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Obsessive Bestfriend; Gojo Satoru
Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader drabble
wc: 779 (not edited)
Synopsis: You get rejected by your crush, but lucky for you, your best friend is there to help you get over him.
WARNINGS: MDNI! 18+ (please), somnophillia, dub-con, foul language, name-calling, fem! reader, dirty talk, hand-jobs, reader is eaten out, and a lot of very NSFW things!!!!!
You just got rejected from your first-ever 'real' crush.
You are crushed. He was the first actual guy you liked. And on top of that, he was one of the nicest friends you ever had. And you just ruined all that just by asking a simple question. Yes, you had a physical and emotional attraction to different guys before- but this one was different, yeah it's a cliche - I know. Now you are in your best friend Gojo Satoru's room crying your pretty little eyes out before him.
"ToruUuuU.. Sniff am I not girlfriend material or something?! Sniff " You ask, he just sighs and looks at you,
"You know, there are billions of other guys that are nicer, and smarter than h-"
"NO! I wanted him! And when and where am I supposed to find a better guy than that?!" You exclaim as you cut him off, you look up at him to find an annoyed expression on his face,
"You know, I could've had a girl over today but I canceled just to hear you talk about some dumb boy, just get over it." He says as he rolls his eyes at you.
You stare up at him and here come the waterworks again - you start sobbing uncontrollably, making him feel bad.
"Look, I'm sorry, but maybe it's a sign that it wouldn't have worked out anyway? Who needs a boyfriend when you have me right?" He looks at you waiting for an answer,
But to no avail, you keep on crying. He sighs again and pulls you in for a deep embrace.
He can't help but smile as you cry. Is it bad that he knew this would happen? He predicted all of this. You get rejected, and you come crying to him. It's always him. He is all you have. You need him.
He strokes your hair and begins comforting you with his words, "...there there, I'm always here for you. You don't need to worry..." Then you slowly start to drift off into a deep sleep.
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"ah.. hnghhh... " What? Why were you making these noises? You groggily open your swollen eyes. You are then met with a sudden wave of pleasure from your pussy. With widened eyes, you look down and see none other than your best friend peering back up at you; between your legs, chin glistening from your juices, and smiling.
You gasp and try to close your legs only to be deflected by Satoru's hands holding them down. He goes back down and continues eating at your cunt hungrily - sucking on your clit and lapping up the juices you secrete.
"To-toru! What are you doing?" You panic and try to squirm away from his touch. He smacks your thigh - "M'only trying to help you get over your rejection, s'just be a good girl for me and take it." He continues to aggressively eat you out, and you can't help but let out loud moans. You feel a familiar feeling rushing to your stomach as he starts to tongue fuck you.
"To-toru- m'gonna cum!" You cry out as you arch your back, you are now gripping his hair to angle him to get more friction of his tongue and your bare pussy. As you get closer and closer to your climax, You feel fingers start to insert into your leaky hole; this sends you over the edge. You cum on his fingers right away - a whiney wet whimper leaving your mouth.
"He is s'dumb for not wanting you - look at you. He's missin out." He coos at you kissing your cheek. Your eyes hooded and droopy, legs open; still in the position he was eating you out in, your cunt glistening and the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
"You needed this, it was the only way to get over him, sweetheart. N'now, he wouldn't want a dirty slut like you would he?" He pulls you in his arms and starts stroking your hair,
"You don't need anyone else besides me. M'the only one always here for you aren't I?" he says looking down at you, you look up at him meekly and start to realize - he's right.
He's always been there for you - no matter the weather or time. You really don't need anyone else besides him. And if you lost him... you would probably crumble. He knows all your deepest darkest secrets, and you know his - well, most of them. So you nod at his question and snuggle into his chest starting to dose off. Satoru gives out a smile, his breath shuddering as he feels nothing but a dark wish being fulfilled - you're his, and you know it.
a/n: my first fic 😭 it's just a short n' cute fic that I completed in like 2 days. I have so many drafts and ideas but I didn't know what I wanted to post so send me more ideas! thanks for reading!!!
#yandere x reader#satoru gojo x reader#yandere smut#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#jjk smut#chaewritesjjk
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Ace.
pairing: mostly tashi duncan x fem! reader, but also patrick x art x reader x tashi
tw: kissing, suggestive themes, tennis, swearing, there really isn't that many warnings tbh, NONE of the characters are underage here btw!
description: patrick and art are vying for tashi's attention, but they encounter an obstacle in tashi's girlfriend... or maybe will they all become something more to each other?
a/n: this was basically me ignoring all my priorities to write this. I based most of this off my beginner tennis knowledge from when I played in middle school. fun fact: I actually used to come back every day after school and watch matches so I was really obsessed quite a few years ago. i was never all that good though, i had a tendency to play messily lol. anyways hope you enjoy and pls lmk your thoughts <33
2006
You took a bite of the churro in your hand as you settled into the sticky seat. The sun was unrelenting as it beat down on the bare skin of your shoulders. The sugar melted in your mouth as you lent down to retrieve the bottle from your tennis bag. Taking a harsh swallow of the water you squinted down at the court.
The stands were quickly filling up with people and chatter buzzed around your ears as you heard snippets of random conversations. God you couldn’t wait until the tennis match started so it would all be quiet.
Finishing off the churro, you adjusted your sunglasses and zoned out of the world around you.
6 Months Earlier…
A loud cough next to you made your spine seize up. Slowly turning around you met the judgmental eyes of one Anna Muller. You smiled nervously and carefully stood up from your crouching position.
“Uh hi. Sorry, I was just trying to find a tennis ball. I think it rolled under your car.”
“Right.” You nodded and then crouched back down. Thankfully spotting the fuzzy ball behind one of the tires. Quickly snatching it you stood back up and smiled nervously.
“All done.”
“Wonderful.”
“Have a nice day!” You said quickly, cringing as Anna fixed you with a confused and mildly annoyed expression before getting into the car.
“What a bitch.” You murmured under your breath as you started heading over to your own car, only to bump into someone else. “Shit!”
“I really hope you weren’t making that bitch comment about me.” A familiar voice echoed in your ears as you steadied yourself. Tashi Duncan.
“No, no. Of course not. It’s just…” You turned your head towards Anna’s car as it started backing out. Tashi must have caught a glimpse of Anna because she snorted and nodded.
“Anna Mueller is the biggest bitch of all so that comment was warranted. Tashi Duncan.” You offered your own name back and smiled at the girl in front of you.
“I think I’m playing you tomorrow.” Tashi said with a knowing glint in her eye as she winked. “You ready to play some good fucking tennis?”
The voices of two boys broke you out of your reverie as the blonde settled in next to you, quickly followed by a brunette.
You slightly recognized their faces but then something clicked when they started talking about Tashi. Oh. Fire and Ice. The infamous duo who basically wiped the floor during the doubles tournament.
They were pretty, and they clearly seemed to be attracted to your girlfriend as the brunette talked on and on about how out of their league she was.
Smirking slightly you unscrewed the cap of your bottle and took another swig before adjusting the strap of your tank top.
The announcer was heard over the loudspeaker and you leaned your elbows down onto your knees to catch a closer look at… Anna Mueller. Oh you couldn’t wait to see Tashi destroy her.
You slid your tennis racket into your bag and took a bite out of the protein bar in your hand. The sweat was accumulating on your brow but your body was singing with endorphins. You loved playing tennis, that push and pull of good volley. And even if you didn’t win; a good game of tennis was a good game of fucking tennis.
“Hey!” You turned around to look at Tashi as she called out to you. The mid afternoon sun bathed her in an almost heavenly glow and she was smiling… at you.
“Hey. Good game of tennis?”
“Just like you promised.” Tashi said with a smile before leaning over to steal your protein bar.
“I know you have a match tomorrow and your parents are probably expecting you back but how do you feel about grabbing dinner?” You asked tentatively, watching as she chewed the remains of the blueberry and granola snack. A small smile appeared on her face as she finished chewing.
“You asking me out on a date?”
“Well you do have a pretty great backhand.”
“And that’s your only condition for asking a person out on a date?”
“Anna Mueller was unavailable so yes.”
“Winner of the Junior Australian Open. Tashi Duncan.”
You smiled widely as you watched Tashi walk out in her white tennis dress. She waved up into the crowd and quickly scanned it before meeting your eyes. Tashi winked and you blew her a quick kiss before she went to drop her tennis gear down.
Turning your head slightly you spied the two boys next to you as they watched Tashi, they seemed absolutely enraptured in her. Oh they were going to be so much fun.
You periodically took sips of your water bottle as Tashi warmed up and the match started. The sun was starting to beat down even harder but your focus was on her.
Tashi was in her element. She let out groans as she hit the ball effortlessly. That was one thing she was always able to lord over you. Tashi had the ability to make tennis seem like a dance, while you played hard and fast.
Then came that shout. The shout that seemed to reverberate through your whole body. You sharply inhaled and dug the tip of your shoe into the ground. Blinking a few times as you stretched your back.
Tashi met your eyes for a quick second and you let that intense stare permeate you as you swiped your fingers over your lips.
And of course Tashi fucking destroyed Anna.
The feeling of Tashi’s lips on yours was almost too much. You threaded your hands through her slightly sweaty hair and felt as she pushed you against one of the lockers.
“Hmm. Tashi, this is a public locker room.” You said breathily as she started placing kisses on your neck.
“Baby, I just won the final. I think I deserve a reward.”
“Didn’t you get a fancy cup and-” Your meek protest was interrupted as Tashi placed her lips on yours again and slowly started inching your shirt up. That was until a loud bang was heard from beyond the room making you both jump apart.
“Shit.” Tashi swore as she started laughing. You quickly joined in and dropped your head back against the cold metal.
“Tashi… I’m heading back home after this so I wanted to ask something.” You closed your eyes hard and tried to gather up every inch of resolve that was left in you.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted to ask if you wanted to make this thing official.” You whispered the last part as you blindly motioned the space between the two of you, carefully peeking out from your closed eyelids.
A moment passed.
Then the feeling of lips on yours made you let out a surprised squeak. You opened your eyes fully as Tashi’s hands came to rest on your cheeks. The callouses that matched yours delicately brushed your skin.
“Yes, you idiot. Of course I want to be your girlfriend.”
You circled your arms around Tashi’s shoulders and carefully placed a kiss on her neck. You were swaying together to the music and you felt as Tashi’s hand grabbed your waist in a warning gesture. You rolled your eyes slightly before peeking over her shoulder.
“They’re staring you know?”
“The guys from the match?”
“Yeah. What do you think?”
“What do I think? What do you think?”
“You did win. And they’re hot.”
“Oh should I feel abandoned?”
“Tashi. You are the single-most beautiful and hottest person I know.”
“Aww.”
“Shut up.” You said as you pulled back, basking in the presence of her smile as her hands wandered up to grasp your arms. She started running her fingers over the length of them and you felt a shiver wreck through your body. You raised your arms together with hers and laced your fingers together.
Pulling your eyes away from hers you took another peek at the two boys who were now watching the two of you with jaws dropped. You placed your hands on Tashi’s waist and dropped your gaze down to her neck again. Smirking, you placed a kiss on one of her bare shoulders before looking up at them again.
You winked and watched as twin blushes appeared on their faces.
You went to grab another Orangina for you and Tashi. Watching as the two boys descended like vultures. Smirking slightly you languidly walked over to the trio and dropped down on the other side of Tashi. The Orangina was cool in your hand as you passed it to Tashi, slinging your arm around her in the process.
“Well it seems like you two were finally brave enough to actually talk to her.” You said suddenly, watching as the two dumbfounded boys stuttered out excuses before the brunette smirked sharply.
“I’m sorry- uh. I’m Art and this is Patrick.”
“Fire and Ice. You won the doubles today didn’t you?” You mentioned casually as Tashi passed you the drink.
“Yeah we did. And you are?” Patrick asked as Art suddenly elbowed him in the side and hissed out an admonishing: “Dude.”
Tashi quickly provided your name as you took a sip of the Orangina and smirked at the two boys.
“Wait, you were in the semifinals? Weren’t you?”
“That I was. Anna Mueller caught me on an off day. Gladly Tashi took care of her for me.”
“Always, baby.”
“Hey, I need to steal you away. Oh hey you, how are you doing?”
“All good, Mr. Duncan. Everything okay?” You asked with a smile as Tashi unwound herself from your arms and headed towards her dad.
“Yeah, busy, busy, busy. Good job out there, Anna is one tough player.”
“Thanks Mr. Duncan.” He smiled warmly at you before heading off towards Tashi and the photographers.
“So… I’m a little bit upset that you didn’t recognize me.” You said with a teasing smile as the boys looked a little dazed after Tashi disappeared.
“Oh uh-”
“Don’t worry I’m just fucking with you. Got to go talk to some people so I guess I’ll see you guys around.” You rose up from your seat on the couch and lightly skimmed your fingers against Patrick’s shirt before walking off in the opposite direction of Tashi.
You spied Tashi talking to Patrick and Art as you finished shaking the hand of another old white guy from some corporation. Quickly extricating yourself from that scenario you watched as they took the little path down towards the water. Smiling at yourself, you grabbed one of the last remaining sandwiches and headed towards the trio.
“You know… I don’t want my only skill in life to be knowing how to hit a ball with a racket.”
“Starting the party without me, I see.” You said as you toed off your black heels and walked around the deck chairs, coming to sit down on the rock. Tashi’s previously arrogant expression softened as she smiled at you.
“Hi baby. Patrick and I were just discussing the merits of going to school vs going pro.”
“Ah, well I’m on Tashi with this one. I’m getting a degree first.”
“Oh God no, Art I’ve lost another to good education.” Art rolled his eyes as he smiled at you.
“Are you going to Stanford as well?” You hummed back in reply as you leaned your head on Tashi’s shoulder. The sound of the sea lulled you into a dreamlike state as you watched Tashi, absolutely enraptured in how she was able to perfectly capture the feeling of playing tennis.
In a way that match you first played together was what started your relationship and every match you have played since then has only strengthened it.
“What about you two, huh? Are the rumors…”
“True? I’d have to know those rumors before I say anything about that. Right, we have to go. Come on, baby.” You blinked slightly and looked up at Tashi as she helped you up. You let out a loud yawn, smiling lazily at the two boys who looked at the two of you quizzically.
“We’ll see you soon.” You said as you felt Tashi put an arm around your shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on your cheekbone.
“We definitely will.”
You looked up at Tashi, feeling the weight of the day washing over you in waves. She looked like an absolute goddess under the light of the moon and you couldn’t believe she was yours. And maybe you would be willing to share the majesty that was Tashi with the two boys who watched as you left.
They were pretty hot after all.
might write something more for challengers?? it just depends if have the time lol
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Hi ! How are you ?
Just thought about Gojo being an ass but reader is just so in love that when Gojo thought he would be punished for being annoying, y/n is just here like let's have lovey sex 🥰
And Gojo tells him to be harder or go faster but ends up crying and enjoying so much what's y/n's doing (so lots of love, gentle sex, they hold hands !!, It's there first time together doing this and Gojo never had someone as gentle, he only know rough sex, Etc)
Hope this is ok :)
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Ofc this is okay, it’s very cute, just surprising it isn’t about Toji haha
Dom!reader x sub!gojo
Warning: gentle sex, fingering, dacryphilia, praise kink, a little overstimulation, lots of kisses, curse words
Gojo was a fuck boy, of course he was. All he’s had up until now were one night stands with countless people. Due to that he likes to call himself very experienced in bed, but that didn’t apply to relationships. You were his first serious relationship, and so many things deviated from what he was normally used to. The most important things for one night stands was to not break the mood, just be chill and go along. Also no one wanted someone too shy and emotional, they only signed up for sex after all, not hearing someone’s sob stories.
That’s why he thought this applies to a couples Intimate time too, so he threw himself into your lap and started being the flirty little brat he was. “Y/n~ can we do it? We’ve been dating for so long, isn’t it time?” Right, you two haven’t done it yet. He thought it was because you wanted him to take the first step, which is why he’s giving it a chance now. Hands feeling you up and down, body pressed against yours. “I’m busy right now, gojo. Besides, shouldn’t our first together be a bit more romantic?” The white haired male pouted, complaining, “you say that every time, I want to soooo bad~!”
He thought if he riled you up a little more, you’ll bend him over the table and fuck him right there right now. At least he hoped that would happen. Suddenly you grabbed his little waist and mumbled in a low voice, “fine then, I’ll give you what you want.” God, don’t you know how attractive you are? That one line was enough to get him all excited, face turning red in an instant. Gojo almost squirmed when your hands held his hips, all he could do was grin cheekily. “Let’s get onto the bed first.” You suggested and nudged his sides a little. So you prefer it there? Alright, noted. The male nodded enthusiastically and got off your lap in a heartbeat.
“Please…” Satoru whined, hands clenching the sheets desperately. His knuckles turned white, even though he was already very pale. On the other hand his ears, shoulders and cheeks had turned completely pink. How did things escalate this way? He was expecting you to grab his wrists and pin him down, shove two of your fingers inside him and sloppily stretch him, not… whatever you were doing right now. Holding his cheek with one hand while the other rubbed circles onto his stomach, kissing his face oh so gently. “So pretty, my love.” You whispered with sincere adoration, while he clenched his eyes shut, body tensing up as if he was scared.
“You look absolutely beautiful, so stunning, satoru.” More little pecks were placed on his face, then your hand moved to the back of his head. The one that was on his tummy moved lower, teasing his pelvis a little. This caused his thighs and legs to twitch, he closed them tightly as a reflex. Why were you praising him so much, and why were you touching him everywhere besides his private parts? Don’t you know it feels the best there..? Even so, he was already rock hard, all because of a few kisses and caresses. How embarrassed he was, he won’t be able to look you in the eyes after this.
“Y/n…!” Gojo gasped, almost in despair for you to finally go further, his pride won’t let him cum untouched. Your response was a kiss to his lips, the hand in his hair scratched his scalp gently, ruffling through his white locks. He noticed how you shoved your tongue into his mouth. A french kiss, nothing he haven’t done before, yet this was different. He never understood those people that loved kissing, but now he does. His head felt like it was about to explode, everything felt so hot. Not to mention how his heart pounded, at this rate he was going to have a heart attack. Your tongue kept swirling with his inside his mouth, it must be because of how skilled you are, otherwise he can’t explain why this feels so much better than anything he ever felt in the past.
Out of nowhere, the boy whimpered, a high pitched sound coming from his throat. It got muffled since you two were still making out. You pulled back shortly after, licking your bottom lip while staring at his melting face. Sweat was running down his forehead and tears were collecting in the sockets of his eyes. The yelp he let out was due to your fingers rubbing his rim in a playful manner. “Y-y/n.., ahh, please.” “Shhh, don’t worry. Leave it all to me, I’ll take care of you.” Other people may fear him and call him strong, but in your eyes, he was the most adorable and vulnerable man you’ve ever met. Pretty ironic, isn’t it?
You clasped your hand over his, which was still gripping the bedsheets. His grip loosened up and he instead grabbed your hand, gazing up at you through wet lashes. “So gorgeous, damn it, you know how much I adore you don’t ya?” It slipped from your lips so easily, yet it had a huge impact on gojo. He was basically whining now, drowning in all the love and care you showed him. His dick was leaking so much precum, and you still haven’t touched him there. Then, finally, you sticked your fingers inside him. “Fu-fuckkk..!” The boy immediately gasped, those shiny tears finally rolling down his face.
It didn’t hurt at all, because you used a lot of lube. Also because you pushed them inside very slowly, instead of shoving them in like what he initially anticipated. After waiting for a good minute, you started moving them around, curling them inside him. Your fingertips rubbed against his squishy, wet walls. “Does anything hurt baby? Is this alright?” You asked him, and he shook his head. How can anything hurt when you are treating him with so much care? The most he could get are heartaches. Was it because he wanted more or loved you too much?
“Fa-faster, god.. this is- mhMm torture..” he cried out, hoping you will heed his words. It felt good, of course, but it felt too good considering you were only preparing him. “No need to rush, pretty boy, I have all the time the world for you.” You reassured him, don’t you know he doesn’t appreciate that? Once again his stupid heart skipped a beat at your comments, jumping up and down like never before. You switched from the previous motions to scissoring ones, stretching him a little until you changed to trusting your fingers knuckles deep inside him. The moans he let out were heavenly, so cute and pretty you wish you could have recorded it.
“Ahh- hmMm… NngGHhh…?? Ah- wa-wait.. this feels- weird..!” “What feels weird?” After hearing that, you stopped your action, wondering if this was too much for him. “It feels go-good.. hnghh, too good… do me ha-harder.” He was almost begging you now, voice cracking as he stumbled over his own words. Each time you moved your fingers out and trusted them in, his dick would leak a little more precum. “Haha~ it’s alright my dear, I’ll make you feel good.” You answered, then kissed his belly, and he whimpered again. Why won’t you just be rough with him? Don’t get him wrong, it feels really good, he’s never felt this much pleasure before. But that’s exact what’s scaring him, if this continues, he won’t be able to get over you!
“Please y/n, it feels good..” a shiver ran down your spine when you heard that. This made you even more enthusiastic, because you were happy that you managed to make him feel blissful. “I’m glad it does.” You muttered against his skin, noticing how his hand was holding yours with all the strength he could muster in that moment. Which was… surprisingly little. When you noticed how he was sobbing quietly, you started kissing his tears away, causing him to blush even more. He was so close already and you were only fingering him a little. Then, he unexpectedly wrapped his legs around your waist, surprising you a little. “Woa, hey now…” his arms were next, following what his other limps did and wrapping themselves around your neck. “Y/n…hic- I… love you- ahh.”
ah… what to do? Your boyfriend was just too cute. “I love you too, satoru.” You replied, feeling his rim clench around you as if he doesn’t want to let you go. If you keep poking your fingertips again his prostate, he will really cum untouched. That’s why you took the initiative and asked innocently, “Cum for me, alright sweetie?” “Hmm, uh-Uhmmm.. damn ittt..!!!” He knew himself he won’t be able to hold back, so he cursed out loud while his dick twitched back and forth. The tip was an angry red already, all due to the neglect and lack of attention. “I’m close- haa, hGhnn, I-I’m gonna- nghh!” “It’s alright, i’m here, don’t worry darling.” You kept whispering such sweet things into his ears, it made him feel so appreciated and cared for. Never has he ever went through an experience similar to this one, you were the first to make him fall so helplessly in love.
“Mhmn-GHnNghhH!! <3 oohhHnng~!” The boy gasped and moaned a last time, before shooting out a thick load out of his swollen cock, dirtying the bed in the process. You didn’t care about such trivial matters though, it was bound to get a little messy anyway. “You did so well, such a great job, my love.” While gojo was still processing the pleasure, feeling a little overstimulated, you were planting kissed on his body again. “I’ll fuck you next time, i promise to set the mood right when the time comes.” Damn it, in the end he still didn’t get to sleep with you.
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Whenever people claim "[origin characters] show attraction to all genders", they often point to Astarion's party banter.
Which leaves us pretty confused because, if anything, it shows he has no clue what he's doing with women.
He's known to be this skilled seducer – the fantasy equivalent of a prostitute and, canonically, his pimp's favourite – yet his advances towards female companions come off as clumsy.
We've always chalked it up to him being a snarky little shit, with a touch of stereotypical gay man attitude¹, but the implications of it being genuine are terrifying.
As far as we know, Astarion gathered prey for at least two centuries, and he only ever talks about his male victims: Sebastian and the so-called darling boy were his only sincere relationships.
If you romance him, he justifies his initial manipulation by saying he only ever seduces people he's genuinely attracted to.
Couple that with the fact we never hear about any women, can it really be a coincidence on his writer’s part?
All we’re saying is, he probably didn't pick up his victims by calling them "a pretty flower", which unironically sounds like someone's first attempt at flirting in a lifetime.
We're even more appalled when people claim he flirted with Lae'zel (who he briefly teased and later implied he wasn't actually interested in, when she asked him why he hasn't tried to "bed" her yet) or Karlach (he seems to sympathize with her quite a bit due to their shared slavery trauma, offering to show her the Upper City when she implies she's never been – didn't come off as sexual at all, honestly).
If anything, his comments towards Wyll sound way more sexually-charged, going as far as to say he was the man Astarion dreamed to marry when he was younger.
And we know Wyll is the furthest thing from his current type, given his approval options.
A history of successfully, and famously, hitting on men coupled with overly-friendly, borderline exuberant interactions with women... wonder what subculture that reminds us of!
Hint: it's gay male subculture.
We also tend to forget Astarion's perception of his own sexuality is extremely screwed, because centuries of repeated sexual abuse will do that to you.
He's canonically riding that post-escape wave of mania and engaging in sexually risky behaviour (e.g the foursome with the drow twins at Sharess' Caress) + putting on an "open minded, experienced lover" façade (e.g justifying the MC upon being cheated on with Mizora and allowing them to sleep with Halsin to make up for the lack of sex in their relationship).
To put it gracefully: he fucks his way in and out of situations, exchanging sex with favours/protection is second nature to him at this point.
He's forcefully trying to reclaim his sexuality, biting off more than he can chew and re-traumatizing himself in the attempt: what's a little flirting with women to make sure his new allies are on his good side, after all? He surely can't be violated more than he already has been.
What's the damage in agreeing to sleep with a heart-broken Lae'zel at the tiefling party, at this point? It's the perfect manipulation, laid out for him on a silver plate. Also, we know from his confession scene that Astarion's first sexual proposal to Tav was indeed a form of manipulation: he admits that the initial reason why he pursued the player was to seek the protection of someone stronger and to make sure that the party won't kick him out. So, in the instance of Tav refusing him (the only option that triggers the scene between him and Lae'zel), it's only logical that he'd run in the arms of the next best thing, which in this case is Lae'zel, a great warrior that's eager to find a partner for the night.
And when she claims he performed flawlessly? That's the same thing the narrator tells you during the Sharess' Caress scene, only to reveal he's dissociated into oblivion.
Of course Larian didn't want to restrict players' options by locking certain romances, but we’re sorry to announce… he's still not beating the allegations.
¹ Being visibly gay = not being perceived as a threat by women, thus taking liberties such as sarcastic "flirting" towards female acquaintances.
Karlach refers to him as "fancy-boy" if she's in your party while recruiting him, so he is perceived that way in canon.
We can also see Gale being uncomfortable around him at first, especially when Astarion tries to strike up a conversation through party banter, for seemingly no reason – which seems like a pretty clear hint to us.
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Snail important question;
Of any line-up of characters of your choice-
Who do you think is attracted to competency,
Who is attracted to stupidity,
Who can go either way,
And who is attracted to both at the same time (imagine;
Reader: sorry I'm late I had to fight off two different ships
Them: is that how you got that bruise on your face?
Reader: oh... Actually, I wasn't looking and pulled a push door off its' hinges into my face
Them, kicking off their pants: god you're so fucking stupid, sit on my face
)
Also, I feel like there are different versions of competency and stupidity. Street smarts vs social obliviousness. Book smarts vs functionally illiterate. Strategic/battle smarts vs what-do-you-mean-flashing-the-enemy-isn't-a-valid-distraction?
(Zoro is completely math smart and dumb in every other way)
I could imagine Luffy would be attracted to hyper specific competency. If you're really into a specific thing and good at it and it's your dream he would absolutely love it even if it sounds like you're speaking gibberish to him. He wouldn't even think of it as weird - I mean, no more weird than any other dream he doesn't personally understand - he's certainly not the type to judge based on societal norms. You could talk his ear off about the reproductive habits of different animals and he wouldn't get why everyone else doesn't like to hear it when they're eating but hey more food for him.
Snail. Your asks always know how to get the better of me. Have a series of little drabbles, dear.
Competency, Stupidity, Duality
Masterlist here
Word Count: 410+, 510+, 580+
Synopsis: They can't help what attracted them to you. No matter what you did, they simply couldn't get enough of you. Their emotions finally catch up with them, and they confess their adoration for you.
Themes: variety x gn!reader, feelings, injury, mentions of battles, finally giving in, all different 'reader' inserts, confessions of love, kid x reader, zoro x reader, killer x reader, angst, fluff, sweetness.
Notes: I wasn't expecting to write this today, but I've been thinking about the big boys lately and I needed to give them some love. Something about trios lately.
Tag List: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training
Competency: Eustass Kid
When Eustass Kid noticed how quick and sharp you were to react in life or death circumstances, he was immediately smitten with you. Being a Straw-Hat, your ambitions and dreams were fostered by your playful captain as you sailed aboard the Thousand Sunny. Your ability to interact flawlessly by balancing the combined efforts of the three crews had him intrigued by your charisma.
Fighting by your side was something he didn’t expect to affect him so much. The way you researched the strengths and weaknesses of all three crews sailing and fighting together was admirable. Asserting yourself by asking Law to push and pull you closer to the fight with the Ope-Ope no Mi ability, while fighting side-by-side with Massacre Soldier Killer in close quarters, had him left wordless.
After the battle finishes, he watched as you hastily aided your crew of their injuries while disregarding your own; putting others first while adding pressure to your hand-gash, hovering it over your head to slow the bleeding. He couldn’t get enough of you.
He needed you to know how he felt about you, but being in the presence of Luffy and Law always seemed to bring out the more juvenile side of attitude. His simple attraction and infatuation with you had to be revealed to you in due time, but he couldn’t risk sounding like an idiot in front of you. He would have to simply wait until you were alone and unoccupied before he made his move to take care of you after taking care of others.
Slowly approaching you as you sat down against the tangerine grove aboard the Thousand Sunny, his shadow shrouded your form and prompted you to gaze up into his scarred, sheepish face. Your smile caused his heart to beat harder and his head to swirl with a variety of "what-ifs". Gulping back his insecurities, he knelt down in front of you.
“Let me take care of that for you,” he offered with a soft smirk, “You’ve done so much for others, and I think your hand needs some seeing to.”
“If you say so, Captain Kid,” you shrug, offering your injured hand delicately to him and listening to his every instruction as he treats you, “I wasn’t aware you had any medical training.” He straps your hand in a bandage, placing down the final ties before holding your injured hand in his.
“I don’t,” he shrugged with a smile atop his painted lips, “But I’ve lost an arm before, and I don’t want to see that happen to you.”
“You’re-...” he stuttered over his words, gazing at your hand before softly drifting his tired eyes up, “...-You amaze me. Truly, amaze me.” You place your other hand on his, never once removing your eyes from his face as he offers you such kindness.
“Thank you, sir,” you nod to him with a soft smile, “You amaze me, too.”
Stupidity: Roronoa Zoro
“Why would you do that?” Zoro roared at you, hovering his body over yours and caging your face-down body within a shield of his own. The gashes on your back were deep, your body weeping out the red essence and staining your clothes with it.
“C-Couldn’t risk yours,” you stuttered out with a soft smile, “H’was gonna g-get yours. Didn’t want you to wear the shame.” His eyes widened, filling with a steam of glossy tears that threatened to spill over the moment you stuttered out your confession. “That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Mark on the back is a swordsman’s greatest shame?”
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
One after one, soft tears spilt down his cheeks and mixed with the fluids pooling at your back. He leaned down towards you, the heat of battle dying down with the swift, flaming kick of the blonde cook and giggling chuckles of your captain, Luffy.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he sniffed his sobs back as he leaned down to cage you, “Can’t you see? None of that fucking matters without you here.” He softly, tenderly moved you from your position on the floor to not disturb your wounds. He sat you up, cradling you against his broad chest and openly sobbed for you.
“When you get better,” he growled into your shoulder, “I will repay you for this. I will pay my debt to you.” His sobs got more desperate, not halting in the slightest when Trafalgar D Water-Law approached the two of you in your embrace.
“Let me get ‘em to the infirmary,” Law offered, gesturing for Bepo to ready the aid kit, “I’ll treat the wounds there-.”
“-I won’t leave them,” Zoro barked over your shoulder, your soft smile tugging at your cheeks in your hazy daze. “Let me go with you, Traffy. I won’t say a damn word to distract you, on my honor.” Law nods, raising his hand and spreading his fingers and offers the two words to switch positions within the infirmary: “Room, Shambles.”
As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you laughed each time Zoro chastised you for your stupidity. Echos of: “There were so many other things you could’ve done instead,” and “You stumbled into that blade like a moron and took that hit for me, idiot.” You giggled through the pain, barely feeling it as Law worked to stitch you together again.
Upon regaining consciousness, you looked to your moss-haired crewmate and offered out your hand to his bicep. His head was bowed, arms crossed over his chest, and was assumed to be napping by your bedside. Feeling your touch, he was roused from his sleep and immediately leaned forward to bring his face beside yours.
“You’re a fucking moron,” he huffed, smiling in a melancholy grin. You laughed at his insult, squeezing his muscle before retracting your hand. As you nearly drew it away to your side, he caught your hand and brought your palm up to his lips.
“My fucking moron,” he confirmed, placing a soft kiss to your palm before using it to cup his face. “I love you.”
Duality: Massacre Soldier Killer
Staring up into your face while remaining silent, resting his masked face on the heel of his palm, he listened to your recount of a very specific childhood injury that left you with an interesting scar on your thigh. Killer’s eyes never left your face, his cheeks beginning to glow warm and vibrant beneath the shroud of his mask.
“So, let me get this straight,” Captain Eustass Kid held his hand in front of his face and gave it a gentle wave to halt your words, “That sick-looking scar wasn’t from any time you served with Luffy, but because you set off a fucking harpoon and speared yourself in the leg with it?”
Killer felt himself swoon at the melody your laugh thrust into the atmosphere. He was ever thankful his blue and white mask disguised how much he was smiling beneath the shroud.
“Yep,” you popped the ‘P’ afterwards, nodding in confirmation as you sat beside Usopp and drew your tankard up to your lips, “But I learnt from it, and it hasn’t happened since.” Killer sighed, his voice almost coming out in a soft moan to reveal his growing infatuation for you. Kid barked out a harsh gaggle of laughter, clapping you on the shoulder with his right hand and gestured for you to reveal it to them.
“Let me see it again, go on,” he chuckled, removing his hand and sitting back on his seat, “Use Killer’s thigh as a prop so we can see it properly. You don’t mind do you, big guy?” Killer absentmindedly and slowly shook his head, tapping his thigh twice with his hand for you to reveal your injury to the captain of the Victoria Punk, himself and your crewmate beside you.
“Alright,” you shrugged, standing beside Usopp and Killer and gently placed your foot atop Killer’s thigh and began hiking up your shorts to your hip, “Feast your eyes, Captain.” Sure enough, an interesting looking scar was revealed on your inner thigh, clear as day and sure as the sea is salty.
“Oh, fucking hells!” Kid gave you a hearty laugh, “You seeing this, big guy?” Kid turned his attention to his first mate, his smile only growing as he noticed the angle of Killer’s mask never left your face. Surprise was immediately thrust into Kid’s eyes, noticing the unwavering resolve in Killer’s posture.
You turned your attention down to the silent and broody first-mate, your face puzzled and eyes searching his mask for any further thought or action. He slowly drew his hands up to clasp around your ankle and calf, holding it firmly as he leaned forward.
“You’re perfect,” he offered in a breathy whisper, stroking your leg and gazing lovingly into your face, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”
Your face flushed with a warmth at his words, eyes widening and looking down at his large hands as they held you so tenderly and delicately within his grasp. Smiling, you leaned forwards and placed your hand over his scarred left forearm with mischief in your eyes, asking him a simple question with a suggestive tone.
“Like what you see then, big guy?” At your question, Usopp nearly choked on his drink. You had never been this bold before, and this came as a shock to your crew’s skilled sniper. He covered his choking with a soft cough, turning away with a downturned smile and stifling his growing laugh.
“So much,” Killer confirmed, gently caressing your calf and looking up at you through half-hooded blonde lashes beneath his mask, “So, so much.”
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neighbor!boynextdoor
neighbor!boynextdoor x fem!reader
genre : slice of life! | wc : 576 words | warnings : mild cursing… only used to get the point across :')
𖤐．omg first post ! soo excited to enter the bnd community here :>
boy #1: park sungho / good boy next door
sungho moves into the room next to you and suddenly all of your friends want to stay at your tiny studio apartment just to get a glance at him
and besides... he's also super nice
will probably will catch your bugs for you if you need him to
he's also the type that will probably come and knock on your door to wake you up if you mentioned that if you need to wake up to do something on a certain day
boy #2: lee riwoo / overly nice boy next door
you probably overheard the landowner saying that there was a dancer moving in next door
and you were probably horrified because a dancer = NOISE
but riwoo is probably a fallen angel bc he is the nicest, sweetest guy out there
probably willing to do anything to stay on your good side and that means ANYTHING
will help you with your groceries if he spots you struggling
shares food if he makes some (and it's usually pretty good)
just there if you need anything (even a shoulder to cry on)
boy #3: myung jaehyun / cute boy next door
your annoying neighbor moves out (thank god) and omg who moves in? this cute lil guy
AND he's friendly as hell
makes really good food
lures you in w the pastries (it's the only way he knows how to land a gal, alright?)
he's such a bright ball of energy and will do anything to make you smile if you're having a bad day
this includes making your favorite pastry and being flustered when you mention that you love him for this
boy #4: han taesan / awkward boy next door
you're probably just attracted to him at first sight (bc who would not be?)
but EVERY single time you've tried to talk to him
it has just been awkward as hell
(later you find out from him that that was bc he thought you were super pretty but do you know that yet??? absolutely not)
would probably try and show his heart a little more by like helping you with heavy packages and whatnot
he's just an awkward lil cat boy
OMG imagine you spot him playing with the stray cats on the street and you genuinely just fall for him even more (and wish that he would act the same around you)
boy #5: kim leehan / party-lover boy next door
thought all of these would be wholesome? yeah no
the worst of the worst moved into the room next to you: a fucking party hoster
what happened to sweet old grandma luu? she moved into a nursing home and kim leehan moved in her place instead
makes your life literally a living hell bc he is so annoying (he probably has a sharp mouth... and then some)
probably pisses you off even more bc he's hot when he snaps back at you
but is he supposed to know that?
absolutely not…. lord
boy #6: kim woonhak / shy boy next door
you suspect he's a uni student that goes to the school that you go to
emphasis on SUSPECT bc you have never like SEEN seen him outside of his room after he moved in, only passing by
he has no interaction with anybody whatsoever
but something about that intrigues you bc you SWEAR that when you passed by him
he was the sweetest looking boy ever
but one day you hear soft crying in the room next to yours
turns out he's just a shy lil engineering major dealing with a crush that he doesn't know how to handle, so you help him through it
takes a while for him to realize that you are the REAL one there and musters the courage to ask you out on a date for your happy ending !
reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated !
© luv-y0urself / 2024
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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - Seungmin x FEM!Reader
cw: some cunty and kinky shit, very hard sex, best friends to lovers, very possessive and hard dom seungmin with a sweet trait (im sorry i love my minnie), bratty reader, you are really a whore, stripper reader, mention of alchool and jealousy, handcuff
sw: hair pulling, choke kink, pinv, cunnilingus, oral (M! receving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, scratching, biting, marking, bit of blood cuz seungmin is very kinky bastard MDNI!
wc: 7k
synopsis: Financially, you are not doing well. In addition to your part-time job, you attend some clubs in the evenings in order to earn a little more money. You do not mind showing off, as you love receiving compliments from men and finding new partners with whom to engage in sexual intercourse in order to satisfy your sexual frustrations. Your closest friend, Seungmin, is unaware of these circumstances. Given his protective nature, it is likely that he would take extreme measures to protect you. One unexpected outcome of the situation is that the individual in question has become a possessive dominant. He unintentionally discovers the extent of your job. This results in a particularly harsh fuck between the two, during which he is merciless. Your initial perception of him was that of a kind and gentle individual. However, upon further reflection, it becomes evident that he is, in fact, a complex and intriguing character. His actions and demeanor often elicit a strong emotional response, including feelings of intense arousal and even physical sensations such as bleeding.
a/n: hiii, I'm writing this since the chanel event! I'm sorry if i take request so sloowly but it's exam ses. now! Hope you will like this, i had fun writing it 🫶🏻🩷 made especially for this cutie @chrizzztopherbang
[ SMUT ]
And yet another day at one of your numerous jobs. In recent times, you have been experiencing financial problems. These have included the payment of university fees, rent, groceries, bills and other essentials. In order to supplement your income, you were engaged in four different occupations: bartender, librarian, and after-school care every other day, and nightclub work on a nightly basis. Your friends were unaware of this aspect of your life, as discussing it caused you considerable embarrassment. Nevertheless, you did not feel any discomfort about it. The practice of tipping for additional services was beneficial, although not all men were agreeable. Some men were able to satisfy the sexual frustrations of the women with whom they engaged in such activities. At this juncture, you found yourself situated in the midst of a professional endeavour, assisting high school students in the enhancement of their GPAs. It is noteworthy that these students held a profound regard for you. Despite the exhaustion that inevitably accompanied the work, you found great satisfaction in your role. As you corrected the mathematics exercises of the esteemed Hana, an Anglo-Korean girl whom you held in high regard and who consistently presented you with exquisite drawings, you contemplated the future once you had completed your current task.
At nine o'clock, you were expected to arrive at one of the clubs in the centre of town for your customary performance. In addition to the attractive remuneration, this job offered another significant advantage: you had always been passionate about dancing, and this was the closest thing to it. However, you had had to cease dancing due to a lack of time and financial resources. Once you had completed the boys' homework and explained a few philosophical concepts and mathematical formulas, you retired to bed, seeking a little peace. Fortunately, the time was still six o'clock, allowing for a period of rest following an already exhausting day. You had studied for college in the morning, worked in the afternoon, and now, in a few hours, you would resume your night work. The peculiar absence of your best friend's customary appearance or telephone call had not yet occurred. At least, he was doing well. Seungmin was your best friend. He exhibited two distinct personas: during the day, he was a polite and affluent individual, displaying considerable intelligence and respect; at night, when he socialized with his friends, he became a kind of Don Giovanni heartthrob. It is undeniable that he possessed a certain allure.
He exhibited a high degree of protectiveness towards you, never allowing other men to be involved in your romantic life. Consequently, he was the first to be unaware of your secret occupation. It is difficult to speculate how he might have reacted, and it may have been for the best that he was not informed. If he ever discovered your secret, he would pursue the men you had been with one by one, and the outcome of this pursuit was uncertain. He would then turn his attention to you, delivering a lecture in a good-natured manner and possibly resorting to other forms of intimidation. Your best friend could instill a sense of fear in him, although he had not learned this from your experience but from that of Jisung, Seungmin's best friend, who had engaged in sexual intercourse with his boyfriend in the latter's car and had been discovered. You still recall his displeased demeanor, and you were disinclined to provoke him further.
However, your premature declaration of triumph was premature, as he had not telephoned but had arrived at your residence shortly before you were about to fall into a deep slumber. The most disconcerting aspect of the situation was the fact that, given that he had been your closest friend for several years, you had provided him with the keys to your apartment. Consequently, there was no need for you to even get up and go to open the door for him, since he had suddenly entered your room in his sports clothes. This was somewhat unexpected, given that he had previously expressed disinterest in the gym. He himself observed your perplexed expression regarding his unusual post-gym attire and appearance. "Good afternoon. Don't look me with such disdain, Changbin hyung is compelling Jisung and Felix and me to engage in training with him because he said that we're too thin," and you were overcome with mirth. The aforementioned ones were notably thin, comprising two endearing, little males with minimal musculature. They appeared to be little fairies, including Changbin, who appeared to possess an exaggerated musculature. Seungmin was considerably taller than the others and had broad shoulders. The image of him working out with them was amusing.
"It is funny to consider the prospect of you engaging in working out with them. It is similarly amusing to contemplate the idea of you engaging in sparring in general, given that you have historically disliked it," you concluded, making yourself comfortable and creating space for your friend to sit next to you on the bed. He gave you a friendly tap on the arm and pouted in a manner that was both endearing and characteristic of him. You had coined the term "Seungballons" to describe this particular pout, as it resembled a balloon. Furthermore, the addition of a kiss-shaped mouth gesture would invariably render one unconscious. You found this behaviour endearing, and it prompted you to engage in a reciprocal act of affection by kissing him on the cheeks. "Ugh, at the end I must concede that it is not without merit. It has been a long-standing thing, one that is difficult to notice due to my tendency to wear baggy clothing. However, I have gained a considerable amount of muscle mass. Look." He said, lifting up the shirts he was wearing, which caused you to be quite shocked since, yes, your friend had two pecs and a well-developed 6-pack. His physical appearance provoked a strong emotional response, yet he was your closest friend and you were unable to entertain such thoughts.
"You must inform Changbin that he has done an excellent job with you," you swallowed, making a feigned smile and drinking some water in an attempt to erase the image of your best friend's partially nude body from your mind – although you did not mind. "I shall do so, and I am grateful to you, my lady." "Tomorrow we're going to a club at night; would you like to come?" he inquired. You froze in your tracks, contemplating the possibility of being discovered. However, they typically did not frequent such places, so you were afforded a degree of protection if your luck did not turn against you. "I would like to inform you that I am unable to attend. I am engaged in a full day's work, and then I must prepare for an imminent exam. Nevertheless, I would be interested to know where you are going, if you do not mind me asking." "I'm uncertain. Binnie hyung informed us that he had discovered a new place and we were curious to learn more about it," Seungmin said thoughtfully, and you felt a sense of relief since you still had the opportunity to withdraw.
However, you were not convinced by your friend's distressed expression; you suspected he was concealing something. "Are you well, Min?" you enquired as you adjusted his bangs. "Yes, and I am concerned about the tastes of some of my hyungs, to be honest," he replied, leading you with him onto the bed and initiating a bout of tickling. That afternoon, your thoughts were not preoccupied with the information your friend had conveyed to you. Instead, you found yourself contemplating his toned, bare chest, devoid of clothing. You had not anticipated his physical attractiveness, particularly given his previous demeanor. You had become accustomed to his puppy-dog appearance, with its endearing, youthful features.
Consequently, you had not considered the possibility that he might have undergone training.
It was evident that the ensemble suited him. Seungmin already possessed broad shoulders, one of your vices being to lean on them whenever you watched a movie or went out. This was a habit that you had developed, but it was not a common occurrence. "Please do not change the subject. I am curious to know what are Changbin's tastes. I apologise for the interruption." You giggled, putting yourself back together. Seungmin blushed slightly, as he was not an innocent individual. His former partners had confirmed this to you, as they had discussed his sexual performance in great detail. However, he was ashamed to discuss certain topics in public or with you, given that you were his best friend. He considered you to be an innocent girl, which you were not. "Let us suppose that he has a penchant for strippers and nightclubs. That is all I am saying, and I am aware that it is a rather embarrassing topic."
He concluded by running a hand over his face, which made you chuckle under your breath.
"As if you had never observed a female without clothes." You made the assertion. Indeed, he had observed numerous instances of female nudity, including those of his romantic partners.
"Affirmative, but I was with them. I am not comparable to the hyung who partakes in adventurous pursuits with women who perform lap dances for him in nightclubs." Had he been aware of this, he would have realised that this was precisely what you did for a living. "You have never even considered fucking a woman you are not in a romantic relationship with and who is not your girlfriend?" you inquired, as you began to manipulate the fabric of his suit. "No, I am ... shy," he replied, biting his lip. He was regarded with a degree of disbelief.
"Are you shy?" you inquired, regarding him with an expression that even he, as your closest friend, could not interpret. "Indeed, I am shy," he replied, displaying a grimace and then playfully shoving you. "You're really peculiar, Kim Seungmin," you pushed him back and then initiated a tickling session, blushing when you felt how well-trained and well-sculpted he was under your touch. While it was not the first time you had touched a well-trained chest, Seungmin's was doing something to you. It is possible that this was due to the fact that he was your closest friend, or perhaps it was because he was distinct from the others you had encountered, or possibly because you were accustomed to seeing him consistently and exclusively as a thin individual with broad shoulders.
It can be posited that, without intending to, you were becoming preoccupied with fantasies about Seungmin to an extent that was inappropriate. Not only had you been friends for years, but he was also one of your closest friends. Despite the fact that you found it difficult to erase certain images of him from your mind, you felt guilty about thinking of him in a certain way. It is also worth noting that your nighttime occupation presented certain challenges. It would be highly undesirable for one of your friends, particularly Seungmin, to become aware of your nocturnal activities. Upon reflection, Seungmin had mentioned attending a nightclub. If he encountered you on duty at one of the clubs where you were a regular, your situation would be untenable. It is unclear how Seungmin perceived you, but it is unlikely that he viewed you as a dancer in one of the clubs that your best friend's best friend held in high regard.
He suddenly inquired as to what attire he should wear, which prompted you to regard him with a degree of disquietude. Your best friend was known to exhibit eccentricities on occasion. "Excuse me, but do I appear to be an expert on nightclubs?" you inquired, your tone indicating a certain anxiety. "No, but as a woman, you might possess the requisite knowledge to dress me in a manner that would impress," he replied, almost shyly, though his demeanor belied his true feelings. "So my dear Min wants to impress some girl?" you inquired, playfully pinching his cheek as you laughed. He regarded you with a look of displeasure. "I am a male, and I have not fucked for several months. I have certain needs. It is undoubtedly challenging for me to refrain from emotional connection during fucks by the way. However, I am unable to resist certain urges. Perhaps at the conclusion of the night, I may be able to elicit a favorable response from someone." he articulated this in a low voice, his hands covering his face. "Are you truly stating that you wish to fuck while being shy Kim Seungmin?" You laughed in his face for the umpteenth time. "What do you want? It would appear that you don't actually fuck since a considerable period of time." He tousled your hair, but watching your expression closely, he reciprocated with a confused one, to say the least.
The issue was that you lacked the ability to lie effectively, particularly in the context of deceiving him. Consequently, you frequently exhibited peculiar facial expressions that he was able to discern with remarkable clarity. "Oh my God, fuck! You fucked with someone and did not inform me of this?" he inquired, his facial expression indicating a greater degree of anger than offense. "That is not true. You are merely imagining these events," you replied, attempting to maintain a neutral expression. "Indeed, you did. You fucked and did not tell me about it. You are aware that you cannot lie to me, Y/N," he said, biting his lip with an expression that was both serious and intense. The atmosphere had become noticeably more intense, with a tangible sense of unease and tension. You were in a compromising situation and had placed yourself in a vulnerable position. You could have been certain that you felt the first drops of perspiration forming on your face. However, you were compelled to terminate the discussion before he reached the crux of the matter. The most expedient course of action was to acknowledge the occurrence, albeit in a circumscribed manner. "It did happen on a few occasions when I was drunk, but it was not a regular occurrence," you stated, attempting to provide a concise account. Nevertheless, he was not inclined to inquire about the incident in question.
"On only a few occasions when you were drunk? Are you insane? What if something had happened to you?" There was the protective Seungmin you wished to avoid. After all, you were grateful for his concern and lack of complaints, yet at times it became unbearable. "Nevertheless, it didn't happen. I am sufficiently mature and prudent to comprehend the implications of my actions, Seungmin," you stated, indicating him with a finger as if to admonish him. "Yes, I am aware of this, but I am concerned about your well-being," he said, grasping your arm and then taking a bite. It can be described as a unique form of affection with which he was expressing his apology to you. "I am aware, Seung, but don't concern yourself; I am fully cognizant of my actions," you smiled at him, taking his face in one hand and placing a kiss on his forehead. "You should return home, as you are in a rather stinking state, Mr. Gym," you playfully admonished him by catching a light tap on the shoulder before he departed your domicile.
The workday was set to be quite lengthy.
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You were profoundly distressed, experiencing considerable discomfort throughout your body. At work the previous night, you were compelled to work an extended overtime shift (for which you were only compensated half of the usual rate). This resulted in a complex set of experiences, including physical pain and a substantial financial reward. You had been obliged to engage in sexual intercourse with two individuals, a task which you found disagreeable, particularly given the lack of excitement involved. However, the remuneration was satisfactory and you did not express any significant discontent. You were aware that the nature of the work was not equitable, yet you found it necessary and on occasion utilised it as a means of alleviating certain cravings. Fortunately, you had acquired the ability to feign an orgasm, which you employed on some occasions, such as yesterday. At the time, you were situated in your bed, surrounded by books for your imminent exam and, in a few hours, you would be required to attend your morning work.
That night, despite your best efforts, you were obliged to attend a club in the centre of town. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was going to take Seungmin and the others to a club in the downtown area, which could very well have been the one you were on duty at that night. However, you had not considered this possibility and your mind was so preoccupied that it kept slipping away. Thus, you were preparing for your exam in a discreet manner, unaware that that night presented the optimal opportunity for you to meet your closest friend, who was likely to be visibly distressed. You would be performing your duties that afternoon, and you hoped that the number of customers would be relatively low, given your limited mobility.
The mere anticipation of returning to work that night provoked a profound sense of distress. It was your hope that no one would request private shows or the other activities that you sometimes found disagreeable. The sole desire was to rest and awaken in a pool of wealth. You arose listlessly to prepare your lunch. It was not feasible to combine work and rest in such a manner, so it was necessary for you to take analgesics and vitamins.
Subsequently, you found yourself engaged in the preparation and service of smoothies and ice cream at your customary café. Your daily routine proceeded as usual. What was not foreseen was the presence of your closest friend at the table you were scheduled to serve. One might inquire as to whether they should not have been preparing for their evening activities. One is prompted to inquire as to the nature of their collective enterprise in a café a few hours before their nightclubbing. You expressed your displeasure at the owner's suggestion that you should hasten to serve the aforementioned table, and furthermore, you were unable to evade the situation, as Seungmin was aware that this was a table that was allotted to you and consistently sat there with the intention of being served.
After a prolonged period of contemplation, you approached them. "Good evening,shouldn't you be getting ready for your clubbingnight ?" you said, your tone sarcastic. Your friend smiled at you and pinched your side. You were inclined to flee. "Jisung is unable to consume alcohol unless he has consumed a meal or a smoothie beforehand," Felix informed him, which elicited a disdainful gaze from the latter. "It is not advisable to consume alcohol with an empty stomach." The boy offered a rationale for his actions, stating that alcohol is absorbed into the bloodstream at a faster rate and that the effects of inebriation are more pronounced. "Is this not the meaning behind frequenting nightclubs? Furthermore, who informed you of this? Your esteemed professor?" the older boy inquired in jest. You regarded them with a peculiar expression, and Seungmin proceeded to elucidate the matter: Jisung had a somewhat unconventional relationship with one of his university professors, characterised by frequent flirtation. "I must respectfully disagree. Minho is a very good teacher," he countered, blushing. Your facial expression was unmistakable. "You are now addressing him by his first name as well," he observed, prompting a general outburst of mirth, particularly the adorable blush on Jisung's chubby cheeks.
"So what can I get for you?" you inquired, cutting the conversation short in order to take their orders and extricate yourself from your friend's company. You were particularly keen to avoid the question of your friend, who would undoubtedly invite you to the evening event.
You had only been present for a few minutes when you observed Seungmin casting furtive glances in your direction and his friends teasing him about something you did not comprehend. It was not known to you that they were teasing him about the fleeting glances he was sending you. "Seungmin, did you notice that you are eating her with your eyes?" inquired Felix, appropriating the cherry from his milkshake. "That is incorrect," he replied, taking a sip from his glass. "Indeed, it is. One might suggest that you ask her out," the blonde continued. "That would be an unusual and somewhat awkward situation, and then I believe she may be involved in a nocturnal affair, or perhaps even a series of them," he said, lowering his head. "And you are jealous! "Which then leads to the question of whether that is what you wish to do tonight," inquired Changbin. "Be silent. It is possible that I am, in fact, jealous. "
The observed behaviour was merely the incessant movement of the lips in an attempt to evade the source of discomfort as soon as possible. Fortunately, the group departed twenty minutes later, and Seungmin offered you a brief kiss on the cheek. This prompted further mirth among his small group of friends, which led you to become increasingly suspicious. Your sole concern was to avoid encountering them in the nightclub where you were on duty that evening. This was your intention since yesterday, precisely since your closest friend informed you of it. Your anxiety regarding the aforementioned issue was greater than your concern about your inability to dance effectively due to the discomfort from the previous night.
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In the midst of your preparations for the imminent show, you were compelled to hastily change your attire. Fortunately, you had already completed your make-up. The evening attire was of a revealing nature, and the dance was expected to be of a vigorous nature. It was therefore hoped that the wearer would not become unwell. Your colleague entered your dressing room and informed you that you were scheduled to perform shortly, prompting you to commence your customary stage performance for adolescent males and middle-aged men.
The only individuals absent were those whom you had anticipated would be present at the club. The only discernible difference was that they observed you, observed you with particular interest, particularly your closest friend, who opened his eyes wide as he consumed no less than two shots in the space of three minutes. "What is she doing there?" he enquired, his fists clenched as he fixed his gaze upon you. "I am sure that there must be an explanation, and perhaps she did not tell you in order to prevent you from worrying," said Jisung, grasping his shoulders behind Changbin, as Seungmin appeared to be on the verge of exploding. "She is undeniably attractive," the shorter individual observed, prompting a withering gaze from the younger one. "Hyung, I strongly advise you not to make any advances towards her. It is already difficult enough for me to refrain from picking her up from the stage, but I assure you that as soon as she leaves for the dressing room, I will not allow her to get away from me." He proceeded to down another shot of vodka.
It is regrettable that upon concluding your nightly performance, another individual followed you into the dressing room and you failed to perceive the presence of Seungmin, who was positioned directly behind you and had abruptly issued a silent threat. Such was the extent of the incident that, upon turning around, you suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak. Your situation was indeed veryscrewed. "Seungmin, I can-" you were abruptly interrupted and led to your dressing room, where he seated you on your personal table. His gaze was one of intense desire, imbued with the combined effects of alcohol and rage. You had never observed him in such a state. "Explain ? What precisely do you wish to explain to me? Explain to me how you have been selling your body without ever having informed me of this?" He said, grasping your waist. This should not have aroused you.
"I am experiencing financial difficulties, and this is the only occupation that offers a satisfactory remuneration," you stated in your defence. "I am indifferent to the matter. I could have provided assistance." You are my property, okay? It is not permissible for anyone to touch you, Y/N." He then proceeded to kiss you with considerable passion and force. This was a source of considerable distress for you, as it deviated from your expectations of the situation. Although you were experiencing a certain degree of pleasure, the situation remained somewhat unusual. His hands were of considerable size and appeared to be an appropriate instrument for caressing. "Why not? Who determined that I am yours?" you inquired in a teasing manner. At this juncture, the situation became increasingly amusing for you as well. "I do now I must erase the memory of that unsanitary contact before I had the opportunity to do so," he whispered in your ear before reaching down into the hollow of your neck and allowing you to ingest the substance. "Seungmin, my legs are fatigued. I am unable to walk," you informed him, indicating your own limitations. "There are numerous other ways to satisfy our mutual desires, and we will address this particular issue at a later time." Furthermore, I am . While I wish to destroy you, I would never take advantage of a woman in this state. It is remarkable that he remained in character as the usual Seungmin knight.
"What do you intend to do in my dressing room?" you inquired, observing as he bent down between your thighs, slipping the suit you had worn for the evening. "I am not certain. I am experiencing a craving, if I may be so bold as to say so." He smiled. That young man, whom you had previously considered to be a potential danger to your sanity. He considered your body to be aesthetically pleasing. He commenced another voracious and ardent kiss. His hands descended in a sweeping motion, tracing a path down your body, cupping your thighs and gradually rising to your buttocks, which he grasped firmly in a vice-like grip. "Your beauty is such that it is unconscionable to wait any further. I want you and I want to play a little," Seungmin stated with a sneer in his voice. He then relocated you to the small sofa, with the instruction to straddle his body. He proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving a series of marks. It was inevitable that he would bite you, as this was a habit of his, apparently. You had learned this from his exes. He was biting you to let you know you were his, biting you until you bled and licking away the mess he was making. This aroused you to a considerable extent. He smiled, indicating that he understood. You were in a state where he was able to act in any way he desired. No other person had ever caused you to feel such an intense sensation of arousal.
"Look at you, you are ready for me to do anything I wish with you." He was unaware of this fact as well.
The young man moved in closer to you, initiating a further passionate kiss as he cupped the back of your neck with one hand and used another to caress your intimacy. The movements were initially slow, but soon accelerated, with your best friend removing your panties and rapidly caressing your clitoris. Once he had become tired, he commenced a lengthy series of kisses on your inner thighs. He then proceeded to grasp your thighs and bring them to his shoulders. He then began to leave kisses on your vagina. "Please do not wait any longer," you said, and Seungmin laughed, then began to lick your cunt in a long, slow motion. He cupped your ass as he massaged them. You had been waiting for that moment since he had laid his thin, large hands on your waist the day before.
"Seungmin, please..." you almost implored him, before arching your back in a series of involuntary gasps, clinging to the back of the sofa as much as you could. You looked at him, pushing yourself harder against his face, craving more and more. He laughed as he observed the reactions he was provoking in you with each of his touches, which only served to intensify his desire to possess you. He grinned as he continued what he had initiated. His hands were firmly harpooned in your bottom and thanks to the pleasure you were experiencing, you had thrown your head back. He laughed again as his tongue continued its work. He found the taste of you on his taste buds to be particularly delicious, sending him into a state of intense pleasure. He was profoundly and passionately in love with you, with every aspect of your being. His nose came into contact with your pubes as a result of the depth of penetration achieved with his tongue. He was enjoying himself to a considerable extent, as evidenced by your moans and the pulling of strands of his hair. Seungmin was not displeased by this aspect of your behaviour; indeed, he found it erotic in a particular way. He smiled as his tongue explored your cavity in slow, circular motions, designed to drive you to a state of ecstasy. Seungmin was mutely enjoying the experience. His sole objective was to ensure your enjoyment. His hands moved to the sides of your thighs, which he struck with resounding slaps. He derived pleasure from leaving his marks, but he would never do anything to harm you; he worshipped you.
Subsequently, his hands moved in a circular motion, grasping your thighs and placing them on your shoulders. His mouth had previously been in contact with your clitoris, but had now moved to sink his teeth into your inner thigh. He derived pleasure from leaving his imprints on you. No one was permitted to touch his woman; you were his and, furthermore, only his. You belonged to him. From his boot emerged a pocketknife, the purpose of which was unclear. However, before this could be determined, he took your labia majora between his teeth and pulled them towards him, pressing them against his mouth in order to suck your clitoris. This was done in a manner that was reminiscent of sucking a straw. He then proceeded to draw a thin line with the blade of the pocketknife, which drew a streak of blood, all the way to your mound. This was driving you to a state of considerable excitation. He withdrew from your vulva, reaching up to begin his work, and began to lick the warm crimson-coloured liquid that was gradually leaking from the wound. Furthermore, the moans of pain and pleasure that you emitted drove him to a state of unparalleled ecstasy. The sensation of your mouth on his own was more fulfilling than any other experience. He proceeded to suck the blood that was dripping from the wound, which resulted in the formation of additional lesions on his breasts, around his nipples, in his groin, and next to his navel. This merely precipitated his orgasm. Furthermore, when he inserted two fingers into your oral cavity, which was already open, he proceeded to stimulate your tongue. "Look at you..., my submissive slut," and smiled.
He sneered as he took your face between his fingers. The painting depicted you in a blood-soaked state. After a brief interval, he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to stimulate your orifice by alternately inserting and withdrawing his digit. This action was performed in a manner that elicited a profound sensation of arousal. Seungmin was intrigued by the prospect of fucking you at that moment. "What is your desire, my princess?" "Not that you are in a position to do much in this state," he said, laughing, in reference to his fingers being inside you. "I want to touch you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the non-stop moaning. "You can do better than that," he winked, then pulled away from you and sat you down on your side, standing up, taking off his pants and sitting by your side. You stood frozen for a while at the sight of its length; it was big and compact. You had never seen one like it before.
"I see you are pleased with it, princess," he said, bringing your face close to his. You had completely perceived what he desired to accomplish. You were fully conscious of his intentions. You were rendered incapable of uttering any further words, as if his imposing stature had rendered you in a state of trance. He then proceeded to rub the tip of his member against your lips, seemingly in a teasing manner. It was not difficult for you to open your lips and initiate contact with the glans. Subsequently, you proceeded to suck the tip and then ran your tongue along the entire circumference and veins. You stimulated the testiculi with your hands, causing him to emit a hoarse moan. When you proceeded to insert him fully into your mouth, until you reached the uvula, you emitted a moan, which caused his member to tremble. This elicited a shrill moan from him. "Fuck, baby like that." He stated that by grabbing your hair and then fucking your mouth, you were certain that you would come one more time if he continued in that manner. Indeed, your assumption proved to be correct. This is precisely what did happen.
"Fuck Y/N, I'm going to come, take [it] off," he said, removing his hand from your hair. However, you had no intention of removing your mouth. You grasped his thighs and thrust his member deeply into your throat, causing him to release inside you with a prolonged, audible moan. You swallowed, licking your lips, and looked at him. "You are incomprehensibly unaware of the effect you have on me," he winked. "I can, however, inform you of the effect you have on me." You giggled and then reached up to his ear and left a kiss underneath. "You caused me to experience another orgasm," you stated with a hint of sneering.
"Well, now, if it pleases you, I would be grateful for a date and to clean you up," he smiled as he led you to your private bathroom. "I would be most honoured to do so, sir," you replied, laughing. This was not the conclusion that could be expected.
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The bucket list of any normale person would not include the experience of being discovered by Seungmin during a night work shift. Nonetheless, the incident had precipitated a transformation in your life. Seungmin, at the time, had persuaded you to cease your employment at a nightclub, he was concerned about your well-being and did not want you to be used as a mere object by men. He had, among other things, offered to provide you with financial assistance until you found a suitable alternative employment. He assisted you in your search for a position that offered comparable income, and he was adamant that it did not involve the exploitation of your body for sexual gratification. Although you initially expressed some reluctance, given your long-standing opposition to his financial assistance, you ultimately consented.
The unanticipated date also occurred. He had extended an invitation to you shortly after your encounter in the dressing room, while discreetly cleaning up the resulting mess. If you were to be candid, you had never considered Seungmin to be a potential romantic partner. However, your perspective had been gradually alter over time. In those days, his friends, who were also your friends, had informed you that he had been casting furtive glances at you and was developing an interest in you. This initially perplexed you, but you eventually became accustomed to it. Additionally, you were required to mentally prepare for the meeting.
You did not deny that you were somewhat anxious; you were uncertain as to the destination he had in mind for that evening. He had instructed you to dress in a manner that was both comfortable and tasteful, yet your anxiety was becoming increasingly pronounced. Following a lengthy shower, you began to peruse your wardrobe, but it was challenging to select an appropriate outfit without any knowledge of the planned destination. Eventually, however, you selected a relatively simple ensemble comprising a black skirt with ruffles, not excessively short, and a top of the same colour that left your shoulders bare with a boat neckline. You wore your beloved wedges. If you had to choose between the latter and heels, based on what Seungmin had told you about elegance and comfort, you would have chosen the latter. Your makeup was minimalistic, your hair was styled in a wavy manner and fell to your shoulders, your necklace was tightly fastened around your neck, and all of your jewellery was in its appropriate place. You concluded your ensemble with a fruity and very sugary perfume, before proceeding to the living room where you would await your no longer best friend.
Seungmin arrived shortly thereafter with a large bouquet of roses, which was in keeping with his reputation as a gallant man. You smiled, recalling that he had not been in bed with you, especially after the knife performance. He said, "For you, my princess," and then kissed you on the lips. The anticipation of the evening's events had been palpable, yet the simplicity of the act itself evoked a profound sense of emotional resonance. The culmination of this experience was the tender kiss beneath the earlobe, accompanied by the words, "I hope you are well-prepared, as we have a long night ahead of us."
It was your firm conviction that, had he spoken to you in such a manner throughout the evening, you would have been so aroused that you would have removed your underwear, even in the absence of any physical contact. In point of fact, you emitted a sigh before placing the roses in a vase with water and accompanying him to the vehicle. It was a revelation to you that the vehicle in question was of considerable dimensions. Furthermore, it was acknowledged that Seungmin appeared particularly attractive that evening. He was attired in a black tank top and loose-fitting black pants. His appearance was enhanced by a leather jacket and jewellery. His footwear consisted of ankle boots with a half-heel, which were as black as the rest of his outfit. His hair was slightly gelled and curly. He was a man of considerable qualities and attributes. You licked your lips, and he observed this, offering you the opportunity to do so. It was inevitable that he would drive you out of your mind as soon as he was able to do so.
It was undeniable that the car ride had contributed to the evening's events. He held your thigh tightly in his hand and massaged your skin, occasionally reaching under the fabric of your skirt. He was aware that it was having a positive effect on you, and you were similarly gratified by the experience. He experienced a sense of predatory intent, like a predator with a vulnerable prey in its grasp.
The evening was progressing in a pleasant manner. He had escorted you to a modest restaurant situated on a hill and you had partaken in a sumptuous meat dish accompanied by an excellent wine. It was evident that he had not failed to take the opportunity to cast you certain glances as he sipped the vin rouge in the glass. He continued to direct his gaze towards you in a manner that was becoming increasingly intimidating. The conversation proceeded smoothly, and you had always enjoyed his company. The topics were diverse and engaging, even when a situation had developed between you that couldn't be defined with a specific term. However, it appeared that Seungmin had anticipated your thoughts, as he initiated a discussion on the matter. "In light of the fact that this is a full-fledged date, I would suggest that we elevate the status of our relationship in boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't think there is any necessity for a dating, as I am aware of your preferences," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of wine. "I agree, with the exception of one point: you are not sufficiently acquainted with me to have discerned my clandestine activities." You provoked him, aware of how the topic would arouse his jealousy. "I had not expected you to go that far." "I have consistently regarded you as my princess and hoped that you would eventually request my assistance." He wrinkled his nose. "Minie, it is important for me to be able to provide for myself. I am grateful for your assistance, but upon securing employment, I would prefer that you cease your help, okay?" you smiled with a pout in response.
"Perhaps should I pay and could we go to my place?" he enquired, smiling, before wiping his lips and rising to his feet. You proceeded in a similar manner, but were prevented from doing so by him. He took your hand and kissed it before leading you to the exit. "This dinner is a date, and I pay as usual. You are my girlfriend, and I will treat you properly," he said, making you blush. The gentleman in question exhibited admirable conduct and etiquette when interacting with women. He was adept at treating women with the respect and consideration they deserved. It is worth noting that, in addition to the aforementioned bedroom activities, you had also gained an understanding of his somewhat eccentric behaviour outside of the bedroom. Subsequently, you awaited his return outside the restaurant. He reappeared shortly thereafter, accompanied by a second bottle of red wine. "It was an excellent meal, and I have a plan for tonight. You'll see what I'm capable of, my dear," he said, chuckling, and then led you to the car and took you both to his house.
To say that he did not even allow you the opportunity to survey the surroundings, despite your intimate familiarity with the house, was an understatement. He immediately lifted you up and carried you to his bed. He then disappeared and returned with two goblets of wine. This night will be indelibly etched in your memory. You watched as Seungmin removed his jacket and black shirt, leaving the vision to his well-defined abs and the glittering necklace he wore. Upon observing him take a sip of wine after nearly entirely stripping himself of his clothing, you were compelled to concede that his actions caused your entire body to tremble. Your panties were soaked by now. "Well, princess, now undress for me," he said, grinning and licking his lips. He then lay on the bed with one hand behind his head and one holding the goblet. By this point, the positions had been reversed, with the man on the bed observing your every movement, while you knelt in front of him, removing each item of clothing until you were completely naked in front of him.
"How magnificent, come closer," he murmured. You advanced on all fours towards him, matching the naked intimacy of your body with his own, which was still fully clothed. He observed you for a prolonged period of time, as if he wished to eternize your image in his memory. You smiled and shuddered as he initiated a gentle caress of your form. He proceeded to caress your cheek, shoulder, and breasts in that order. He then proceeded to grasp the other breast with his free hand, having previously placed the cup on the table. He began to massage it at a slow and deliberate pace, appreciating the substantiality of your skin. He then proceeded to tease your nipple with his fingers before pouncing on it with his lips and attending to the other one as well. One hand, which had previously been positioned behind the back of your neck, now moved to your waist, where it began to caress it. His touch was so seductively overwhelming that it left you breathless. He applied pressure to your hip while his lips played with your breasts. He then moved to your shoulders, biting and branding them. Your hands were clenched in his shoulders, scratching them lightly as you rubbed your vulva against the covered flap of his pants. "Wait a moment, I would like to feel you on me," he whispered in your ear.
He separated your bodies for a brief moment, then proceeded to undress completely, thereby allowing your intimacies to collide. "How about riding me?" he inquired, smiling and winking. Your lips parted in astonishment at the mere suggestion. It is highly unlikely that you would have survived the night. Seungmin was like a mermaid, whose enchanting song was designed to captivate and enthrall. You swallowed and then nodded in agreement. You applied gentle pressure to the head of his penis between your labia, causing you to pant and elicit a moan from the major. He had brought one arm back behind your head, while with the other he held you firmly to himself, increasing the contact. You lowered yourself fully onto him, allowing him to enter you completely and fuck, which he did with considerable force. Your moans intermingled, accompanied by a soft exclamation of "Fuck!" from him. "Your cunt is both tight and warm, which feels very good. You should begin moving," he instructed, and you proceeded to comply with his order. Normally, such an act would have been loathed by you; however, with him, it was all so natural.
As he stroked your hips, you had begun to move at a slower pace. It was a sensation that had never been experienced before with any other partner. It seemed as though Seungmin possessed an innate understanding of the precise locations and techniques required to touch you. Your movements became increasingly rapid, and your nails were driven into his back. "Min, I am coming. I can feel it. My thighs are burning. Please, accelerate the pace!" You were teetering on the brink. "No, not yet," you grunted, then switched positions. You vocalised your displeasure when he withdrew from your embrace, experiencing a sense of emptiness. At this point, you were positioned beneath him as he proceeded to penetrate you, his imposing physique towering over you.
You were certain that an orgasm would be imminent, given his position atop you as he thrust forcefully into you. However, he appeared to hold a different opinion, indicating that he was not interested in facilitating an orgasm. He maintained that it was still too early for such a response. This is why he was withdrawing from you, leaving you with an empty sensation. "Please, Seung, I can no longer endure this," you implored him. Only after pushing with an animalistic force in you he grant you the permission to come. "Your warmth and tightness are so arousing...come for me," he whispered, allowing you to release yourself around him. He informed you that they had not yet reached the conclusion of the act. He then proceeded to turn you over onto your stomach and began to leave bites and marks along your back, tracing a trail of them all over your ass. He proceeded to lick and lap at the area between your buttocks, causing you to moan. Nevertheless, you still had some residual sensitivity from the previous orgasm.
You were unable to say anything as he sank back into you, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling it toward him as he thrust violently and abused your cunt. You arched your back and rolled your eyes, no one had ever caused you such intense pleasure. "Ah... Seungmin... please..." you moaned one final time before coming again. "Who gave you permission?" he demanded, thrusting himself at an astonishingly rapid pace. It was relatively simple for you to reach your third consecutive orgasm that night. "Seungmin, I am about to..." The words were barely audible.
"Come with me," he groaned, and then proceeded to ejaculate into you and you after him, now exhausted. "I will procure the necessary cleaning supplies for you," he murmured, then caressed your side and proceeded to retrieve a cloth that had been soaked in warm, damp water to clean you. He then tied your hair into a braid and made you a cup of hot tea after dressing you in a pair of clean briefs and one of his shirts. "You look so adorable," you murmured, attempting to relax on his chest. "That is the least I can do after making you come how many times?" he said, laughing as he pinched your side. "Three, but now do not boast, sir," you gave him a tongue-lashing. "Do all gentlemen do it rough?" you burst out laughing.
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I saw this super hot biker dude on my way home and I was wondering if you could make me like him? I’ve always been a nice guy but I want to experience life as a total bad boy. I mean everything, the muscles, the tattoos, the straight promiscuous sex, being in a gang doing crime. All the bad boy biker things. You think you could make me that way dude?
I actually haven’t done much with bikers. I don’t really know why, but besides that one wolverine based transformation I haven’t so much as mentioned bikers. I suppose it could be because I’m slightly obsessed with jocks and tend to focus on them more than others but it’s not like I haven’t reported on different transformations, like surfers, dilfs, and even greasers before. Yet I’ve almost never mentioned bikers before, and I’ve absolutely never turned someone into one. There's a first time for everything though, and bikers are really hot. However, before we turn you into a bad boy biker we need to figure out how you’re going to become one. Most of the transformation methods I have on hand are jock based. But… There is one thing I have on hand that would be perfect for you.
It’s a motorcycle. Yes I own a motorcycle. It’s not really mine, I’ve never ridden it or used it. I actually inherited it from an Uncle, but that’s another story. I haven’t got a clue on how to ride it, and if I was going to use a motorcycle I’d probably use something else. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a well made machine, and it looks cool as hell, but if I were to put the key in the ignition and start the engine… while you can probably guess where this is going.
It won’t happen all at once. It’s going to be a more gradual than you’d think. You’ll gain muscle slowly over the next few weeks, just slowly enough that it seems less like magic and more like an unexpected growth spurt. The mental changes will go at about the same rate, with you slowly losing old interest over the next few weeks, replacing your geeky hobbies with more… biker appropriate ones. You’re going to end up with a fascination with motorcycles, a love of beer, and a knack for getting into trouble. The most starling change will probably be the tattoos, as I believe they’ll just appear towards the end of your transformation. In a matter of weeks you’ll go from a skinny nothing to a beefy, beer guzzling, motorcycle obsessed, pussy fucking leader of a biker gang. Yes, you’ll be the leader. You’ll probably attract a gang quickly without much effort too. People are gonna be drawn to you, your sheer badass manliness.
No more mister nice guy for you. From here on out you’re anything but fucking nice.
**hey there guys! Hope you like the Biker TF. It was nice to try something new. And it gave me an idea for the mystery uncle I mentioned. Enjoy!**
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HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE TO BIGOLAS DICKOLAS MORNINGWOOD OF ARMAGEDDON WINTER 2023 EXCLUSIVELY
#trigun stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#armageddon#armageddon winter 2023#not to be a lesbian but holy shit. holy fucking shit.#TJIS IS THE GAYEST IVE FELT IN SEVEN LONG AND LONELY MONTHS#idk if u have a tumblr whoever u are but oh my god thank u for. existing??!?#idk how to talk to people?? i wouldve asked u ab ur punisher bc??!? it is utterly Impressive i am so serious#and i wouldve asked u for ur url if u had one for rhe kost aroace reasons possible (i call my intense aesthetic attraction lesbianism)#and BOY were you fucking!!!! attractive!!!!!!#AND YOU SMELLED LIKE SMOKE HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIT#trigun#cosplay#post#mine#2023#auckland#aotearoa#new zealand#I JUST NOTICED U FINALLY GAVE HIM ARCH SUPPORT
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you never really want to be asking yourself "how was i THE EXCEPTION for necrophilia accusations" but here i am
#dear god do i have an update for some friends. however i do not have time for the full story so if you can guess who this is about#i'll tell you all about it in a few weeks. when i'm done with this awful project#and if you're thinking ''kaz what the fuck.'' oh boy#it gets worse!#however i will say.#out of all the people to wrongly accuse of being a necrophiliac#i'm probably the most likely one#like at one point i had to state i WASN'T attracted to corpses#and half my friends were surprised about that fact#persimmon's rambles
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#csa warning for tags#goddd being raped at 6ish and brutally bullied is a hell of a combination#i was the one kid in not only my grade but multiple above and below me as well that the boys would dare each other to 'ask out'#absolutely CONSTANTLY. like jesus#by the time i was raped i'd already been bullied pretty badly for a while. including being constantly told i was ugly by all the boys#which is like. a huge reason i was raped in the first place. i still dont know who it was but i can only assume he took advantage of me#being constantly bullied to abuse me. as child rapists so often do#but like i was always the one that would be 'asked out' as a dare bc why would any of them want to talk to me#it was so inconceivable that any of them could want to be near me let alone 'go out' with me. they didn't even bother trying to hide the way#they laughed. like they didn't try to hide it bc they knew no one would do anything#and this happening to me fucking constantly for years on end throughout my ENTIRE childhood. that fucks with you man#like i dont think its even possible for anyone to like being around me at all. let alone find me attractive#there's still never been a single person who's had a crush on me or whatever#like all my friends have stories about annoying boys having crushes on them when they were younger. and what does it say about me that im#the complete opposite. and like it's so stupid because who fucking cares what 10 year old boys thought in 2016 but it really really fucks#you up bad man. like if anyone ever does come to be attracted to me for whatever reason i dont think im ever going to be able to believe it#i'm always going to be waiting for the joke to end and them to start laughing. i'll always be waiting for the other shoe to drop#and the worst part of it all is that i fucking want to be raped again#being raped as a little kid is the only time anyone has ever wanted me. it's the only time i've ever been desired. and i dont even like sex#but it's just the only time anyone has ever loved me in a non parental way#like i have one crush story to all my friends'. and it was a grown man that raped me when i was little#and i want to be raped again so fucking badly not because i would enjoy it but because it would prove that someone actually fucking wants me#i want to be sexually harassed and not in the way i usually am. i want to be catcalled and have to be scared walking around alone#i want men to grope me and say disgusting things and rape me because then i would finally be fucking wanted#it would prove that i'm actually likeable in some capacity. that i still am#im so scared that now that im grown im just a lost cause. because i was only desirable when i was little. now im just nothing#and i know i shouldnt even care but its so fucking hard to shake. i just want someone to love me#and i love my mom so much but i want them to love me because they want to and not because they have to#rambles#vent
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have been and will continue to be offline but im popping in just to tell you all that i am once again thinking about bryce and his instant attraction to jensen purely bc he looked like a badass bitch. the piercings, the tattoos, the fucking MOTORCYCLE literally just stab him through the heart. he literally didn't even care if jensen turned him down just the chance to be in his presence was enough
#i will always be thinking about people like rolling their eyes at jensen and bryce being together#bc bryce is this insanely conventionally attractive person and jensen is uh.. jensen#but he is literally bryces type to a t like bryce was mentally on his hands and fucking knees the first day jensen walked in#bryce didnt see the bike until later and BOY did he need a min#the first day the hints were just the piercings + tats showing under his scrubs#but when he found out ab the bike???#he needed a moment#(yes i have the scene planned if you want to ask)#bryce lahela × jensen valentine#bryces type is people who seem like theyd would be or just are a little mean to him#(not actually mean but sarcastic and deadpan and brutally honest yk)#jensen valentine#bryce lahela
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It’s so fucked that the main source of unease I felt building up over the past several months was me feeling pressured to perform femininity to be seen as desirable to other people. It was never ever said said out loud in that space but I could FEEL it and I never knew until it was pointed out to me.
#it’s so agonizing to want to purposely appear desirable and never feeling like you’ll measure up#compared to everyone else#because of eurocentric beauty standard bullshit#like unironically a giant portion of those people in there were white/white passing/fell nearly within those lines#and it was fucking with my head so so bad. because I don’t have ‘dainty faerie like’ (heavy air quotes) facial features#a good portion of what exacerbated the problem is that I have a very good feeling that most of how those people are acting#or how they’re trying to appear physically#is them trying extremely hard to look sexually attractive to that individual#now mind you I’m sure that isn’t all of them but fuck#feels like shit too when you’re very much brushed past 80% of them time on the rare occasions you take a selfie#for the ‘pretty boy with socially favored facial features’ (even heavier air quotes here)#it’s for the best that I’m not in there anymore#some of those people were annoying as shit anyway abd a select few are on my shitlist forever. which could be an entire nother post lmao#and believe me that’s a big fuckin deal. do you know how hard it is for me to outright have vehement hatred towards people??#im not even trying to appear all angelic and pure n shit here I just have a hard time not trying to think positively of people#something something people pleasing tendencies adjacent shit#ESPECIALLY because someone from that space went outta their way to harass my friend. as far as I’m concerned the majority is gutter trash
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Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while
#Keep ur trashy comments to yourself#It's not even ugly! It's just not the conventional anime style so you deem it ugly. That's so fucking sad of you#You're the type of person who sees a piece of art and is like OMG WERE THEY ON DRUGS?!?!?!?!?!#Idk I think the art style is very fitting for the gigantic world Oda has built#People are allowed to be ''ugly'' because not all of us were born to be models. Shock and horror I know#(this is NOT aimed at the ppl who critque the way Oda draws women (to a degree...) bc I agree he could've done the same for women as he doe#The men by giving them way more diverse features and body shapes)#No this is aimed at the ppl who think the style as a whole is ugly and demean it bc it doesn't suit their tastes#Meanwhile their taste is the most conventional cookie cutter bland pretty boy/girl bullshit out there#(I say to a degree up there bc I think ppl go way too far with the criticisms like the one person who posted the Charlotte family identical#Sisters and went LOOK HOW SIMILAR THESE WOMEN ARE ODA SUCKS when they were MEANT to look similar)#^ yes that is an actual post I saw in like 2018 or 2019 when WCI was reaching its end in the anime and it made me die laughing#There are dozens of other examples you could've given but no. You intentionally chose the triplets (quintuplets? It's been a hot minute)#Rebecca and Nami and Vivi and Shirahoshi all having the exact same face with different hair? No I will use the identical twins as proof#What a unique way to undermine your own argument bc I was with you up until that#Anyway yeah the more I think abt the more I think the live action sucks actually for getting rid of Sanji's eyebrows bc they'd 'look bad'#Who cares? It's part of his design. You are cutting off parts of his character. Same w/ Usopp's nose.#Who fucking cares if it would have looked 'bad' or 'ugly'? Is that all you guys really care about? Keeping up appearances???#I'm so sick of the shit I like getting 'remade' to appeal to people who will never actually appreciate why stuff looks the way it does#It's so shallow I hate it#<- yes I'm still bitter about what they did to my boy WW in the three guns reboot iykyk#And Livio and Razlo for that matter. What the FUCK was that about#Idk maybe it's cuz it's something I recognized in myself and attempted to squash so it's frustrating seeing other ppl do it#And again obvs Oda isn't perfect w/ this either as he draws evil women as fat old hags and his protags as skinny and beautiful#Or how he thinks not following ur dreams will make u ugly and fat and following ur dreams will make u conventionally attractive#I get it. Storytelling method. But u can do better. Use colorschemes instead of physical attributes or something like Veneer does
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i need to get spitroasted.
#ugh. what does a boy thing have to do to get filled from both ends 🙄#nsft#t4t nsft#bluebaby speaks#thinking about a couple of my friends and how we May be going to a con and meeting for the first time.#one of them i’ve already fucked. the other i haven’t but i think they’re attracted to me as well#bc i posted a pic on twitter bc testosterone is magic and they were like “you look really good”
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You know. Sorry for another sporadic unprompted post about that friend who has caused me so much trauma in the past year. But I remember this one time his old high school friend I met once, he's really nice I liked him a lot. Cool guy. But he lives far away so they don't meet up a lot but they text. One time he sent this friend some pictures of us that were taken at a cooking class that he'd been bothering me into going to despite that it was all the way in Boston, there was a lot of walking to get to it, etc. And I was like constantly feeling sick and run down and exhausted from having Covid recently. He texted his friends those pictures of the two of us and his friend asked "Are you and Diana dating lol" like pretty innocently but honestly curious.
And he just replied "Are you fucking high" and he showed me and told me about it. Like. Like it was uncomfortable for HIM to be asked that.
Like his response isn't SUPER INSULTING TO ME.
#and also just really fucking mean to that friend. like???? WHO TALKS LIKE THAT TO SOMEONE#his friend was like 'oh lol sorry. but itd be cute if you were' like why make him ashamed of asking a normal ass question???#the way this guy was possessive over me and entitled to my constant attention youd THINK he was my fucking boyfriend#this anecdote is actually a good example of how even if you just do smth completely normal (in this case asking a question)#but he doesn't like it he'll just turn it on you and make you feel wrong or crazy. FOR NOTHING#he doesn't reflect at all on the insulting unthinking ways he treats ppl either. why would he? he's always right#and if he's ever not right it's always someone else's fault somehow.#that's why i can't bring up any of this shit to him. his response is always 'well you couldve just told me' but no#NO ONE CAN TELL YOU ANYTHING BC YOUR ANGER AND EMOTIONS ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S RESPONSIBILITY!!!#motherfucker has no idea what the word imposing means#tales from diana#i truly loathe this little boy bitch baby#'are you fucking high' it's funny bc that makes it sound like he'd never be attracted to me#it's very likely he was. i hate to be like this but im not FUCKING UGLY AND HATED BY EVERYONE?? UNLOVABLE???#im found attractive by ppl pretty often and im not offended by it.#but hed get so weird whenever someone expressed interest in me#one time he humiliated this guy i barely knew by telling him he knew that guy asked me out for valentine's day.#the fuck???? why are you making that guy explain it to you??? it wasn't WEIRD. i just said no you FREAK#makes human beings feel ashamed of human emotions bc he doesn't have any of his own.
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