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swagmancer · 3 months
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Hazbin really does have mid-2010s energy all over it, Emperor’s New Clothes by P!atD just came on shuffle and my immediate thought was “Alastor-ass song”
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whspermy-name · 5 months
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Cringely bejng an anime girl in pookies comments 😔😔
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darth-sonny · 1 year
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Okay, so something i need to ask before my mind wipes the thing like a dirty whiteboard; DOES Big Mama know what Four IS Leo? I mean, it's obvious that she doesn't really.. appreciate the turtles, much less the one that keeps foiling her plans, does she know that her champion, her adopted-slash-fostered SON, is one of the 'turtly-boos' that she knows she should never underestimate? Did she only start loving him as a parent when she got to know him, or she just thinks he's anotha turt? 💗 ur AU
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yes, Big Mama knows (has known since the beginning) that Four is Leo. despite his feral state, his bloodlust, and the...radical changes to his body, she knew that he was the turtle who managed to con the ultimate conwoman when she first laid eyes on him. it's one of the biggest reasons why she brought him back to the Nexus in the first place
Big Mama originally treated Four as a money cow, another champion for the ring, before she got attached and now lovingly coddles the heck out of him
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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 months
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"Riles, how about I do what you do, and you do what you do?"-the credits should have rolled at that point in Girl Meets Belief, because its a good message on religious belief's, but nooo, this episode wants to force belief's down people's throats so can't have that be the message.
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clown-demon · 7 months
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Writes in the book, 'this book belongs to Nikolai Gogol.' HIS NOW.
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kitsnicket · 1 year
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B is the rightful owner point blank because finders keepers and that’s that
^ this
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jrueships · 1 year
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NOOOOOooooo!!! s A U C E is the TWINK!!!! SAUCE is the TWINK 😭😭😡🤬‼️‼️‼️‼️
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pirateborn-a · 1 year
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[ TUG ]:          sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. (the 'stache bc he's little but also a brat)
THINGS DONE WITH HAIR
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✧.    “ Ow— ow, ow, ow, ow— ”    he winced at the boy's —  a baby  — actions. How could something so small have so much strength ?  Technically, it didn't really hurt. Nothing compared to, say, being stabbed. But his only slightly exaggerated actions seemed to be amusing the child, and so he kept them up.
     Seemed to. He was laughing, so that was a good thing, right ?  Roger could never tell for sure. Although no matter what the rest of the crew thought —  from the way they hoovered whenever he held the baby  ( the current role of watcher falling upon Rayleigh )  — he did have some knowledge on how to handle a baby. Even if, admittedly, his last experience was mostly just watching Rayleigh take care of a few after he'd nearly dropped the two he was carrying into a nearby canal. But still !
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“ I think he likes me, ”   he chirped cheerfully, tilting his back towards his first mate with a bright grin as he adjusted his hold on Shanks —  it'd said his name was Shanks  — to hold him in his arms more steadily as he'd been shown; his own head dragged along with the movement as the grip on his mustache never flattered.
     He couldn't help his expression from softening just a touch as he looked down as much as he could, bringing a hand up to gently brush some stray strands of what little red hair the child had out of his face. Mother of seas, he was so small. It took the boy's entire hand to grab just one side of his mustache. How could anything possibly be so small ?  It made a part of him wish to tuck Shanks safely into his pocket where Roger could forever watch over him, as odd as the thought was.
“  ...I don't want him to let go, Rayleigh, ”   he muttered, a quiet confession as his smile dimmed with realization,   “ Our ship is no place to keep a child, I know, I know. And yet... I don't want him to let go. ” 
     He repeated it more surely, with sinking heart. He didn't want to let go, his arms curling ever-so-slightly more around Shanks without even noticing. They weren't fit to care for a child; the Sea, especially those of the Grandline, were unforgiving at best. That wasn’t even mentioning their countless enemies—
     Yet, he couldn't help but feel slight panic rise at the idea of letting the child go.
“ It was fate, wasn't it ?  We claimed the treasure. We claimed the treasure he was in for ourselves, Rayleigh, ”   the words falling out more hurriedly,   “ He's our treasure. He's my treasure. My crew. What kind of captain would I be if I abandoned one of my own ?  Or what if someone finds out where he's from ?  I don't give a damn, but we both know the Government's run by bastards. Sure, Garp knows, but—  Garp's Garp, ”   he thought he heard Rayleigh say something, but he couldn't quite tell. All he could focus on was how small the boy was. So small and fragile. They could watch over him, couldn’t they ?  Or would that make things worse ?  Did it matter ?
“ Worse yet, what if he's lonely out there ? ”    the mere idea brought a shiver down his spine and cold pit in his stomach, bringing the boy closer to his chest,    “ I can't do that to someone. Being lonely is a fate worse than death. No, it wouldn't happen, people would love him— i mean, look at him !  He's adorable, how could anyone say no to this pudgy face ?  But Rayleigh, what if he is— ”
     Another sharp tug at his face broke him out of his ramblings. To his horror, Shanks looked as though he were a breath away from crying. Immediately, Roger brought back the smile to his face, quietly hushing the child and clumsily rocking him in his arms the way he'd seen some others do on the streets before. He wasn't... really sure what purpose it served, but a sigh of relief fell past grinning lips as it seemed to work. Perhaps it was akin to how the waves rocked their beds each night. A child of the sea, just like any other one of them.
     Either way, he'd be sure to be more careful in front of Shanks from then on.
“ We'll decide his fate together come morning, ”   he declared resolutely, keeping his face down at the boy because he already knew what he'd see written on Rayleigh's expression if he looked.
“ Shanks, ”    he tried the name on his tongue, wondering if held any meaning he didn’t know of,   “ Did you know your name is Shanks, lad ? ”   did he ?  He didn't know if babies even knew their own names, just that they needed others. Shanks couldn't survive on his own. He needed protection, so why couldn't it be Roger the one to protect him ?  He had to have found Shanks for a reason if fate made it so their paths crossed. It was fate, and who were any of them to deny that ?
“ No matter what happens, ”   his voice a murmur, steady and resolute as he gingerly traced his thumb on the boy’s head, his smile warm like sunlight,   “ You're going to be alright, Captain Roger's going to make sure of it. That’s a promise, okay ? ”
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sixth-destroyer · 6 months
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Emperor's New Clothes || Panic! At The Disco Lyrics
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osaemu · 6 months
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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜
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.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance
contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !
author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎
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satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.
that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.
gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!
gojoslittleslut: notice me pls
"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl— oh, fuck, what is that?"
you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.
gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~
satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.
suguru-geto: he has a gf ...
gojoslittleslut: yeah
gojoslittleslut: me
you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend. 
satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.
eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.
toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day
inumaki: we know gtfo
gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?
toji-fushiguro: bet
"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments. 
satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).
your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"
satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.
he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.
satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"
"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.
"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."
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delcakoo · 11 months
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So not sure if those short fics are wonki only but i was hoping you’d write on hee seeing you wear another members hoodie pls? Ty!
LOL i write for everyone but my anons seem to be wonki biased,, (jus like me tho)
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“hee, i was trying to watch someth-mmph,” your boyfriend’s lips cut yours off rudely, similarly to his body that crushes yours as he wraps around you like a koala.
“netflix can wait, no?” he mumbles against your jaw, sharp nose digging into the soft skin of your cheek. “boyfriend’s first.”
sighing in defeat, your phone is thrown lazily across the couch before you’re returning heeseung’s embrace, smiling at the content groan he releases once your arms encase him. he’s milliseconds from moving back up and sneaking another kiss, only for his peripheral vision to slowly fall across a seemingly new, unidentifiable green hoodie covering your torso.
he frowns; it definitely isn’t his, and you usually tell him when you get new clothes..
meanwhile — waiting rather impatiently for the kiss he initiated first — your brows furrow. “what?”
not offering a response, heeseung cranes his neck down to sniff the soft material, frowning when the comfort of your scent is nowhere to be found. “baby, where’d you get this?” he inquires, tone laced in utter confusion.
you blink, shrugging absentmindedly. “it was just.. lying on the floor. finders keepers, losers weepers.”
he immediately pouts, bambi eyes turning down sulkily as he grips onto the hoodie’s sleeve. “baby,” he repeats in a whine, “my room is only a few steps away. this looks like jake’s.”
“well.. i was tired and cold and you took too long making snacks.” you attempt to defend yourself, despite knowing damn well your boyfriend may as well break the record for fastest ramen-maker after the countless times he’s served you both.
either way, heeseung spares your pathetic rebuttal, instead squirming out of your arms to pace over to his bedroom with quick strikes and a determined huff. the whole time, you send him whines and complaints from the couch, scolding him for leaving the cuddle session early — even more so when he disappears behind the door accompanied by noisy clacks of coat hangers knocking each other.
“finally,” you grumpily announce once he returns, arms extending to make grabby hands along the way. however, when you try to pull him back onto the couch, the bastard moves away, pointing at the purple hoodie in his grasp stubbornly.
“nuh-uh, hoodie off first,” heeseung demands.
“but hee, i want—“
unfortunately, you’re interrupted once more by a strict glare. “you can have cuddles when you aren’t wearing my bandmates clothes.”
his stubbornness always wins, apparently. as you accept defeat, you roll your eyes while yanking the material over your head. “so dramatic..“
heeseung doesn’t seem to mind your jab, much too busy smiling cutely as you pull his hoodie on instead, snickering at how it looks way bigger than usual. even more so when you expectedly gaze up at him, opening your arms and humming when he falls into them at last.
suddenly, heeseung’s spinning around so you’re the one perched up on his lap, deer-like eyes scanning over you in adoration. “there’s my baby,” he pecks your lips through mumbles, thumb rubbing your cheek to enhance his affection. “so pretty in my clothes.”
your lips descend to gently find a home against his neck — though you never admit it’s really to hide the blush arising from his words. “yours is more comfy, n’ it smells like you.”
he grins, a veiny hand moving up to run through your hair. “good. i plan to pull the hyung-card and make sure no hoodies are lying around here except mine from now on.”
you can only laugh, despite knowing that he’s not exactly joking.
hi loves my exam-fried brain produced this so i apologize for any errors <\3
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fangsbleed · 2 years
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tags pt 1, basics
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lovelinoss · 3 months
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nonidol!seungmin x afab!reader
college!au
Warnings : smut. MDNI!! adult content below, brat tamer seungmin?, use of pet names, enemies to lovers trope?, unprotected sex (no not do this), tutor seungmin, etc.
a/n : this has been stored in my drafts for so long unfinished.. but i decided to finish it and its so bad?! im gon sob. Butttt… my inbox if always open for req so feel free to ask !
wc: 5k (5,069)
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“Can’t you see where you’re going?!” the guy in front of you said. More like above you, since you were on the floor with your books everywhere and your spilled coffee to the side. It was so embarrassing, trying to get into the library’s “office” room for people who study or work to get some work done when you ran into this guy on his way out.
I mean what a jerk, right? It was your fault, but a person who was thinking straight and is a decent human being would have said “it’s okay” and help you up!
The concrete floor was cold, the winter days adding more of this chilliness. Your bottom hurt from the fall. You just looked up at him to see his face in an annoyed scrunch. He noticed you staring and he met your gaze. He sighed.
“C’mon, get up,” he said, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You looked between him and his hand. You reluctantly reached out for it, grasping his hands. He tugged backwards for you to get up.
“Thanks.. i guess,” you said, dusting off your coat and crouching down to pick up your books.
“Is that how you thank someone?” He said, catching you off guard. You stood up after picking up your books.
"What?" You responded, staring at him. He raised his eyebrow, making it seem like he was intimidating you.
"Want me to say it again?" he said, crossing his arms with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "is. that. how. you. thank. someone?"
"Fucking no!" you yelled out of frustration. "What as in is that something to say to someone? Are you this rude on a daily basis?"
“Whatever,” he shrugged, bumping into your shoulder as he left his own way. That was so obvious that it was on purpose! You could feel the way he smirked once he walked away.
What the fuck. Who even was he?
You’re mind was on this random guy the whole time you were trying to study. Trying to right down your notes in your notebook would just lead you back to slamming your fist on the table out if frustration. You sighed, leaning back against the chair you were sitting in. It’s been 2 hours and you barely got your work done. You were tired. You were frustrated. You need a break.
You left your stuff as is on the single desk. No one in the library cared enough to steal stuff. It was never said so, but everyone knew that no one steals stuff in the library.
You walked into the nearby convenience store once you got out, wanting to get some snacks and some coffee to keep you awake all night.
You reached the area where they kept the drink when you spotted your favorite brand of coffee sitting on the shelves. Lucky for you, it was the last one. You cheered mentally, walking over to grab it.
However, when you were reaching your hand out to grab it, another hand reached it first, grabbing it off the shelf. You turned to your left to see who stole your coffee. And nonetheless, it was the guy that you bumped into earlier in front of the library.
“You!” You screamed, glancing over to the coffee in his grasp. He was tossing it up like he won a battle or something, like a victory prize.
He groaned.
“Not you again,” he sighed, turning around to head over to the register.
“Wait!” You screamed, making him turn back to face you. You really didn’t mean to call him out like that. But you were desperate. No other coffee brand fit your taste. “Give me that coffee.”
“What? Are you fucking crazy. Finders keepers, losers weepers,” he said. “Go cry to your mommy about it.”
This son of a bitch.
"C'mon. Give me that coffee. Be a gentleman, would you?" you told him, reaching your hand out.
"What, no." he shrugged, shaking the can of coffee in his hand right in front of your face. "It's mine now."
This infuriated you. Who does he think he is?
You snatched his hand away. He looked a bit shocked for a second, before his "O" shaped mouth turned into a smirk. How could anyone be this annoying?
"FINE!!" you yelled, crossing your arms. "keep that stupid coffee all for your stupid self."
He shook the can in front of you for a second before dropping his hand, knowing you would swipe it away again.
"Okayy~" he said. "My stupid self will take this stupid coffee and leave~" he mockingly said. He turned around and walked to the register, laughing.
You cursed him in your head a million times, opening to fridge door to get a random cup of coffee you never tried before. This'll have to do.
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"fuck!" you screamed, jumping out of bed turning off your alarm clock. You were late. Late for your last class of the season before your exams. You sighed, running over to your bathroom to get ready.
Finally after around 7 minutes, you surprisingly got ready in comfortable sweatpants and a sweater, fitted nicely for the cold weather. You rushed toward your class building, running in and finally reaching your lecture hall.
"Ms Y/LN, you're late." your professor, Lee Minho, announced for the whole lecture hall to hear. Embarrassed, you bowed to him quickly, a way for you to say sorry, and quickly found your seat next to Felix, your best friend.
"Were you on your phone all night again?" he asked you as you sat down next to him, sighing.
"What? No!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at him. "Who do you think I am?"
"Then what were you doing?"
Before you could answer him, your professor hit his pointer stick on his desk to get everyone's attention.
"You guys all remember about the exam you guys are taking in 2 days, yes?" he asked, followed by a unison of yes's. "Well good. I know some of you are having a bit of trouble studying. This is why I have a special guest."
That was when a figure walked through the lecture hall door dressed in a simple oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, followed by a backpack slung over one of his shoulder. You groaned when you saw the figure's face, sighing as Felix looked over to you for any answers. It was the guy that you kept running into. That jerk who had no manners.
"This is Seungmin, everyone." Mr lee announced, putting a hand on his shoulder. So that was his name. "He was top of the class last semester. He did leave.. worst decision, am i right? But he did agree to help students who are having trouble with the exam, since he too had to take it before."
That was when you noticed that he noticed you in the small crowd of people sitting in the lecture hall. He smirked. He fucking smirked.
"Do you know him?" You heard lix saying.
"Remember that guy I told you I ran into? That's him!" You complained, hiding your face into the palm of your hands as you let out a loud sigh.
"Oh girl.." he said, letting out a small airy laugh.
"If you are having trouble, sign the paper that is sitting on my desk at the end of the class. You'll have small, extra classes with Seungmin whenever you choose to, since the sign up sheet has time slots for each person. You could choose whether to have a 1 on 1 or a small group study session." Mr lee explained while Seungmin went over to his desk to hold up the sign up sheet.
"Stop." You whispered to Felix. "I need help. Like what the fuck are those questions on the study guide? ughh, but I can't ask him." you complained.
"Of course you can. Let's just sign up together for a group study session and we could stick together, yeah?" He offered. You accepted, knowing you had to get help in some way.
After class, Mr lee dismissed you guys so that you guys can either go and be free or sign up. You had to pack up, so Felix, who was faster than you, went ahead to sign both of you guys up.
You caught up with him soon after. His expression seemed bad.
"uhm.. so. Every group session that was available was full.. so I just signed up for a 1 on 1.. and that's the only option you also have."
"What!!'" you exclaimed, making way for you to see the sign up sheet for yourself. You groaned, looking at all the names that were next to the group study sessions. Well what choice did you have? You really did need some help to pass this exam.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You repeated in your head while you were standing right in front of the door of the small mini lecture hall that is provided for students. Students such as Seungmin to tutor.
Based on the sign up sheet, you were the last one he was going to be tutoring. The campus was silent, with everyone being in their dorms or professors doing their own stuff.
You straightened your clothes, making sure he wouldn’t look down on you again, literally.
You pushed on the door, trying to make it open. Instead, a figure opened the door the other way, making you bump your head lightly and fall backwards. You fell, landing on your ass.
“Pfft” you heard. You looked up a bit, placing a hand on the spot on your forehead that got hit. It was yet again Seungmin who was looking down at you with a pair of glasses sitting lightly on the bridge of his nose. “Did you seriously try to push? It says pulls right below the handle.”
Oh.
“Ugh, whatever..” you protested, getting up by yourself, dusting your clothes off. “Why were you even coming out of that room? Now I have this bruise on my forehead..”
“I saw you struggling through the window,” he shrugged, going back into the mini lecture hall. “Come in when you’re ready.”
You groaned. This was not going to be a delightful hour.
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“Move this bla bla move that bla bla and the exponent bla bla graph this and the answer is….” Was all you heard while Seungmin sat in front of the desk you were sitting at, using his pencil and scribbling all over the paper. “Now you try.”
“Huh.”
“Huh,” He said mockingly, pushing his glasses higher. “Were you seriously not listening to me?”
“Not really..”
“You think you’re gonna pass the exam like this?”
“No..”
“Ok here. Let me explain it again. You see the first digit? Get that and multiply these to get the term. These terms are common, yes? Multiply them.”
He continued to explain, saying how this is a part of the easier questions.
“You try.” He said, placing the pencil he was holding in front of you, glancing at the pencil indicating for you to start.
After about 3 minutes, you placed the pencil down. Seungmin turned away from his own study to look at it.
“Nice. You got that right. Let me give you 3 more questions.” He said, quickly jotting down numbers, letters, and symbols. “There. Can you try these?”
You nodded.
10 minutes passed, and you handed the paper to him. He looked over your answers, nodding at some and squinting at others.
“This one’s wrong.” He explained, turning the paper so that you could see it and pointing at the second one you did. “Look at it again. Can you point out what’s wrong?”
You shook your head. It looked right in your eyes, but obviously it was wrong.
“On the second step you made a mistake. Simple mistake. You multiplied these wrong.”
“Oh.” you simply stated, grabbing the paper again. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Unless you’re apologizing for how you’re wasting my time.”
“Whatever, jerk.” you fought back, grabbing your pencil and fixing your mistake.
Quickly, you handed him back the paper.
“There.”
“Ok.. that’s better.” He said, taking off his glasses. “Time’s up. Come back tomorrow, same time, yeah?”
You groaned loudly, loud enough so that he could hear you.
“Do you not want to pass your exams?”
“Never said that! It’s just a pain in the ass to be taught by you, especially.”
“Seems like someone doesn’t want to pass.” He remarked, packing his backpack with the books he had.
“No i do!” You said, packing your own things in your bag. That’s when you noticed him taking something out of his backpack.
“Here. For you.” He said, sliding over a can of coffee, your favorite brand, across the table.
“Ew.” you said, gliding it back.
“Didn’t want to say this but this girl that has a crush on me bought it for me. Gross! Take it. It’s gross like you.”
You scoffed.
“I don’t need coffee from someone like you.” You remarked, sticking your tongue out at him before running away and leaving the classroom.
“Brat.”
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“How was tutoring?” Felix asked you as you sat down minutes before your lecture with Mr lee started.
“It sucked! Total pain in the ass, yknow.”
“Well me personally it did help. I understood it more,” Felix said, patting your shoulder to comfort you. “He even said i was good enough that I don’t have to come back today!”
“Lucky!!” You exclaimed, pouting at him. “He told me I had to come back today. I suck.”
“It’s fine. As long as you pass the exam, yeah?”
“I guess.”
That’s when Mr lee tapped his pointer stick on his desk.
“I heard some students who signed up yesterday did very well! And i also heard some students still need more help. If you have any questions, feel free to go ask Seungmin in lecture hall 4a after this lecture is over.”
Obviously you knew you had to go again. He said it himself. How you dreaded for the moment lecture ended.
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“Ughhh. You’re back.” Seungmin said the moment you walked in through the door. He was leaning back against his own chair, legs crossed with a simple sweatpants and a white tank top with a windbreaker on.
You scoffed.
“You told me to be back, idiot.” You said, sitting down in your seat you were in last time.
“idiot?” Seungmin said in disbelief, letting out an airy laugh.
“Yes. Idiot.” You spat out, crossing your arms along with your legs, leaning back against the chair.
You were wearing a denim skirt today with tights underneath it with a white tank top, topped with a thick jacket over it. You were planning to hang out with your friends later that day, just to get some stress off before the exam tomorrow. With your legs crossed, your skirt rid up your thighs, making you more exposed. You didn’t care, you barely even noticed.
But he did. Seungmin did.
Your plush thighs wrapped around the tights had him staring for a second, looking back up at you in your eyes with a glare.
“Fucking brat.”
What? What did he just call you?
“What?” You said in disbelief, rolling your eyes and glaring up at him. “What did you just call me?”
“You really aren’t the type to listen, aren’t you?” He said, walking closer to you. “I said you’re a fucking brat.”
“What the fuck? Why are you so-“ you started to say. But before you could even let another word out, he leaned down, putting his face as close to yours as possible. You felt his breath every time he exhaled. You were squirming in your seat. Why was he so close? It was obvious that Seungmin was the good looking type. It was a fact. You even overheard some girls while walking to your lecture saying how hot he was. You never really saw it until he put his face close to yours until it was only a centimeter away.
His eyes were dark, alluring you into his deep, dark brown eyes. His nose was pretty sharp, with light, natural blush covering his cheeks. You looked down even more. His lips were as plush as marshmallow. So plush. So soft to the point you wanted to kis-
What? Why were you thinking this? You don’t like Seungmin. You hate him. So why was your core pulsing around nothing and wetting your panties every second.
“Tell me you don’t want this” he said under his breath. “I’ll stop.” But you didn’t answer, staring into his deep eyes, wanting him.
“please..” you whispered. You heard a faint brat before grabbing your chin with one hand, placing the other on the desk next to you to steady himself, and leaning in to kiss you.
Why the hell did he kiss you?
Truth be told, he liked you ever since he glanced over and saw you studying your ass off one day during his library visit. You looked cute. Your round glasses perched on your nose bridge that you got rid of when it was day time with a lollipop in between your pink, plump lips.
Then, he saw you sometimes in the hallways, all flirty and talkative with your gfs and your friends. You seemed so bratty with the way you talked with your friends. It was hot.
When he bumped into you that one day, he couldn’t help but be happy. That was also when he realized that you were definitely a brat.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he sometimes came to him dorm, lock himself in his room, and jack himself off to the thought of you. To the thought of him brat taming a bitch like you. You under his hands squirming while taking in his cock in your tight cunt. Imagining this would only lead to soiling his clothes he was wearing.
He couldn’t help it.
You were already hot enough when you didn’t wear make up, but seeing you all dressed up would make him go crazy. Like you were all dressed up for him. For his cock.
Your lips were like cushion against his. So soft. So warm. So hot.
You whimpered into the kiss, which he quickly swallowed. His tongue caressed your bottom lip, making you slightly part them, allowing his tongue to intrude your mouth.
Out of breath you pulled back with a saliva string still connecting you and Seungmin. You were panting, looking up at him.
“J-jerk” you managed to stutter out, not sure why you said it. He got face to face with you again, landing light slaps onto your cheek.
“Are you gonna listen to me, brat?”
You whined a bit at the pain you felt on the right side of your face. He chuckled.
“You like pain? Are you a pain slut?”
You nodded slowly. No one knew this. It was your own little secret. But the stare Seungmin gave you was so endearing it just came out of you. He smiled, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you up. He swung you, making you hit the edge of the table. He leaned closer yet again. “Gonna let me do what I want?”
You smirked a bit, nodding slowly yet again.
He leaned in to make out with you again. Which you gladly accepted. Mid-kiss, his hands slowly went down to grab you by the waist. He lifted you up, placing you to sit on top of the desk. He pulled away. You were squeezing your thighs, trying to get some friction to your core. That was when he took his hand and started to grope your plush thighs. You let out a sigh of a moan.
“Open for me, yeah?”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You said, glaring at him.”
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
You did as he said contrast to your words, slowly spreading your legs out for Seungmin. He grinned. Oh how you wanted to slap the fuck out of him. He took his jacket off at that time, too, revealing his pretty slender arms with muscles hidden underneath. It wasn’t very visible, but him being so close to you, you saw the hidden veins in them and it turned you in more.
His slender fingers started to rub your clothed core, making you whine.
“W-wait.” You looked up to him. “What if we get caught? The door is unlocked.”
“Better keep quiet than, yeah?” He smirked, grinning a proud smile as he made his way toward your tight’s waistband, until you heard a loud RIP.
“What the fuck?!!” You exclaimed looking down to see a big, gaping hole in your tights in your crotch area. “You better pay for those.”
All he did was shrug, before bringing his fingers closer to your panties, gliding his digits over the lace on the fabric.
“Lace, huh?”
He slid his fingers over your clothed cunt, gathering the wetness that was dripping out of you, making a wet patch on your panties.
“You’re so wet. All wet for me baby?”
You nodded, looking down at his fingers go to work on you. They were long, in general, his hand size was huge.
“Can I?” He asked while tugging slightly at your panties. You looked dazed, not even wanting to fight it off. You wanted this. He took that as a yes, sliding your panties to one side, the cold air now hitting your warm cunt. You winced at the feeling. You felt his digits going below, but without any warning, his cold finger penetrated your warm cunt, making your whine out at the feeling. It really was long. The cold added an extra bit of sensation. Seungmin chuckled, landing a peck on your cheek.
“Baby can’t handle one finger?”
You shook your head. Who did he think you were.
“I c-can” you muttered out, which allowed him to slide in a second finger. You grabbed onto his bare forearms to balance yourself. He curled his fingers in and out of you, making whines and moans fall out of your lips. His long, slender fingers reached your g spot, making you bend over with high pitched whimpers falling out of tour mouth.
“Shh,” he quieted you. “Remember, there still might be some people outside.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making him laugh, still curling his fingers deep into you. He knew there was barely any people on the campus at this time, let alone this building. But why would he tell you that?
He pulled out his digits, making you cry from the feeling of loss.
“Seungmin, I want you.” You whined, but he shut you up with his fingers that were just inside of you. You groaned at the taste of yourself, looking up at him with teary eyes from both pleasure and yearn.
He felt his cock grow harder in the confinements in his pants. You teary eyed with your mascara running loose slowly but surely.
“You’re gonna get me, alright? Just be patient, brat.”
He pulled away his digits out of your mouth, giving a small kiss on your lips before pulling his pants down.
It was hard to see due to the bagginess of his sweatpants, but his growing bulge was clearly visible to you now. He was big. Or at least you could tell from the angle you were sitting in. Oh how badly you wanted his cock to penetrate you so deeply-
“You’re staring.”
You woke up from your thoughts, looking back up to look at Seungmin’s eyes. He’s smirking. He could tell what you wanted.
“Get down.” He said, nodding to the floor in front of him.
“What?” You fought back. “I’m not doing that! That’s gonna spoil my-“
“Didn’t you hear me? Get on the floor.”
A shiver was sent down your spine, along with the feeling of your panties getting wetter and wetter.
You obliged, slowly scooting off the table before you got on your knees, feeling the cold floor hit your warm skin. You were now face to face with his crotch, still confined. You looked up at him.
What was with you always below him and him always looking down at you with that condescending look?
He hooked his finger through the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down slightly, making his cock bounce up, his tip hitting his abdomen, and it was right in your face.
It was big. His cock was long with a bit of girth with veins running along his length. His red tip already spilling out some precum.
You looked back up at him to see him smirking the shit out of his face.
“Suck me off and I’ll see if you could have my cock, ok?”
You wanted to beat the shit out of him. Who did he think he was to control you like that.
But you couldn’t help it.
You leaned in a bit, now with your lips only a few centimeters away from the tip of his cock. You stuck out your tongue, coming in contact with his salty tip covered in precum. You winced at the taste. You wrapped your lips around his tip, now slowly taking in more and more of his length. You heard him groan. You smirked, still having his length in your mouth.
You slowly lifted your head, then going back in, repeating this movement while still hearing him slowly pant out.
“Fuck- you’re so stubborn” he grunted out before he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He bobbed your head on his length himself, making you moan along with him grunting with the feeling of your warm lips wrapping around his length.
You moaned around his length, causing vibrations to hit his girth. He grunted.
Seungmin pulled you off his length, making you cough a bit, wiping the saliva that was dripping on your chin with the palm of your hand.
He pulled you back up, tugging your hair with his hand that was still tangled up in a makeshift ponytail. He brought your face closer, giving you a kiss before setting you back up on the desk.
Your pussy was throbbing, begging for attention. You pouted at Seungmin, who had a thirsty look in his eyes while eyeing your figure up and down while you were sitting there, neatly on his desk.
"Just fuck me already, min." you argued, looking up at him with a pleading look.
"Be patient, fucking brat." he retorted. Despite his words, he took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while staring at your face who was basically drooling at the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in the fist of his hand. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to get some friction on your cunt. He chuckled, noticing your expression and your movements. "You're eager, pup. I'll give what you want, just be patient, okay?"
The pet name made you squirm. Who knew you were such a slut for meager names?
He slapped your thigh, indicating you to open your legs so that your sweet cunt could be exposed for him. You obliged, opening them slowly until your wet pussy was out just for him.
"You obey easily, don't you? Just like a loyal dog." You nodded, eagerly, only focused on what would his cock feel like when he stretched you out. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan awaiting to come out just from the desire of his length.
He got closer, leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips, distracting you while he brought his cock closer and closer to your tight pussy. He pulled away, looking down to focus on you. He slapped your pussy with his hot length, making you wince from the sensation. It wasn't enough. You wanted more. No. You needed more.
"Just fuck me.. you're so slow, min," you pouted.
"Stop fucking complaining," he hissed, before lining his length against your hole and thrusting in without warning. You gasped, feeling his cock penetrate you so deeply. He grunted himself, feeling your tight walls engulf his length. "fuck- you're so tight pup."
You mewled as he pulled his length out, just for him to thrust back in, deep inside your soppy cunt. He thrusted for a bit, making you pant and a chorus of moans and whimpers fall out of your lips. He, too, let out groans.
He pulled you by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes swelling up in tears as his rhythm didn’t stop.
“Look at me, pup.” You did. Focusing your attention on Seungmin’s face. He smirked. “Good little puppy, yeah?” he said before bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. Spit everywhere, drooling down your chin, teeth clashing as he thrusted into you. You whimpered, the pain in your scalp as he pulled you in closer. He let go, a spit string connecting both of your guys’ tongues.
“M-min,” you managed to whimper out. He hummed in response, grabbing you by the waist to thrust in deeper. You mewled. The knot in your stomach began to tighten, making you grip along the edge of the table you were so nicely placed on.
“Gonna cum, little puppy?”
you nodded fastly, moving your grip onto his tank top. It tightened, your grip as long as the knot in your stomach.
He maneuvered your right leg a bit higher, and with a final thrust, you came. Your jaw dropped, eyes shut as pleasure overwhelmed you as he kept hitting your cervix.
With a few more, he too, came, coating your walls white. You both breathed heavily together in unison. Looking at his face filled with pleasure was so.. so alluring. His eyebrows scrunched together with his eyes closed.
He pulled out, shoving his length back in his cock as he packed his bags.
“M-min?” You said in confusion, still practically naked sitting on top of his desk. He looked back up at you with his backpack hung over his shoulder.
“C’mon. Round two at my place.” He said it so casually, but also as a sort of question.
“Uh..” you muttered, hopping off the desk, smoothing out your skirt. “Yea-“
Before you even finished, he grabbed you by the wrist, turning off the lights to the mini lecture hall and leading you out the door.
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ncityprincess · 3 months
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how yuta would be as a boyfriend
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-like i said, he is totally a gomez addams type of lover
-and based on astrology, we know scorpios are passionate and intense af
-so best believe this man is going to do any and everything to get you
-he’s not gonna just date anybody
-he has to be completely and utterly consumed by the person he is with
-a once in a lifetime connection
-he would be all about you. mind, body and soul
-he wouldn’t just like you, he would be infatuated by you and borderline obsessed
-without even having a single conversation with you
-he just observes you, and immediately knows he has to have you
-one day, jaehyun invites his girlfriend and her best friend (you) over to an infamous 127 Karaoke Extravaganza
-and immediately yuta knows within the first five minutes of meeting you that he’s gonna make you his
-after hanging out for a few weeks and getting to know you more he takes you off the market so that no one else can have you
-finders keepers losers weepers <3
-he’s not gonna bullshit you
-what you see is what you get
-he’s not going to waste your time or his
-that’s why he wastes no time in making it official
-but anywho, yuta is super attentive and caring as a boyfriend
-you can literally turn your brain off when you’re around him
-he’s going to be your eyes and ears for you
-and yuta already has that “don’t fuck with me” aura about him
-so you will always feel safe and secure around him
-but more than that
-he just makes you feel seen and beautiful
-you never have to question where he stands with you
-will proudly show you off to everyone in his life
-everyone within an 10 mile radius will know you’re with him
-holds your hand, or waist, or the small of your back wherever you go
-and it makes you feel super girly and loved
-now I know we all may automatically think he’d be super possessive over you
-especially if other men try to hit on you
-but for some reason a small part of me thinks he would get an ego boost when other dudes gawk at you
-it gives him a rush of pride, knowing that he has what everyone wants
-he knows you’re fine as shit, and other people should know it too
-but if they get disrespectful with it, things can turn ugly real mf quick so watch out!
-loves to surprise you with outfits for date night
-he has a really good eye for fashion and knows what flatters your body surprisingly well
- he’s alwayssss thinking about you
-what he can do for you, how he can make you happy, what do you need
-he will do things like put gas in your car the night before you leave for work
-clean your room so that you can focus on studying for a test
-draw you a bubble bath and give you a thorough body massage when you tell him you had a rough day
-he can tell what kind of mood you’re in with just one look at you
-he has studied you inside and out
-and secretly hopes that you do the same for him 🥲
-he has a service mindset
-that definitely translates in and out the bedroom ;)
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rizsu · 7 months
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intended error ! gojo satoru.
sum. co-workers! — following the higher-ups order of a double mission, you make gojo book a room for two at a hotel. gojo sees this as the perfect opportunity.
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don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.
gojo's on the verge of cackling. in order to save himself from a harsh smack on the head, he covers his mouth with his palm. his eyes shift over to you — you're just absolutely hilarious. nothing is funny, yet everything is funny.
the urge to laugh doesn't cease either. his stomach tightens each second he forces himself to not open his mouth.
"this is—" he stops, letting a laugh escape before disguising it as a cough. "AHEM! this is a small ass room."
"don't. i'm going back to the receptionist," you pick up your previously-dropped-in-shock purse to ready yourself for negotiating and complaining.
after being shoved on a twelve-hour flight with gojo, you're not gonna fit yourself on a queen-sized bed with him. maybe you shouldn't have taken on this double mission with him.
"wait," he turns on his heels, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "we can work this out."
you sighed, lifting your purse to your shoulder so you can fold your arms to express disappointment.
"how can we, gojo? that bed can barely fit you — far less for the bathroom."
"i'll take the floor. see? no problem."
"don't be an ass," irritated with his problem solving skills, you revert back to the original plan of meeting the receptionist. only this time gojo won't be able to stop your actions.
he chooses to back away from you. it's totally not because you shot him an ominous glare. he can only hope for the best with the receptionist.
ten-minutes later, you re-enter the room only to be welcomed with an already asleep gojo. there's a high possibility that it's the motherly part of you that's acting right now, but you can't just leave him sprawled out. half his body is on the bed, the other is dangling off the edge. he looks like an abandoned ragdoll.
"psst, gojo," you whispered, gently patting his head.
he doesn't budge.
"hey, gojo," you tried again.
he doesn't move a muscle.
"free all-you-can-eat dinner in thirty-minutes for all new guests."
his eyes automatically open. the pure excitement on his* face ignites a small flame of guilt. you lied, unfortunately, but it was for his own good.
it doesn't take him any longer to realize you told nothing but a sweet lie. this fact is known by his exaggerated groan and turn of his body. now he's face-flat on the pillows.
"is lying all you know?" his muffled voice speaks, though the annoyance isn't missed.
you hum, giving him two pats on the back before gathering your luggage. the noise of your bags aren't unnoticed. the familiar sounds immediately gather his attention to you.
"where are you going?" he asks, running a hand through his bangs.
"i got another room. it's the last one on your left down the hall," you educated him, jiggling your room keys in his direction.
gojo doesn't like this. not at all. this is on the same level of accusing him of murder! the sight of your keys holding another room number introduces pure irritation within his bones. rolling off the bed, gojo takes giant steps to you. once close enough, he snatches the keys when you weren't focused on it.
"where's my pho— HEY!" you gasped at the thief, immediately reaching your hand to take back what's rightfully yours.
"finders keepers, losers weepers," he recites an old saying, raising his arm higher to tease you.
the fight for the keys go on for seven-minutes. it consisted of you jumping like never before and gojo having the time of his life. unlike him, you aren't exactly built for jumping continuously. it was only a matter of time before exhaustion creeps in.
"you tired?" he tilts his head, keeping his eyes on you in case you fall forward. with the way you're hunched over, it's probably best that he moves you to the bed himself.
"c'mere and sit," he orders, positioning one hand on your back as the other holds your shoulder. the keys are still safely secured, though.
gojo's eyes scan your body. just like your case prior, he feels a little guilty for making you jump around. this may explain the sudden switch in his personality at the moment, but those keys will not be given.
"okay, i'm fine now," you inhaled a deep breath, vocally exhaling as you slap your palms together. "my keys, sir."
"what keys?"
"my keys. the one i got like twenty-minutes ago."
"i think i kinda lost it..?"
all hell breaks loose. it didn't take you a second before your voice raised ten octaves higher. gojo mentally prepares himself for the scolding of a life time. even the higher-ups don't scold him the way you do.
"my KEYS, GOJO. I HAVE TO RETURN IT SOON," you begin, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of loosing the keys.
gojo shrugs, "just stay here, then. we can find it later."
"there is no later," you facepalm, desperately trying to settle down.
"there is now! it's late, we need to shower," he claps, standing up and then pulling you up to him.
the look of defeat fuels him. it's satisfying how easy you give up sometimes. a part of him wants to tell you that the keys are in his pocket — too bad that's for "later." right now he can go back to the original plan of sharing a room and one bed with you that was truly not his doing.
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