head while the other rested on his tummy, and his plump lips opened slightly as he slept.

You almost hated to wake him up.

Almost.

“Gyu…” You whispered, fully expecting him to immediately wake up since he was such a light sleeper. You shouldn’t be surprised though. He always slept like this after a long schedule or plane ride.

You tapped his shoulder lightly, calling his name again. His eyebrows furrowed a little but he still didn’t wake up.

“Mingyu, wake up.” Then with another tap, his face scrunched up before his lashes fluttered; his eyes opened a little but closed again at the light of your lamp.

A soft, hmm?, came from him and your heart could have melted if all the heat in your body wasn’t currently focused in your nether regions.

“I’m sorry I woke you but….”

“What’s wrong, angel?”

Oof, you think you just fell deeper in love with him. Pet names were a secret turn on of yours. Mingyu normally just called you by your name or nickname which was fine but cutesy pet names were your favorite.

Now take that combined with his raspy sleepy voice? It was like a shock right to your cunt.

Swallowing thickly, you said, “I can’t sleep. I need…..you.”

He let out a sleepy sigh and nodded his head, groaning as he stretched out his weary body. He was about to lift up but you stopped him, his skin feeling cool under your hand.

“No no, baby. I’ll do the work.” Accepting his fate, he flopped back down on the bed. You leaned over him, rubbing your nose against his. “Thanks, baby. Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Pressing a few pecks to his lips, your hand trailed down to reach into his pants, gasping when you felt his cock that was halfway hard.

You breathed out a little laugh. “Excited already?”

“Always for you.”

Humming, you kissed him once more before moving down until you were perpendicular to his body, your knees tucked under yourself. He helped you tug his shorts halfway down until they rested at his thighs. Just enough to reveal his hardening cock.

Gripping him lightly, you leaned forward to lick a long stripe up his shaft. You heard him sigh and felt his hand start to rub up and down your back, a comforting touch that made your heart flutter.

Holding him steady, you took his cock into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you could take him all the way down. Mingyu’s cock was bigger than anything you’ve ever had before so you’ve had to work extra hard over the years just to be able to take it. His leg twitched a little, his soothing hand on your back halting for a moment before restarting.

Since you weren’t planning on getting him to cum from head, you decided to go easy and just rile him up enough to get him to full hardness which didn’t take very long at all.

Pulling off of him, you wiped your mouth before rising to wiggle your own shorts off. Neither of you slept in with underwear on which just made this kind of sex 10 times easier.

You climbed on top of him, your knees on either side of his waist. His hands gravitated to your thighs, squeezing the fat there lightly.

“Do you need help?” He asked to which you shook your head.

“I don’t think I’ll last long anyway.” You replied as you leaned forward to press your chest against his. You reached under yourself to grab his cock and lined it up with your dripping heat.

Mingyu groaned at the feeling of you running the head of his cock up and down your wet folds. “How are you this wet already?” He moved his hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks to give you better access.

“I’ve been wanting your cock all day.” You admitted, gasping when the thick head slipped into your tight hole. Mingyu kept you spread open as you slid down his impressive girth, the thickness splitting you open and knocking the air out of you when it was completely inside.

“Shit, hurry up baby.” He cursed, pulling his lip between his teeth as he tried to hold back from fucking up into you. Although you wouldn’t complain if he did.

Adjusting your knees and rising up to lean your hands on either side of his head, you began throwing your ass back on him. Each drag made the curve in his cock rub against your sweet spot, your sopping walls already making noises that was like a direct rush of endorphins to his brain.

His hands gripped you tighter, helping you move against him.

You moaned. “F-fuck, Gyu. Feels so good. Gonna cum.”

One of his arms wrapped around your back to pull you down, the other still keeping you spread as he began snapping his hips up to meet you. Each stroke felt deeper than the last, your tummy burning with need. The feeling of your cunt wrapped around him had woken him up even more, the need to bury himself in your dripping walls overpowering his need for sleep.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your mouth dropped open as he delivered mind numbing strokes, the clap of your ass against his pelvis m loud in the darkness of the room.

“Don’t stop—oh shit! I’m bout to cum!” You babbled, calls of his name and more pleads of him not to stop falling from your lips as hot pleasure courses down your spine.

He holds you close, breath ragged against your throat and a needy whine coming from him as your walls clenched around him incredibly tight.

A few more well placed thrusts and your brain is temporarily short circuiting as an orgasm engulfs that leaves your ears ringing and vision blanking out for a moment. You don’t stop moving your hips against him, your body shuddering as you continue to chase that residual pleasure.

Mingyu was right behind you, forcing your hips down so that he could bury himself all the way to the hilt, moaning your name as he shot hot ropes of his cum into your spasming walls.

Chests heaving, you lifted up a bit to capture his lips in a kiss. He relaxed against the mattress, melting into your affection and exhaustion trying to take him back to dreamland.

“Thank you baby.” You murmured against his lips, his hands running up your shirt to feel your skin.

“Anytime.” He hummed, ready to fall back asleep but he was jolted awake when he felt your walls tighten around him. He hissed as your hips began to move again.

“One more time?”

#seventeen x black reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #mingyu #mingyu smut #kim mingyu x reader #black reader

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reader x hyunjin based on the last skz code where they went camping - he looked so hot working on that tent 😯💨 - , going with the boys since it was all minho idea, reader doesn't like camping but she likes him so, building tension up bc that's hot too, and maybe he could switch places with reader's bff and sneak into their's tent? 🖤

pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader (you didn’t specify so I guessed it was a fem reader since I’ve only written of them for now)

t/w: friends to lovers ; Hyunjin is a flirt ; fluff ; a little suggestive.

w/c: 2.1k

a/n: it was fun to write! And yeah, Hyunjin really looked hot (I mean, he always is). The way he rolled his sleeves up omg, I couldn’t not write this. Hope you like this, anon!

↳ Reader has with the members the same friendship they have with each other.

"I hate this." Jiwoo complains as she drops the bag she was holding to the ground.

"Come on!" You try to cheer her up, "It's nice to be out in nature sometimes!"

She shoots you a glare, "That's easy to say," she says bitterly, "You hate camping more than I— hey!" she exclaims when you nudge her arm with your elbow, silencing her.

"I love camping." You lie loudly, with the boys just a few meters away from you.

"I can't say the same." Changbin comments, slapping his arm to kill a mosquito.

And suddenly, an arm falls around your shoulders. You turn towards the person who has come up next to you and see Hyunjin, unconsciously shrinking under his close presence, "I agree with Y/nie, a bit of fresh air away from the city is nice."

A small smile forms on your lips.

"You say that because you have no intention to help with anything." Chan chimes in, opening one of the bags he carried.

"Clever of you to assume that." Hyunjin responds, smiling.

"That's why Hyunjin will help set up the tent." Minho states, biting back a smile.

"Huh? I don't know how!" Hyunjin complains, taking his arm off your shoulders and moving closer to the older guy.

You regret that the contact was so short, but you maintain your composure and watch him walk away.

"You'll learn." Minho closes the conversation in a tone that allows no reply.

—

“You need to pump it?” Hyunjin asks, looking for the pump to inflate the tent.

You watch him curiously, seeing him search non-stop for a while.

“Did you find it?” Minho asks him, watching in disbelief. There are only 5 bags, how can he not have found it yet?

He starts to approach him, but you are quicker.

“They have accessories here.” Hyunjin says in a pouty, hopeless voice, closing a bag. He turns to continue searching but almost falls to the ground from the jump he makes when you suddenly stand up in front of him, very, perhaps too, close.

You hand him the pump that you found in a few seconds, “You suck at finding things.”

He puts a hand on his heart, opening his mouth and sighing slowly with closed eyes, as if he has just seen a ghost, “You scared me.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour, “Don’t thank me.” You say sarcastically.

He smiles, his front teeth slightly showing behind his slightly parted lips, “Thank you, Y/nie.” He blows you a kiss for show. You are used to this, yet you blush, while he bends down to attach the pump nozzle to the tent opening.

“Do you need help with that too?” you tease, smirking, trying to hide the visible blush coloring your cheeks from yourself, since he can't even see you.

“Huh?!” He stands up and rolls up the sleeves of the baggy t-shirt he’s wearing, showing his muscles, “I don’t need your help, these are enough for me.” He flexes his biceps.

You like them, don’t you? You think he’s cool, right? Hyunjin hopes so.

You chuckle at his words while he gets to work to really show what he’s capable of as you return to Jiwoo, who needs help with setting up your tent.

You don’t even realise you've been distracted watching him the whole time, as his muscles contract with the effort of pushing the pump handle, and soon small drops of sweat start to trickle down them.

Your eyes are fixed on the way his hands roll up the sleeves each time they unroll and on the way he lifts his head and pulls his hair back with one hand when it bothers him too much and prevents him from seeing. It almost seems like he does it on purpose so your eyes never leave him.

But someone's hand rests on your shoulder, waking you up. “He’s really handsome, isn’t he?” Minho smirks and holds back a laugh when you turn to look at him, blushing and trying to stammer out a response, but he stops you right away, “Wipe off all the drool you’ve spilled first.” He chuckles and walks away with your eyes on him, shaking his head slowly, amused.

Just then, you hear the sound of someone falling to the ground, and when you turn, you see Hyunjin sitting from exhaustion. His breathing is heavy, and pained sounds and light groans leave his lips, the heat of the sun making everything worse, while Jisung takes his place to finish inflating.

His friend hands him a black tank top to wear instead of the sweat-soaked shirt he has on, and that's what Hyunjin does.

He takes off the white t-shirt and uses it to wipe off the sweat covering his body. And once again, it seems like he does it to show off so that you watch and can’t take your burning eyes off him, off his body. But deep down, you know it’s not like that, and this thought forces you to immediately look away when his eyes meet yours, amused. It’s a quick contact, it lasts little but says a lot.

And you have to use all the self-control you have in your body not to set your eyes on that tight black fabric that perfectly hugs his body, making his muscles appear more tense and defined.

“That’s better.” he sighs with relief, soon returning to work and starting to add the stakes.

The silence is filled with the sounds of hammers, and you don't notice when he moves away from the group.

When you stand up after finishing setting up the tent, you look around, confused by his absence. “Where's Hyunjin?” you ask Jiwoo, who is taking out lights from a bag to use as decoration.

“He went for a walk over there; there's a river a bit further from here.” She points in a direction with the index finger of her free hand.

“Oh.” you nod in understanding.

Only a few seconds of silence pass before she speaks again, “Go to him, he's alone; I'll take care of decorating the tent.” It's written all over your face, what you want to do. She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes and winks at you instead.

And you don't need to be told twice.

When you arrive at the spot, you search for him with quick, darting glances. “Hyunjin?” you call out before finding him lying on a large rock with his hands on his belly and his eyes closed.

He didn't answer, so you gather that he's sleeping. You slowly approach him, trying not to make any noise, and sit down next to his sleeping body.

You look at his serene face and can almost hear his calm breath and sense the steady beats of his heart.

The place itself is very quiet. It's cozy, isolated from everyone else, and intimate.

You glance around a couple of times with furtive eyes, but you end up realising that you're alone. Then you look at him, his slightly parted inviting plump lips. You bring your face close to his almost instinctively, faces so close that you can feel his warm breath on your own lips, but then you pull away.

What are you trying to do? It's wrong and stupid. If someone saw you, it would be a mess.

And if you had done it, he would have noticed, because he's awake.

Your ears burn, your cheeks flushed with shame and guilt when his eyes open.

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, looking at you with distant irises, wrapped in thoughts, then he sits up, raising his torso.

"I heard you calling me but I didn't feel like answering.” he tries to smile to tease you, but what comes out is more of a grimace. You pretend not to notice though, lying to him as well as to yourself.

"I knew it, that's why I've been sitting in silence." You smirk, trying to push away the shame and alleviate the strange tension that has arisen.

However, the situation changes so quickly. There is still tension between the two of you, but it is different with his hand holding your chin and his thumb slowly, intensely stroking your lower lip. Intense, too, is the look his burning eyes give to your rosy lips.

When your eyes meet, his movements stop, and it’s difficult for you to tell what he is thinking. The eyes are the reflection of the soul, he likes to say, but at the moment his do not reflect much.

And then, he pulls away from you. His gaze, his hand, a moment later are no longer on you.

He stands up, "You had something on your lips." He looks around, normal, apparently enjoying the scenery.

You touch your lips, embarrassed, "Oh."

He looks at you and chuckles softly, sitting back next to you with a now more serene air.

One of his arms rests on your shoulder in a friendly gesture, trying to get as close to you as possible.

"I like this place, it's quiet and relaxing," he says. "I want to paint it."

"Hey lovebirds!" You hear someone say from just a bit further away from you. You immediately recognize it's Jisung's voice, who has joined you. "Get a room."

Hyunjin chuckles, and you try to do the same, but your mind is clouded by the memory of his gesture.

The fact that he didn't stop you when you tried to get closer to his lips, the way he touched yours with his thumb.

These images still flash in your mind while everyone else sleeps. You touch your lips with two fingers almost unconsciously, smiling sadly.

But apparently, you're not the only one lost in thought, as the entrance to the tent is opened and the little lamp in between you and Jiwoo is turned on. The latter gets up and leaves, letting someone else in.

And how could you not recognize that head of dark hair making its way inside, closing the entrance zipper after murmuring a 'thank you' and receiving a nod in response.

"Hyunjin? What are you doing here? It's late." you ask him, but receive no answer.

You receive no answer because instead, his lips crash against yours in a needy gesture.

Your eyes widen at the sudden gesture, but you don't push him away, not even when his lips start moving on yours shortly after. Instead, you reciprocate.

It's desperate. Your movements aren't even in sync, but it's okay. It's perfect like this; you couldn't ask for anything better.

One of his hands rests above your ear, caressing it so delicately that you barely even notice, as if you’re made of porcelain.

You break the kiss with quick breaths and uncontrollable heartbeats, emotions finally laid bare.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." he admits in a whisper, looking into your eyes.

You find the strength to speak, albeit lightly, "Today by the river… I didn't just watch you." You admit, and you can't help the hint of embarrassment you feel in saying those words to him.

"I know, and I hoped so much that you'd do what you were about to do, but you stopped." His smile doesn't falter for a moment. "You didn't have anything on your lip; I just used it as an excuse to touch you. I actually wanted to kiss you, but when I looked into your eyes, I didn't have the courage." He confesses.

"And here you are now." You chuckle.

He huffs a chuckle, "It wouldn't have been like this if you hadn't tried to kiss me first."

“Now I wish I hadn’t stopped earlier today, by the river.” you say, lowering your eyes to his lips and then back to his, licking your own lips. “I’ve always thought you have nice lips and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you, you know?”

“Now you know,” he says happily. “Or do you need to explore a little more?”

You don’t even need to answer; he already knows the response. And once again, your lips are on each other’s, in a kiss that quickly becomes fast and hungry.

Your hands roam over each other’s bodies, fingers tangled in hair, hands gripping cheeks, hips, ending up on thighs.

Your breaths are fast, and the tent heats up. You’re so lost in each other that you don’t realise you’re not being very quiet anymore.

It’s Changbin’s voice that wakes you up and makes you pull away. “Could you guys keep it down a bit?” he shouts from a couple of tents away from yours.

“If you two don’t let me sleep or wake me up at any hour of the night, I’ll put you in the air fryer.” Minho’s voice intervenes right after, annoyed.

You and Hyunjin lock eyes and then laugh silently.

“At least we’ll be put together.”

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader fluff #stray kids x reader fluff #hyunjin fluff #asks ♡#anon ask ♡

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Espresso

Emily engstler x famous singer! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: slight cursing, secret relationship, mother sabrinas new song, emily being whipped wbb masterlist

Summary: Y/n came out with a new song about an unknown lover, Emily wonders who it’s about..

posted: June 6, 2024

Now you’re probably wondering how someone like Y/n L/n a singer who sold out arenas got with someone like Emily Engstler a basketball player who plays in stadiums well let’s tell you.

Y/n always been into women’s sports. She played a little in college but not anything serious. Since the Mystics is her favorite team she tried to go to every game and today there was a game near where she was performing so of course she had to go.

_____

She’s in the Mystics’ colors, sitting courtside and excited to watch the game. When the players came out specifically one player that she never seen before came out. About 6’1 if she had to guess, clad in tattoos and jaw dropping. She asked her friend who was that.

“Oh I think it’s a new player. Emily something.”

Emily something is something else.

_____

It’s halftime the Mystics are up by a few points. They’re showing famous stars at the game and Y/n came, started smiling and waving. When Emily saw her. Her jaw actually dropped. If she knew someone like her was watching she would have been dropping three’s like they come easy to her .

“Engstler close your mouth you’re gonna get flies.” One of her teammates joked.

Y/n L/n is something else.

_____

After the Mystics won Emily never got changed and ready quicker. She saw Y/n about to leave. Ran up to her, introduced herself, made her laugh, and got her number and the rest is history.

_____

Y/n just got the instrumental version of her new song she’s writing she just needs lyrics and she has no idea what to write about.

When she was listening to it Emily walked in and sat down next to her. “Ooo I like this it sounds like summer.”

Y/n nodded. “Yea I’m trying to go for a song of the summer vibe.”

“Well what’s the song about?”

“I don’t know and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you.” Emily scoffed. “Why not?!”

“Because I like it being a surprise for you.” Emily just looked at her. She looked backed and smiled.

“You’re so annoying bro.” Emily says while laughing.

______

Emily and Y/n was cuddling, mindlessly playing with each other’s hair. “You know I think about you all the time.” Y/n perked up. “Really?!”

“Yea every night, sometimes I can’t even sleep.”

“Emily are you serious?!” She was blushing like crazy she’s lucky Emily can’t see her cause it’s dark. “Yea you’re like espresso or something.” Her eyes widened.

She has her lyrics.

______

Y/n’s new song ‘Espresso’ came out today and it had the whole world buzzing.

Everyone wonders who the song is about. People are asking left and right.

______

The team was practicing and someone had the bright idea to play Espresso to tease Emily. Emily heard the beat and already knew it was your new song.

Now she’s thinking bout me every night oh, isn’t that sweet? I guess so

Emily heard your voice and immediately asked to turn it up.

Say you can’t sleep baby I know that’s that me espresso

Her mind went to that one conversation that you guys had that one night and she started smiling like crazy. Teeth on full display.

When she was listening she had her hand over her mouth the whole time. She always gets shocked from your talent but she never expected a whole song written about her.

Too bad your ex don’t do it for ya

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya

Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

I know I Mountain Dew it for ya

When she heard that part she realized why you randomly asked her what her favorite drink was.

You were in the kitchen writing the song and you’re trying to figure out what lyric should come next. You’re known for your clever writing style. So when Emily walked you asked her a question.

“Hey what’s your favorite drink?” Emily just turned around with a confused look on her face. “Why?”

“No reason just curious.”

“Um Mountain Dew again why?”

“Again no reason.”

“Ok….”

She’s literally geeking out right now. The attention to detail is incredible.

That’s that me espresso

Holy Schnitzel

The whole team screamed when they heard that line. They all know that that’s Emily’s favorite food. Again the attention to detail.

Oh, she looks so cute wrapped around my finger

She is indeed wrapped around your finger and she loves it.

She is smiling so hard. She is so proud of you and this song is absolutely incredible.

______

When she came home she saw you on the couch and jumped on you. You screamed. “Emily what the hell?!”

“That’s that me espresso?!” You laughed.

“You liked the song?” She nodded enthusiastically. “My favorite part was the schnitzel.”

Emily proceeded to play the song every day.

An: I LOVEEEEE THIS enjoy this edit I found

#Spotify #my lovers on top #wnba #wnba x reader #emily engstler #emily engstler x reader #sabrina carpenter #espresso #that’s that me espresso

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𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 2!

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College Photography Teacher!Jungkook x Student!Reader

27 year old, stupidly handsome asshole teacher Mr. Jeon has absolutely no human decency, he believes your victim complex is what keeps you from ever achieving anything, letting people use you as a bridge. When something unexpected happens, the ice starts to melt as a foreign word called "empathy" enters his egocentric lense. Maybe he will finally manage to teach you a lesson now, since you keep failing his class.

(Mini series)- Episode two!

Content: Cold, mean, distant, unprofessional Jungkook, hurt, stubborn reader, enemies to lovers, lowkey dramatic, accident happens, mutually beneficial relationship (emotionally), Jk learns a lot from her, Jk is mean but has a soft spot for reader (eventually), 6 year age gap, Reader is from a struggling background, Jk kind of rescues her, happy ending, angst at first, fluff, smut, comedy/crack, bickering, college setting, brief hospital setting

Warnings: swearing, name-calling,mentions of an accident involving a biker, mentions of hospital, mentions of injuries, really mean Jungkook, i promise he gets sweet, mentions of trauma and abuse (non detailed), mental health struggles (semi detailed), arguments

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"You´re early" he grumbles, surprised at the figure stood in the empty classroom. At 8;30 am, 15 minutes before class, it is only natural for the hall to be empty. So it was only you standing there, dressed neatly, seemingly looking put together.

But Jungkook knew better. He didn´t even have to linger his penetrating gaze on the face of yours long to notice the exhaustion painted on your features.

As always, he turns a blind eye.

Everyone gets tired sometimes.

You nod, "I know, kind of did that on purpose" Standing there while opening your bag, you begin setting your books on the table. A rose colored journal slips out, landing perfectly on top of the books needed for his class. You had woken up early today, determined to not come late for a sixth time. Determined to try and keep up that yes, it was just an accident. Nothing more, no conspiracies.

The wind whispers from the open window, slipping in the fresh morning air, waving your hair with it in a swift but gentle swish.

nonetheless, he notices,

"Close the window, it is getting cold" he sits down at his desk, folding down the sleeves of his grey button down that so delicately revealed his strong form.

So you comply, shutting the air outside of the class.

"Thank you" the sound of two very simple, very common words catch you off guard. With a lean on the window behind you, your gaze shifts to the tall teacher propped up on his desk. Your mouth opens slightly to formulate a response but, cannot seem to gather what to say. Although in every other situation, it´s simple. You´re welcome.

"Calm down, I just thanked you. My god if you´re gonna react like this to every time i comply to that stupid deal of ours I´m gonna be sick" his arms cross in front of his chest, annoyed. Of course.

"I won´t, don´t flatter yourself" you shake your head slightly, moving to sit down at your desk. Certainly the conversation had been closed now. At this point, you did not expect him to engage in your bickering, soon the room would be filled with students.

However, you find out you were wrong,

"How are the injuries. Never asked about that" he´s not even looking at you when muttering a question you weren´t even sure was genuine. His eyes examining the laptop in front of him, much more engaged in the importance of his own tasks.

But Jungkook was not one to speak for filling a room simply to escape silence.

The urge to make fun of him for showing concern is lingering at the tip of your tongue, nevertheless, you bite down.

"Fine. Medium grade contusion on my right hip and lots of nasty bruises" you allow your eyes to wander along his features, letting yourself smile just a bit, hoping he would grand you a look.

"Good. Heal up quickly, you really aren´t in dire need for more absences after all"

His eyes leave the screen momentarily, glancing at you from behind his large squared glasses.

"Trying to. Thanks" your eyes meet for the split of a second before he returns to his priorities.

Just as the next student walks in.

"Good morning mr Jeon" he greets, receiving a nod from Jungkook in return.

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"When is this gonna end", you mumble to yourself as you turn yet another page of given material. Yawning and stretching your arms up, you glance at the small numbers on the bottom right of your laptop that has been opened in front of you for what must have been 6 hours now.

9:45 pm already?

The schools library is most quiet at this time. The deafening, still comforting silence only breaks when the crashing of ice inside your drink or hushed words from your monologues make their way into the large study.

Most likely because the college library is already closed and you weren´t supposed to be here either. It´s not like you have ever been caught or are disturbing someone. Even the cleaning staff have become familiar with the long hours you spend sitting put at one of many desks inside the library. Admirable, they call it. In reality, this is as usual as it can get for you.

Only this time, things are different. You will be here the entire night, not just because you forgot how quickly time passes and suddenly the small rays of the morning sun kiss your hands,

It is out of necessity. For possibly the following nights as well. Until you find a new shelter that is willing to take in a runaway college student.

For a couple seconds you wonder how long it will take to find a one bedroom apartment you can afford with the below minimum wage tutoring job of yours. Working part time is impossible since ambitious, home having first year you decided to pack every possible class you could take right in your schedule.

One of the many things you regret.

A set of loud footsteps sound closer than the cleaning personal has ever been, ripping you right out the dream of a small, well decorated apartment. Mentally you groan, wondering if the day you had to be caught, really needed to be the day you would otherwise have to sleep on a park bench.

When the darkly colored wooden doors open to reveal who is roaming the hallways at a time you should be getting ready for bed, you simply can not believe your luck.

"Y/n?" the stern voice can never be mistaken for someone else, his eyes widening as he steps inside to approach your desk.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" obviously rhetorical he asks, swiftly pulling out the chair to your left and sitting down on it casually.

"I need to study. I´m not doing something wrong i swear, even the staff is fine with it, I just have so much work to do" in an attempt to rescue your chance at a warm sleep, you hurriedly let out every explanations that come to mind.

His eyes look down to your face when he slightly tilts his head back, his hand is now carefully placed on the table, tapping it rhythmically with his long and artful fingers.

I´m doomed.

"Interesting. Try doing that work when the library isn´t closed. Get up, you´re breaking the rules" the same hand that was tapping away motions upward to signal you; no really, get the fuck up.

Like the troublemaker you are, you stay put on your chair

"I can´t, I gotta get this done"

A familiar scoff escapes his lips "You cant be serious. I wasn´t asking. I said get up idiot"

"Jungkook please I really can´t" you plea with him pathetically. The way you must sound or look to him right now is far from your concern, what matters is the need to convince him.

His frustration is painted on his face so visibly you would be able to spot it from a mile away. Instead of you, he gets up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Your eyebrows meet to express your utter confusion,

"What are you doing"

Jungkook´s eyes move over to yours, deadpanned as if you asked him the color of the sky, he looks at you.

"Calling the cops obviously. You´re Trespassing"

Your head shakes quickly as you repeat the words no,no,no,no,no while standing up and trying to get him to stop dialing. He takes a step back and groans, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Finally, leave now. I´ll come with you to make sure you actually leave and don´t try break in again"

"You're so annoying, model citizen over here"

"Thanks. You too" he grants you a fake smile before rolling his eyes so far back he would sure be able to see his brain.

You sigh, aware that any protest is useless or you might end up sleeping at the police station.

Gathering your things and already listing the possible parks and convenience stores you would need to pass time, sleep and study at in your head. Accepting the upcoming hardship you remember his words

Cruel world

A breathy laugh escapes your mouth at the memory.

"I can´t believe you were about to call the damn police on me" you turn to him while walking behind him and out the university. It´s pitch dark outside and you can barely make out any street signs.

"Well i believe in following the law. What way do you need to go?" his movements stop when he asked you that, waiting for a reply so he could make sure you were walking off in the right direction.

But, he was met with silence. You had no idea where to go and the freezing air combined with scarily dark surroundings had just made you register your situation. Where were you going to go?

Annoyed at the non response, he turns to look at you, expecting a pissed off stare or a blank look. He did not await you to look down with a frown of worry. Your head cocks slightly to the side, muttering "I don´t know yet"

Obviously, he doesn´t understand your reply. What could you possibly mean when saying you didn´t know where you lived.

That is until he remembered you living in a shelter.

She must be new there and had forgotten the address, careless as always.

"The hell am I supposed to get from that? Forgot your own goddamn address?" his hand rubs along his forehead, the tension between the both of you is as thick as the air around. Contradictory from his actions, his voice quiets down just a bit.

You decide to stay silent once more, debating if it would be worth telling him what is really going on. After the hospital situation you should be, you should be honest and try to let the deal actually work. Truth be told, the fear of being let down and belittled is much stronger at the moment.

Before you can open up your mouth to whip up a shitty excuse, he speaks again.

"Y/n, is there somewhere you can go?"

Jungkook could swear his heart drops to his stomach when he lets out these words, awaiting your reply patiently.

The question suffocates you, caught red handed you shake your head no, looking up to meet his concerned eyes. It was no use lying to him, he would be checking the library each and everyday, that would mean that you really had to spend multiple nights outside.

He lets out a sigh, placing both his hands on his hips.

"Why the fuck didn´t you tell me?"

"Seriously? I thought you were not gonna believe me and end up actually calling the cops, no thank you" your voice sounding almost unfamiliar after not speaking for a while.

"Sound like me can't even lie. Let's get back inside then" Jungkook says without waiting for your opinion, simply strutting back into the library. You can´t help but grin slightly at his abrubt nature. He goes back to sitting down at the very desk you were forced to leave 25 minutes ago.

"You´re gonna let me stay here?" the hopeful question makes his head shoot up from looking at the floor as he chuckles.

"No you smartass, that´s still illegal, and I´m still a law-abiding citizen. I´ll call around shelters and hotels with you, i guess"

Thanking whatever power rules this world at the tiniest amount of help you can get from Jungkook, you smile,

Meanwhile he is internally cussing himself out for being nice too quickly

"Thank you, seriously, didn´t think you would actually try and hold up your word"

"Didn´t you say you would not have this embarrassing reaction every time? Shut up before I change my mind" his eyes roll back to signal that he meant every word he said. Yours do too, to signal him that he is still an asshole.

His phone as well as yours end up getting taken out, spending the first fifteen minutes calling help centers and looking for cheap hotels

Unsuccessful at attempting to find an opening, you tell him that was expected since you were on basically every single waiting list you could register to.

"So help centers and shelters are off the list. Then let´s find you a decent hotel or something" he yawns, the inevitable need for sleep reaching him as the night deepens. You feel sorry for bounding him into your own personal mess, although it isn´t really your fault. He´s the one so addiment on not letting you stay at the library.

"Absolutely not. I really cannot afford that, I don´t even know for how long I would have to stay there, it´s too uncertain" your head meets the palm of your hand, closing your eyes while sighing at this stupidly vulnerable situation.

It must be past 11 pm already.

"I´ll lend you some money, just pay be back eventually"

"Fuck no" you laugh "That might take me years, and I´m far from comfortable with owing money"

Jungkook knows he can´t force you to, still provocatively he asks,

"What are your options then ?"

You open your mouth in disbelief, the obvious option being the room you are having the conversation in, "Just let me stay at the goddamn library, it´s safe and I don´t need to pay"

"It´s against the law and it is for more than one night" he remains sternly on his arguments

"Who gives a fuck about the law , will you seriously do anything to make me sleep on the streets Jungkook"

Your voice turns into somewhat of a yell, spitting out the frustration you feel towards this childish behaviour. Both of you are tired out of this hassle and want nothing more than to get some rest and peace of mind.

His eyes stay glaring, while his voice turns bitter, "You´re so stubborn, all that I´ve been trying to do is help you not sleep on a fucking bench you idiot. My god get that through the thick skull of yours. You think I´m gonna sleep well knowing one of my students, injured student at that, is spending the night on the streets?"

In all honesty, you knew he was correct. No one would sleep well knowing an acquaintance is in a dangerous spot and yeah, he had spend the past fourty minutes in your vicinity, the past 20 minutes trying to help and figure you out.

The night moves another ten minutes in silence, branches hitting the broad windows that are framing the lecture hall as the sighs of sleep deprivation and sorrow leave his lips.

You were begining to wonder how this would play out, assuming he would just sit there with you in silence until the sun came up.

But what then?

The guilt of keeping him entangled in your mess only continues to feed itself with each wordless minute that passes, you decide to tell him to go home, you would just figure it out yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had thought up something of his own,

"Stay at my apartment then. I have a guest room. We´ll get you something tomorrow and never speak about this again"

Nothing could have prepared you from the sentence that just left his lips. What is even worse about this, is how carelessly he said it, like a passing comment. Even when he basically suggested something comparable to running to the end of the rainbow for a goldpot.

"WHAT" you can´t help it, it just comes shooting out at the complete buffoonery of this situation, that somehow keeps happening with him.

He chuckled briefly at your outburst before combing through his raven hair, his eyes never changing from the standard glare

"Look, it´s fucking close to midnight, I need sleep and you need somewhere to sleep so I will be able to actually go to sleep"

His explanation is as self centered as you had awaited it to be,that does not take away from the fact that your teacher asked you to stay the night as his place.

"I- I can´t believe you would rather i sleep in your apartment than the library. No thank you, I´m taking the bench" your head shakes violently as your face turns from surprise to cringing at the idea.

There is no way in hell you would spend the night at your teachers house

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Okay, maybe i lied.

"Turn off the damn radio and- god fasten your seatbelt for fucks sake" Jungkook groans over to you in the passenger seat of his car.

It feels like a parade of clowns are banging on your door by the second you sat down into the black hyundai. Laughing at you like you were the circus performer, not them.

Somehow, he had managed to persuade you into taking up his offer. It is only for a couple hours after all, only to pass the night. So now, he´s bitching to you about something from the drivers seat, 8 minutes past midnight.

Ridiculous, so fucking annoying already. He thinks while reaching over your torso to loosen the seatbelt that is stuck behind the carseat.

Your breath hitches at his closeness, his arm grazing over yours for a millisecond when he reaches over.

Too close.

So close you can smell the cotton scented shampoo he uses, so close you could count the moles on his arms.

You haven´t spoken a word to him since agreeing on his offer and you don´t plan to. Originally, to lessen the awkwardness of everything, now, unsure if that made everything even more awkward.

Even your attempt to lighten the mood with the radio playing got rudely rejected by him.

What a long night it has been.

The drive is short, twelve minutes void of conversation and barely lit streets. Jungkook´s eyes don´t avert the road once, his stare never creeps it´s way over to check if you were still breathing. Given by the quiet as a mouse attitude of yours, it would certainly be a possibility.

Apart from the engine rumbling and the tires rolling on the concrete roads, you noticed his habit to hum whenever the traffic lights would turn green. He also only uses his right arm to drive, keeping his left pressed flat on his thigh.

Endearing, kind of.

Once parked in front of a small apartment complex, he gets out with you and your trusty backpack following right behind. The car locks as he enters the complex, then the elevator.

"Did you loose your voice or are you purposefully getting on my nerves" his tired speech cuts through the thick air,

finally

"Just don´t really know what to say. This is all so strange" you reply, trying to sound non-chalant when the hammering of your nervous heartbeat is so far up your throat, you might actually be sick.

"it is" he says, stepping outside of the elevator and rustling his keys to unlock the door, as if it is not his fault you guys ended up like this.

When the door opens, you are greeted with a white, dimly lit hallway. He takes off his shoes first before you repeat the action and walks into, what you would assume, the livingroom. The apartment is far from the cold and empty modernity you had expected. It´s quite cozy, small but filled with photography and paintings. The apartment generally smells just like him, cotton, a hint of wood and leather.

There are four doors around, one that is open clearly leading to the kitchen, two that are across from each other and one at the very back.

"Sit down on the couch, don´t stand there so awkwardly"

His suggestion is once again, more of a demand that you, as usual, comply to. Jungkook doesn´t try to show you around, skipping all the weird hosting formalities, except for one.

He sits down next to you, keeping a comfortable distance between both of your bodies

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Water would be good, yeah" the reply sounds painfully forced in an effort to keep the small talk and get to sleep as soon as possible.

The thought of having to face him the next morning made you want to rip your hair out, to try and distract yourself you look around the open space, taking in the beautiful pictures hung up around.

Once he sets the glass of water down you accept it gladly, drinking from it in another attempt to conceal the uncomfortable situation.

"Did you take these?" curiously you point to a collage above the coffetable in the corner of the room. It´s a collection of damp flowers and pretty fields, the color scheme is white and lavender.

It suits him, you think

"Mhm, took em´ four years ago" his voice echos through the walls of his home, following your stare directed at the collage.

"So photography can be pretty, maybe I´m really just talentless" you scoff, remembering the awful portfolio you handed him in.

"Yes, to both of those"

The comment seems to have softened the mood a little bit, you can physically feel your shoulders release tension.

"Jungkook?" now it is his turn to look at you, trying to guess what would follow the sound of his name out of your mouth. He can´t help but jump a bit every time it rolls off of your tongue, natural but uncomfortable at once.

"yeah?", he says

"i know you hate this but I really can not, well, not say this. Thank you for your effort. You may be an asshole but you definitely are a man of your word. You wasted way too much time and concern and fuck, even let me stay here. I owe you something" once your rant is finished, you laugh before searching his face for the scoff you usually see presented there, regardless of the situation.

Only to find it gone,

It has been replaced by a soft smile, something so foreign on his face, it made you feel a spark of joy.

"I guess that was pretty nice of me. You definitely owe me some shit. I´ll get you the sheets yeah? we need to get some rest" Without really acknowledging what you had told him, he brushes past the attempt of a heartfelt conversation. To you, he didn´t have to say anything, the smile was enough to signal,

You´re welcome.

Now you stood there, sheets in hand, trying not to look at your teacher in his guest bedroom.

While putting the sheets on the bed, he stays leaning against the doorframe, watching you blankly

"Mind if i ask, you know, what happend?"

It hadn´t occurred to you before that you never actually spoke the words i got kicked out of the shelter

"With things like shelters, women with children have, righteously so, priority over runaway college kids. That´s all" , you explain,your eyes fixated on the task before you, finally finishing it up, the satisfaction of sleep inching way closer that it is now basically in reach.

He hums in response, making you look at him, leaned against his doorframe, full glory in grey sweats and a black shirt, hair laying messily over his glasses

When did he get changed?

"So. about tomorrow then, I´m guessing you won´t be able to find something so fast" tainted by exhaustion his voice tries it´s best to sound stern, nevertheless, a yawn escaping his lips makes him feel much less distant than usual.

Maybe it's just the fact that you're in his house, but that is besids the point.

"Yeah sherlock that is why i kept trying to tell you to just let me sleep at the damn library" you roll your eyes, this is the fifth time you tried explaining that to Jungkook. As a teacher, you expected him to be a little faster than that.

"Oh my god this again? I´ll kick you out if you protest one more damn time. You can just fucking stay here until a shelter calls you back, Why are you so attached to that library"

The last part arrives to your ear fuzzily as he had already shut the door of the guest bedroom, leaving you to think for yourself with what he had just uttred

Slipped secretly between his cussing he offered you to live with him temporarily. Just like that, blatant, sudden, plain. The words ring in your head, over and over again.

You can just fucking stay here

Like it´s no big deal

Whatever

You would deal with it tomorrow, it was just a comment. Sleep is far more necessary, begging you to finally rest for the remaining couple hours of the night. Too exhausted to continue thinking,

"Good night to you as well" you yell, opening the door just a bit for him to hear, earning a groan in response.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook bts #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkook fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #redcherrykook

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xoxoxkisses · 2 days

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Golden Leaves

Warnings: None

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You and Muichiro were walking through the forest after a long training session. You both decided it was a nice enough fall day to rest outside the estate. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, and the breeze outside felt nice.

The two of you found a field surrounded by trees. You decided to sit under a ginkgo tree. The leaves were turning a beautiful yellow color and were falling slowly around you. Muichiro came and sat down beside you and closed his eyes. You were cloud watching while he took a short nap.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a weight on your legs. You looked down and saw that Muichiro had fallen onto your lap. You were taken slightly aback, Muichiro never slept this hard. Too scared to wake him, you remained still and slowly drifted into your own nap. Once you woke up the sun was slowly setting and Muichiro was no longer on your lap, you were on his. You shot up and looked at him. The face he made had shown he was a little surprised by your reaction.

You scooted back to your own area and tried to take your mind off of it. He was just being nice you thought. You reached up to fix your hair when you felt something in your hair, a yellow ginkgo leaf. You thought one fell in your hair, but you kept picking more out. “Oh, you noticed the leaves.”

You turned towards Muichiro confused. “What do you mean?” You asked tilting your head. He just stared at you with his normal black stare.

“I thought you looked really peaceful, so I wanted to see how many leaves I could put in your hair before you woke up.”

You felt a blush immediately come over your face. That surely wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. You stared at him for what felt like forever, but just then a small squirrel jumped on the branch right over Muichiro and a bunch of leaves fell on him. You broke out into a huge laughter while Muichiro mumbled something.

You laughed for what felt like forever. Once you stopped you noticed Muichiro wasn’t there anymore, looking everywhere you all a sudden felt the weight of the leaves crash onto you. That’s when you looked up and saw Muichiro hanging from the tree, with the same laughter you had when the same thing happened to him. You couldn’t even be mad, you laughed along with him. After a while the two of you headed back to his estate, each with a small golden leaf in your hair.

#kny muichiro #demon slayer #demon slayer muichiro #demon slayer x reader #muichiro fluff #muichiro tokito #muichiro x reader #tokitō muichirō #kny x reader #viralpost

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mamashenanigans · 2 days

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Soooo

I haven’t really seen anyone talk about this before, so here I go again…

What do yall think All for One was thinking when he awoke from being revived by Garaki after his fateful battle with All Might?

When he gained consciousness, he would have realized he no longer had eyes or a nose; choking from the tracheotomy tube, feeling the immeasurable pain regardless of how much medication his doctor was feeding him.

After awaking from death, would he have called out to Yoichi? The only person that matters to him in any shape or form? Garaki immensely confused at the yelling of “first gift”?

Here’s what was supposed to be a drabble, but ended up being 1400 words. Enjoy.

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Darkness.

Pitch black, all encompassing.

One minute there was nothing and now…

Still nothing, but he was aware.

Aware of how stifling it was. Specks of memories brought back flickering images of alleyways and the hunts at dusk. He was never alone then.

He was alone now.

Was he walking? He wasn’t sure. Too hard to know if he was moving or stagnant in this void.

Then he heard it.

First, barely audible, almost like a hum. But the sound increased steadily until he realized exactly where he had heard such a melody before.

Yoichi.

It was his giggles from so long ago. A short blip in time during their youth when his little brother could still find magic and awe all around their bleak existence. Sometimes it was a colorful butterfly that had fluttered into their alleyway, finding the pile of various flowers his small twin would pick when they dared to venture closer to the woods outside the dilapidated city.

He never had time to stop and enjoy the scenery as his brother did. His eyes were always in motion, checking for danger around every corner, wondering if one of the mean men in uniforms would come for them because they were different.

Yoichi knew this too, but it didn’t seem to bother him as much as it did his brother. He would happily present his scavenged flowers to his older twin and ask which one he liked. None ever caught his eye. There weren’t many flowers in his favorite color: green.

Like Yoichi’s eyes.

”Yoichi?” He whispered into the dark.

No acknowledgement. Only continued giggles.

“Yoichi! Where are you?! Why aren’t you answering me? I demand you answer me now!” He yelled now. Somehow, there was an echo. It bounced around, joining the mirthful laughter.

There.

Almost imperceptible and far from where he was standing, if he even was at all, there was a green flicker dancing in the distance.

He suddenly felt the hard, dank pavement under his bare feet as he ran. He outstretched his hand towards the light. The only light. The only thing in this terrible place.

Always the only thing in any terrible place.

”Yoichi!”

He almost faltered at the sound of his voice. Immature and frightened. That’s when he noticed his hand, no longer large and calloused, but the size of a small child’s.

As he got closer, the light coalesced into the shape of his precious gift. His Yoichi. He was small (he’s always been small compared to him) and it became clearer as he gained ground that Yoichi was young too. The age when he would bring a bouquet to his brother, those large, green eyes looking up at him without fear or disgust.

“Yoichi! Come here!” He was screaming now. If it wasn’t for the oppressive blackness around him, he would have scoffed at his pitch, but Yoichi was the only light here.

Soon, he was almost on top of his brother, able to make out that Yoichi was facing away, his back turned towards him, but the sweet sound of his innocent laughter continued.

“Look at me! I demand you look at me! Turn around! LOOK AT ME!”

He was almost there. He would grab Yoichi and turn him if he had to! His little brother was his!

(God, how he missed him.)

Then it happened. His little brother’s head moved to look behind him, his hair swishing with the motion, just barely blocking his eyes—

“Yoichi!”

Pain.

Unbelievable pain.

A cacophony of beeps and alarms sounded all around him. Hard plastic dug into the skin around his mouth. He went to open his eyes, but there was nothing, not even the feel of his eyelids trying to make the motion. Then he tried to breathe through his nose, but no air flowed into his nostrils.

The sound of his choking joined the unceasing onslaught of what he realized was medical machinery. There was something jutting into his neck, he could feel that much, and his body was trying to adjust to whatever was providing him oxygen.

Pin pricks on his arms indicated IV lines, but he didn’t care. He attempted to lift his hands to check what had changed with his head, but found that his wrists were tied to metal.

As embarrassing as it was for a man like him, the Symbol of Fear, he felt his own terror start to overtake him. A knee jerk reaction from the primitive part of his brain desperate to escape.

“My lord! Please, calm down. It is I, Dr. Garaki! I need you to calm down!”

Garaki. His personal doctor and most loyal of his subordinates.

He tried to answer, but choked once more, his voice caught in a confusion brought on by whatever was anchored to his neck. A tracheotomy. That had to be it.

“Don’t over exert yourself, All for One! You have…have been brought back. I brought you back! Settle down and you will find it easier to talk. I apologize for the straps, my lord, but they were necessary for when you awoke, as I’m sure you can understand. Here. I’ll remove them now that you’re awake.”

The great All for One, reduced to a fidgeting mess. In pain and unable to even open his eyes.

“Wha…what is…going on?” He barely got out.

“Your fight with All Might, sir. You did give him quite the blow, but he…hit your head with one of his signature ‘smashes’. You…died. But it was I that brought you back to the living! I used every last resource, my knowledge, and the technology I’ve produced to rebuild your head! As you’ve stated, the Demon Lord is forever and I made that a reality!”

Perhaps his doctor was expecting a heartfelt thank you. Maybe even more questions. Did he still have eyes? A nose? How bad was it really?

Instead, he…

”Yoichi?”

”Um, sir?”

”Where…where is…”

He lifted his hand, stretching his arm out in front of him, reaching…

”Yoichi. He was…there.”

”I, uh, sir? A first gift? I’m sorry. I don’t understand…” Garaki’s confusion was palpable and he knew his own words were irrational. There was no way…his mind. Lord, the headache he was now acutely aware of. Memories danced around him, voices and smells, he couldn’t think straight!

”Bring me his hand. My bedroom. Nightstand. Next to…”

”Hand? Sir?” Garaki had to know what he was talking about. There definitely were a few instances when the doctor had walked into his office, the hand held dearly near his lord’s face as he traced the creases and felt the fingerprints with his finger. Sometimes, he would open his little brother’s hand enough that he could place it on his face, pretending that Yoichi was actually there, touching him.

Loving him.

Like he did when they were little. When his twin still looked at him with that sparkle in his eyes. That sparkle had dimmed then finally extinguished after he killed The Glowing Baby.

“Wait. Yes, I recall you mentioning something about a hand years ago! It was after All Might found your base in Kanto. You were quite irate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so angry before.”

The base. Running. His beloved coat. Lost. In its pocket…

“Yoichi,” he whispered now. He dropped his arm back down to the bed and his thoughts finally connected like a thousand piece puzzle finally done.

All Might.

His plan.

The vessel scheme had been put in motion 15 years ago when he had located Nana’s discarded son. A plan he had been concocting at least a decade before Tenko Shimura’s birth, but the choice in who would be his new body cemented after All Might caused him to lose the only physical thing that remained of his twin.

The hand had been an anchor. A tangible piece of Yoichi that reminded him why he continued his obsession with One for All. When he held it with reverence, he could clearly see his little brother’s face in his mind’s eye. He always worried about forgetting it.

Once he had lost that hand, his memories started to deteriorate. The most important visage started to blur, like someone had smeared the freshly brushed paint of a priceless portrait.

If Yoichi had turned towards him, in that dark place, would…

Would he have seen his face?

Or would it have been only his eyes? Those green eyes.

Or…would he have disappeared? That light that illuminated the darkness, his first gift. Snuffed out. Destroyed.

Just like the hand.

#all for one #afo #yoichi shigaraki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha afo #bnha yoichi #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha spoilers #Yoichi’s hand #kyudai garaki #doctor garaki #all might #mha drabbles #bnha drabble #my writing

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shazdemon · 3 days

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How Harry meets Tom....

It is a tiny person, the first glance reveals. A firstie? Amusement overtakes curiosity. Ofcourse. A curious litte baby snake, from the color on his robes. Well, this will be easy enough. He continues forward.

The dark brown that meets his green knocks the breath out of his chest. He is unprepared, wholly, completely, utterly lost for what's in front of him.

Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort.

His lungs cannot pull in enough air, his magic tightening up into a pulsing core, static crackling for one second between his fingers. He pulls them into a tight fist and calls forth every Occlumency practice he has ever had the displeasure of experiencing, an attempt to quell the rising tides of now unfamiliar emotion crashing like waves through him.

Tom fucking Riddle. The firstie encroaching into his private library table.

Lord Voldemort. His what? Future study buddy? He almost laughs out loud at the absurd thought.

Dark eyes have never let go of his own yet. He forces in a steady yet deep breath, trying to replenish the lack of oxygen since his body apparently forgot how to breathe for the last ten? fifteen? seconds.

And Tom Riddle still looks at him, stares, he has not blinked once.

"Hello, I am Harry Potter. Regular occupant of this table for the last four years, hopeful occupant for the next three. And you?"

Vs how Tom meets Harry

It had been maybe an hour before he was interrupted and for a second he is outraged as his newfound secret hideaway is disturbed.

He looks up and the outrage mellows to curiosity at the look in the others eyes. Eyes that seem to widen as if in recognition.

How is that possible?

Palpable shock and surprise evident in that sharp, handsome face.

As if he knows Tom, this stranger he has never seen before, as if he has suddenly run into a familar face in an unexpected place. As if seeing Tom is so surprising that he can't breathe, he hasn't taken his eyes off of Tom's for even a second, or even blinked really.

And then Tom's eyes follow as the surprise clears from his face, giving way to acceptance, and his words surprise and shock Tom in turn.

He had been expecting to have to introduce himself, expecting the boy to rudely demand an introduction such as they had, as he had, on the train, and then, he had been expecting to be dismissed, —with an insult that Tom is unfortunately growing ever more familiar with now.

It is because of this foolish assumption that Tom is totally off guard by the words that fall out the other boys mouth.

Both were equally entertaining to imagine and translate to words ❤️❤️

(For the whole fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/55248685)

#tomarry #tomarry fic #excerpts #tom riddle #tomarrymort #harry potter #harrymort #voldemort #voldetom #let me go hold me close

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velvetvexations · 3 hours

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a little late but as someone who was also hesitant on accepting talking about transandrophobia myself due to always being surrounded by rhetoric from first-wave baeddels and other radfem ideas when i was figuring things out and being afraid of doing the Wrong Thing, how i both started coming around to accepting that and started shaking off the last of the gender essentialist ideas i had internalized was just. really thinking about what men of color (both trans and cis) had to say about their experiences. like, how can women be the Victim Class Most Oppressed No Matter What when white women obviously have and often actively weaponize an enormous amount of societal power over men of color? that's what really got the gears turning for me i think, about it really being how the interaction of the component parts of one's identity tend to matter more than how they would be treated in isolation, and intersectionality is really meant to be about that and not about "this person is the Most Oppressed because their identity gives them the most Oppression Points". it honestly makes me laugh when people post about the concept of transandrophobia being a "white thing" because that's absolutely not who influenced my thoughts here lmao

Not late at all, I appreciate you weighing in!

#transandro phobia

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beomiracles · 21 hours

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「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part X — the past, present & future

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong.

pairings timetraveler beomgyu x princess female!reader warnings slightly angsty..? suggestive, handjob heh, nothing too explicit though because it's pretty princess !

#serene adds ✎... so um! it's almost 2am this is in noway proofread...but I still like this, it's more centred around emotions this time around, we're nearing the end of this series though which feels weird.. I recommend you guys to listen to soft/angsty music for this one :3 ↳ chapter index

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The next weeks blew past in a most hasty manner. Beomgyu quickly adapted to the routines of a young prince and your father seemed eager for him to extend his stay at the palace. You knew where the King’s hopes laid, the hopes to see his only heir wedded. How could you break it to him that such a thing would never be possible.

As time passed, you too, found it hard to imagine a future without Beomgyu. From the glances you exchanged in the dining hall, to the quick kisses when the hallways were empty, not to mention the nights you spent in each other’s embraces. You knew that you were getting too attached, that what you were feeling for him was beyond dangerous.

Perhaps it was why you slowly started distancing yourself, practicing to be away from him, if you will. Your usual excuse would be some sort of royal duties, but in reality you spent your days cooped up in the large library. Engrossed in whatever book made you forget about him, if only for a moment.

You knew that your cover would someday be blown, you just hadn’t expected for it to be today. The book currently in your hand is ripped from your grasp and before you have time to react, Beomgyu presses his lips against your own. Tossing the book on the floor behind him, he wraps an arm around your waist as the other one cups your face.

The kiss is sweet, and not like those passionate ones you had shared the night before — before you had crept out of bed as the sun rose and scurried to your own chamber. No matter how hard you tried to forget, to bury your feelings, all that it took was a simple kiss to have them all resurfacing again.

Your hands push at his chest and Beomgyu leans back to gaze at you with that adorable grin of his. You give his shoulder a light slap, “what if someone saw us?” you shriek. He chuckles, “princess, you’re the only one willingly spending time in here on a sunny day like this.” Quickly casting a glance around, you find that he is right, as usual. “Well I happen to like reading”, you scoff as you reach for your book once more.

Beomgyu’s hand clasps around your wrist, halting your movements. “Is that why you left so early this morning?” He asks as he leans in closer once more, eyes drifting down to your lips before snapping back up again. A faint blush covers your cheeks as you clear your throat, “I um…had some stuff to take care of.” You knew that you were an awful liar, and you knew that he knew it too.

“Really?” he says, cocking an eyebrow, “in my world we call that, regret.” Your eyes widen, “what no– I, that’s not…” — “relax, princess, I’m just teasin’ you”, he grins. Your brows draw into a small frown as you let out a huff of air, “your form of teasing differs far from mine.” Beomgyu’s grin widens, “is that so?” he muses, “then what form of teasing are you into?”

His question suddenly sounded very suggestive and you felt the color on your already flushed face intensify. “I well…” you sheepishly begin, avoiding his gaze as your eyes scanned across the bookshelves. “Well?” he pushes, a mischievous glint flashing across his face. “I– certainly not the kind of teasing you’re thinking of.” You huff as you turn your attention entirely to the window. “What kind of teasing am I thinking of?” he then questions to which you give him a small side glance, “you ought to know that yourself”, you mutter.

“What if I don’t?” His lips now inches from yours, you can feel his warm breath across your already burning face. “I’m done with this conversation now”, you state, leaning back as much as your chair would allow. “Good”, he murmurs, “me too.”

His lips are back on yours within a heartbeat and suddenly you forget why you were even trying to avoid him. Hands roaming each other's bodies like you hadn’t spent the past weeks doing just that. Every kiss felt like your first, and you couldn’t bring yourself to think that one day you would have your last.

You didn’t know if Beomgyu felt that way too — perhaps this whole thing hadn’t affected him the way it did you. Frankly, you were too scared to ask, because if he did feel the same, it would make it all the more real. It was then, in that very moment, that you realized how silly it all was. Why should you avoid him when your heart is bound to be broken either way? Why not make the most of every moment with him.

You therefore decided to teach Beomgyu all the aspects of your world. Now that he no longer had to be cooped up in your bedchambers all day, there was so much to explore, so much to see and to learn.

“I don’t know about this, princess”, Beomgyu’s voice sounds wary as he eyes the horse before him, the reins lay gingerly in his open palm. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you give his horse a few pats, “you liked Apples, didn’t you?” His gaze flickers between you and the large animal, “yeah, from the ground.”

You roll your eyes, “horse riding is something all princes and princesses must learn at some point during their upbringing. It is our main source of transportation.” Beomgyu scoffs, “that doesn’t mean that I have to learn. Trust me princess, once you experience the luxury of a smooth running car, you wouldn’t even think twice about getting on this…thing.”

“Your imaginary car has no meaning here”, you mutter as you take the reins from his hand, “if you do not wish to ride then I shall go on my own.” Beomgyu’s expression turns from jeering to confusion as he watches you walk off with both horses. You made it about five paces before he called out for you, “alright…fucking hell, fine.”

Turns out that getting him on the horse might’ve just been more difficult than convincing him. “Put your foot in the stirrup”, you instruct as you hold onto it for him. He does as he’s told, with a slight struggle, before turning to you expectantly. “Then you have to gain momentum by bouncing on your other foot before swinging yourself up”, you say and Beomgyu gives you a hesitant glance. “You sure this is safe, princess?”

“Would I be letting you do it if it wasn’t?” you scoff and Beomgyu smirks, “do you want me to answer that?” Giving him a glare, you motion for him to get on. Accepting defeat, he sighs before awkwardly swinging himself on the horse. As soon as he’s sat in the saddle he grabs onto the leather tightly, “holy fuck..”

“See, not so bad?” you encourage as you hand him the reins. Unsurprisingly, he does not agree, his face pale as he grips the reins. “If you let go right now I will never forgive you.” His voice is shaky as he eyes the distance to the ground with a small gulp. Shaking your head, you smile, “you’ll be fine, just follow behind me alright?” With that you let go of his horse as you get on your own.

“Just give him a light squeeze with your legs”, you say as you begin walking. Beomgyu makes a pain filled grimace that is immediately swapped with a terrified expression as his horse starts walking. “Wait, wait, wait, wait…why’s it going so fast?” he exclaims as he pulls at the reins. You roll your eyes, “we are just walking, Beomgyu.”

While it took some time, he eventually came to terms with the situation and your small ride turned out to be quite nice. — Though you decided to keep to just walking, introducing gallop would be for another day.

The large castle grounds opened up into a small forest and around this time of year it was in full bloom. You and Beomgyu rode side by side, the sounds of nature filling the comfortable silence between you two. You knew the area like the back of your hand, and surely enough the trees soon opened up into a small glade. “Let’s take a small break here”, you suggest to which Beomgyu nods.

The horses were left to graze as you and Beomgyu sat under one of the large trees, seeking shade from the warm sun. You pick at the grass beneath you as you let your gaze wander across the small opening. “Do you ever worry about the future?” you wonder as you tug another strand of grass from the ground.

Leaning back on his hands, Beomgyu cracks one eye open as he looks at you, “the future?” You nod as you bite your lip, twirling the grass between your fingers. “No, I don’t suppose I do”, he shrugs as he closes his eyes once more, “do you?”

“All the time.”

Your voice is not more than a faint mumble, but your words make him sit up straight as he looks at you. “Why?” he asks and your lips turn into a slight pout as you think of an answer. “It’s hard not to, no?” — “I mean it’s so uncertain and it probably changes all the time and…” you bite your tongue, afraid of bringing up the topic you had been dreading. Luckily Beomgyu doesn’t seem to catch on.

“Isn’t that what makes it all the more fun?” He grins and you frown. “It’s like a surprise gift, you never know what you’ll get”, he then states. “But what if it’s a bad gift?” you countered and Beomgyu shrugged, “so? you make something good out of it.” Make something good out of it? You weren’t sure how you were supposed to make something good of never being able to see him again.

“Why should we worry about something that is beyond our reach?” His words make your gaze shift in his direction. “I suppose…but I…” Beomgyu’s lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. His fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles against your lips. “Princess, you’re so stuck on the future that you’re missing out on the present.”

You grin, “then what would that make you?” Rolling his eyes, Beomgyu leans back on the grass, “time is beneath me”, he says with a cocky smirk. Despite his playful manner, you knew that he was right, you worried too much about what was to come and not about what you already had.

Beomgyu was right in front of you and you were still worried about a time when he wouldn’t be. Your hand cups his cheek and he gives you a confused glance before he smiles, the small dimple on his left cheek becoming prominent. He was here right now, that was all that mattered.

A few more days passed, but this time you actually enjoyed yourself. You found joy in every moment spent in Beomgyu’s presence as you went on rides, read together, painted, played the piano… You made sure to show him every part of your world, and while he couldn’t show you his, he made up for it with fascinating stories about what the future held.

There were of course also the intimate moments you shared — in the dim light of a single candle when the rest of the castle was sound asleep. Beomgyu worshiped you, your body, your mind, your soul.

His warm kisses to your neck, soft hands gliding along your sides, down your thighs. The way your bodies fit perfectly together, his soft murmurs of praise in your ear, arms around your body as he held you tight.

Most of all you loved to watch his face, he looked so pretty when you were intimate; brows slightly furrowed, lips gently parted and his cheeks flushed pink. You wanted to make him feel just as good as he made you feel, as beautiful. It took a lot of courage for you to ask him the question, but when you did, it felt right.

With his guidance, you confidently wrapped your hand around him, relishing in the soft gasp that left his lips as you tentatively moved your hand. He tells you where and when to touch and you eagerly follow his commands, gaze flickering to his face just to see how pretty he looked.

The soft whispers of praise in between small groans; “Just like that.” “Fuck, you’re so good to me.” You don’t think that you could ever get enough. Once you seem to have caught on to what he likes, he leans back to let you take charge. Your diligent hand manages to draw sounds of pure ecstasy from him and your stomach tingles at the sight of him so prettily laid out for you, he looked like a real prince.

Beomgyu looked the prettiest when he climaxed. The way his face scrunched up as his jaw became slack, the prettiest of noises escaping his parted lips. His eyes slowly open as he looks at you with so much love and admiration that the words fall easily from your lips. — “I love you.”

He smiles. “I love you too.”

That night, the two of you snuck past the guard to venture out into the large castle gardens. The air was cool and you walked close together; Beomgyu’s arm remained around your waist the whole time as his fingers rubbed circles along your hip. As the moonlight illuminated the path before you, memories of a night not long ago suddenly flooded your mind.

Soon you find yourself under the very same tree where you had shared your first kiss. Nervously, you glance in Beomgyu’s direction as you fiddle with the strings of your coat. He too, seems lost in thought as his eyes wander across the area. “Y’know…” he started softly as his gaze remained far away, “I’m gonna miss this place.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as your gaze too, wanders over the silent garden. His words brought reality down over you once more. The reality that you had tried so hard to forget, now seemed inevitable. Taking in a deep breath, you force a small grin to your lips, “even the corsets?”

Beomgyu smiles, “debatable.” He turns to you, his hand gently cupping your face as his thumb traces your cheek. “I suppose this place has grown on me..” he nonchalantly shrugs but you don’t fail to notice the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Is that so?” you cock an eyebrow at him and his smile widens. “Yeah, they happen to have pretty princesses here.”

You should be used to his blunt remarks after spending so much time in his presence, yet they never failed to make you blush. “I’m sure you say that to every princess you meet”, you scoff as your eyes drop to his hand on your cheek. “Only the beautiful ones”, he muses and you roll your eyes, though you can’t help but smile.

The hand on your face suddenly pulls you toward him, “I’m serious princess”, he whispers as he looks at you with those big brown eyes of his; the eyes that you had fallen in love with just by gazing into them. “I’ll miss you.” His words hold so much love and emotion that for a second you forget how to breathe.

As you swallow once more, you blink up at him. “I’ll miss you too, Beomgyu. So much. So very much.” You’re unable to hide the tears that welled up in your eyes, coating them in a shiny layer as Beomgyu’s figure grew blurry.

You hear him sigh as his other hand runs through your hair, “this is no time to cry, princess.” You shake your head, “I’m not crying”, you mumble though anyone could hear that your voice was on the verge of breaking.

Biting his lower lip, a small grin spreads on Beomgyu’s lips, “then I would hope that those are happy tears?” His words make the first few droplets roll down your cheeks as you nod, “they’re happy ones”.

Both of his soft hands find your face as he leans closer. “Good”, he murmurs against your lips, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Then he kisses you, just like he had under this very tree all those nights ago.

Every kiss with Beomgyu felt like your first. And the thought of one day having your last, didn’t scare you anymore.

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cjgladback · 21 hours

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I went to my first fiber festival this past weekend! Hoosier Hills Fiber Festival; if I'm still in this state come June next year, I'll probably be back and would love to meet anybody else there. Socializing/hanging out/talking to people without feeling like I was obstructing Real Customers was the one thing I missed, though I didn't really get to any of the free lectures so maybe that's where I could've met some people. Since it was an unknown situation with a lot of people and nearly an hour drive each way, I strategized to make sure I'd go:

First day, I signed up for a couple volunteer shifts. Absolutely a recommended strategy.

Got to be helpful!

They happened to have goodie bags, to help me justify the gas and time (I now have a nice tape measure to replace the one that's been vacationing with a missing sewing kit for a couple years and a lasercut wood two-inch gauge window that might help me with consistency versus my suboptimal practice of just trying to knit perfect squares when swatching in pattern)

I got to learn things about the layout and schedule I wouldn't know to ask when answering questions and acting as a gofer -- especially true working two different locations

And of course, some people were pretty much guaranteed to be happy to see me!

Second day, I signed up for a workshop in the morning so I'd be there and able to shop for anything I needed at the end. Ombre yarn dyeing was the class! It's acid dyes, something I'm several years off from wanting to get into enough to commit to dedicated cookware, full pots of dye powder, etc. The room with the workshop was a barn that had plenty of outlets--but they did not represent plenty of breakers. So there weren't quite enough functional heating elements for the class to have sufficiently cooked our yarn before leaving, and I did need to risk a giant stock pot at home for three batches of four jars, almost-simmering in a water bath for thirty minutes each, of the yarn that hadn't proven it was done (all but the two palest greens). I was a little worried the delay/drawn out heat situation would affect the results but if it did it wasn't much; I got pretty much exactly what I was hoping for with my two color gradient and the single is great too!

The single dye gradient is the color Moss, which did some interesting things with the red portion separating out once they were heated. Every skein has redder blotches, so I'm not bothered about any inconsistency -- if anything it'll help my finished product camouflage stains. Though it was definitely a surprise for me and the other Moss user in the class when our first yarn to have exhausted the dye was the complementary color to what it went in as.

The two color gradient used Rhodamine Red on one end, which was one end of one of our instructor's samples where she chose a cool-green for the other end to show how multi-component dyes mix less predictably than most paint. (It was kinda like shading with markers where you can still see washes of the pink and green in what you squint at and call a grey-brown.) The other end was Cantaloupe, which was one of the maybe three colors she didn't have a sample cut of yarn for. But she described it as the flesh of a perfect ripe cantaloupe and obviously I had to see that, and it sounded like it would be fairly guaranteed to combine nicely with the magenta while being just enough around a bend in the color wheel to be interesting--warm orange versus cool pink. As I said, it turned out pretty much exactly as I was picturing. Not anticipated was how much the jars looked like they were full of some delicious dragonfruit-mango beverage. Were I still a barista I'd be trying to recreate this for my shift drink.

Image descriptions under the cut.

[ID: Five images following fourteen small skeins of sock yarn dyed in individual glass jars, in two gradients. One gradient is six skeins from a medium forest green through a pale creamy pink, the other is eight skeins from a vibrant yellow orange through an even more vibrant magenta. The first photo is inside under fluorescent lights, showing the 32oz glass canning jars with metal lids and rings, full of dye and yarn on a table at the end of the class in which they were filled and heated for a short time.

The next two images are animated gifs. The first gif is two frames showing the finished dye jars sitting in grass, with their yarn and with it removed. The green gradient left only transparent blue color in its jars, and most of the pink to orange gradient's water looks more orange without its yarn, aside from the third and fourth jars from the orange end, which shade toward a neon lilac with the peachy pink yarn removed. The second gif is a view of the inside of the bright green wash bucket, with just the pink-orange yarn in it, then all of them mixed up, all as they were after a soak with the rust-brown water, in the first rinse, and that rinse water alone showing its transparent but still brown tint.

The last two photos show the gradients lined up along a weathered wooden bench on the side of a deck. The first photo has the wet piles of yarn bundled in front of each of their respective jars with remaining dye. The final photo has the clean, dry yarn wound into center-pull balls and still vibrant in the direct sunlight. End ID]

#dyeing #cj gladback #fiber art #ramblings #not pictured or mentioned are the fleeces (a pound of shetland and two pounds of alpaca both dark brown) and second-hand carders i got #so many more fiber adventures in store!#but when i next do my spreadsheet calculating living expenses my entertainment budget is probably gonna have to be larger #even if a recent thrift shop visit was almost cheap enough to reinforce my delusional clothing budget from right out of college #when i was just trying to talk myself into jobs with unsustainable wages like ''ten dollars a year sounds right''#while applying places that required makeup not to mention dry cleaning or would potentially literally burn through your shoes #the carders at least shouldn't be consumables (though depending how the fleece prep goes i may have to buy new carding cloth)#and the yarn i make with the fleece could become part of the clothing or gift budget #anyway i gotta leave them in the bin and finish my time sensitive obligations but you better believe y'all will hear about it when i'm free

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rhyme-thinks-stuff · 3 days

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I made a few more panel colorings!

This time featuring carrots, and some characters that aren't Marcille

I'm really happy with how this one turned out :D Palette: Autumn Harvest 37

This panel of Laios really charmed me, something about it Palette: Lost Century

This is another of my favorites, Marcille is very pretty and I liked coloring the water a lot. Palette: Autumn Harvest 37

One thing I like about coloring these, is that it's a really nice way to get a closer look at the original artwork, and being on the lookout for panels to color as I read makes me focus more on the artwork. Anyways, look at how beautiful these lines are! Ryoko Kui is an incredible artist

Here's a link to the last batch I did, for if anyone's interested!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #marcille donato #laios touden #panel coloring #dunmeshi panel coloring

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iamvegorott · 3 days

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros

Welcome to a random idea I had of Marvin's moment of entering 'the real world' as an Ego and Jackie is the one in charge of getting him and bringing him to where the others live Little did Jackie know how difficult doing that task would be

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros

Marvin gasped as his entire being was yanked into reality. His existence felt wrong, yet he still belonged to it at the same time. It was a weird itch of sorts inside of him, one that couldn’t be scratched but that feeling slowly soothed itself as he adjusted into his...form? That was a weird thought to have.

“Where am I?” Marvin asked the air as he looked around. He was on the roof of a building, the sounds of traffic giving him a clue that it was a city, and as he neared the edge, he saw a stunning display of bright lights and colors.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore.” A sudden voice and laugh made Marvin flinch, turn, and hold up a glowing hand as a threat.

“Who are you?” Marvin glared at the stranger.

“Jackieboyman!” The stranger answered with a way too bright and cheery smile. “Or Jackie or Jackie space Boimen when I gotta be like a person. Well, the ‘space’ isn’t part of that name, it means that it’s two different words. But everyone just calls me Jackie.” The man, Jackie, spoke a lot with his hands.

“You sound like an off-brand superhero put on the cover of cheap cereal boxes.” Marvin huffed, not in the mood to deal with this. He lowered his hand and started walking to the center of the roof, needing space to use some magic to find his location.

“Give me more credit than that. I can actually lift a car and stuff. You should see me run. I’m like if Flash and Superman had a child.” Jackie did some poses while he followed Marvin.

“Personal bubble.” Marvin waved Jackie away when he started nearing him. “I need at least sixty feet.”

“I don’t think the roof is that big.” Jackie hummed as if he was trying to measure the roof in his head.

“Then jump.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “If you’re a superhero, then you’ll be fine.”

“You’re right. I can totally do that, but like, you gotta come with me.” Jackie laughed as he rubbed the back of his head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Marvin tried to shut out Jackie as he inhaled, channeling his magic and reaching out to-

“But I was sent to get you so you don’t blow anything up or blow yourself up or blow other people up and, there is a lot of blowing up in those worries. Although, I’m kind of the one to blame for that. You should have seen me when I first arrived. I had no idea-”

“Would you shut up?” Marvin scrunched his face, finding it really hard to concentrate with Jackie’s ramblings. He then paused when he properly registered the things Jackie had been saying. “When you first arrived?”

“Yeah! I showed up in one of those like big parking lot things and I panicked and tried to use the elevator but I hit it too hard and broke the summon button thing and then I broke the door when trying to use the fire exit and the alarm was so loud and when I tried to turn it off, I broke that and it sparked and then things went on fire and-” Jackie’s long-winded explanation was cut short by Marvin slapping a hand over his mouth.

“I need you to shorten your answers to a max of two sentences, you’re giving me a headache.” Marvin used his other hand to rub at his temple. “Oh, my God!” He shouted and pulled his hand away. “Did you lick me!?”

“It worked.” Jackie casually shrugged.

“Whatever, moving past that.” Marvin wiped his palm on his pants. “You arrived like I did? Just out of nowhere popping up in a new location?”

“Yep! We all did.”

“We?”

“All the Septiceyes and Ipliers and-”

“I beg your pardon? What kind of names are those?”

“It’s what we are. Me and you and the others at the House are Septiceyes. We’re Egos.” Jackie looked proud, chest puffed out and everything while Marvin stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“I have to be dreaming or hallucinating or something.” Marvin groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “Maybe I drank too much melatonin tea, and this is my consequence.”

“If it makes you feel better it took all of us time to adjust to this. It’s like really complicated. We’ve got one super smart guy that gets it, and he tries to explain it, but it’s filled with a lot of mega-big words and fancy science stuff that the literal robot-dudes don’t understand.” Jackie was always moving, walking, waving his arms around, just doing something. It was like his body had too much energy to contain.

“I’m calling my-where is my phone?” Marvin reached into his pocket and discovered that his phone was missing.

“Yeah, everything that would be yours is at the House. The whole-um-’reality changing distortion’ adjusts the place and adds a new room when one of us comes into existence.” Jackie changed his tone when saying a part of the sentence, showing that he was quoting someone else's words. “We’re lucky to show up with clothes. Although it would be Terminator style if we didn’t and that’s cool.”

“I literally work with magic and all of that sounds ridiculous.” Marvin turned away from Jackie and tried to go back to his spell to find his location. “I’m going home.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s what I’m here for. I’m in charge of taking you back to the House.” Jackie gestured over his shoulders in the direction of said House.

“Let me repeat myself from earlier since you clearly don’t remember. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Marvin had to resist the urge to clap his hands between words.

“But you’re supposed to. I was the one sent out because we have a connection.” Jackie ended up being the one clapping as he put his hands together at his last word.

“A connection? Is that your way of flirting with me?” Marvin scoffed, letting his spell drop again. He was never going to get anything done with Jackie around.

“What!? N-No!” Jackie stiffened. “That’s not how-I'm like-I'm like really bad at flirting.” He was now sputtering as his face slowly turned as red as the hoodie he wore. “I’d be like-saying that your hair is nice or that-that your eyes are pretty or-you know-you-like-you're like really hot or something.”

“‘Really hot or something’?” Marvin echoed and he started laughing.

“Yeah-I-I mean. I’m not-I'm-you-I-” Jackie panicked and tugged on his hood, covering his face with it. Marvin’s laugh turned into a giggle as an idea of how to be left alone came to mind.

“That’s adorable.” Marvin hummed.

“Adorable?” Jackie peeked out from under his hood.

“Very adorable.” Marvin slowly strolled his way over to Jackie, noticing how Jackie took some steps back. The poor man was so flustered, and Marvin was going to use that to his full advantage. “Although, you need to get some more confidence with it. You seem like such a proud hero; strong, fast, I bet you have endless stamina.”

“I’ve-I’ve been told I am-uh-that I have endless energy.” Jackie felt his heart flutter with the smirk Marvin had on his face and wasn’t aware that he was practically standing on the edge of the roof.

“I bet any partner you’ve had adores that fact. It’s always nice when someone can easily keep up with you.” Marvin stopped his walking and that got Jackie to do the same.

“M-Matching energies is-is nice.” Jackie thickly swallowed.

“It is. And I do have to admit, you are kind of cute.” Marvin placed one hand on Jackie’s chest and the other was hidden behind his back.

“I am?”

“A little.” Marvin winked and pushed, sending the other man falling off the roof.

Jackie barely had time to finish his yell before landing in a dumpster. It was a strangely soft fall for that kind of landing, almost magically soft.

“Aw, man.” Jackie groaned, looking up and seeing Marvin waving down at him before walking away and out of view. A flash of green told Jackie he likely used magic to leave that location completely. Jackie groaned again, fished his phone out of his pocket, and called a number, sighing as he waited for the person to pick up.

“Everything good?” The voice on the other end of the call asked.

“Hey Chase, so, I have good news and I have bad news,” Jackie said.

“Bad news first.”

“He got away.”

“Did you at least get his name?”

“No.”

“Then what the hell is the good news?”

“He thinks I’m cute.”

“Damn it, Jackie!”

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