#slighty spicy
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are you submissive and breedable in any way?
Maybe?... I've never tried...
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silco constantly talked shit to marcus not because he was being rude but because marcus has a degradation kink and it's the most covert way the two can foreplay without revealing themselves.
Marcus needs another word other than hate.
Hate doesn't seem to encompass how much he hates himself or hates Silco. It's burning up in him, rising up to his face while Silco is smirking at him, just slightly enough to know it's pointed, deliberate.
"So red, Marcus." The Eye of Zaun makes a slow step forward, falling into an easy stride over to the wall. "I never would've thought the Sheriff of Piltover would've gotten so riled up in a meeting."
Marcus turns his head, the only way to avoid Silco's gaze, but it only lasts a moment. Fingers dig into his jaw, turning his head roughly to stare into Silco's eyes, even in the slight slouch he's in, he's still taller than the other man, yet he still feels horribly small in comparison.
It sends a shiver down his spine, one Silco doesn't miss. His fingers turn loose, moving down to grasp at his neck, and Marcus' wrists flex in their bindings, his back aligning against the wooden beam he's trapped to. "Be happy I didn't call you a whore then because you certainly are one. My personal whore."
Marcus shivers again, deciding he very much no longer hates this. "Silco-"
"If I wanted you to speak, Marcus, I'd let you know." His hand moves lower, across the bare skin until they hook into his trousers. Marcus now realized why Silco had wanted to leave them on, so he could be the one to strip the enforcer. "Whores are only meant to be heard in whines, moans, and crying out my name. So be a good whore, Marcus," His fingers begin to unbutton, lips dragging below his ear, down to mark at the Sheriff's throat, "and don't speak until I tell you to."
#short top tall bottom#marcus likes feeling small sometimes and Silco likes feeling big#dynamic works#silco x marcus#slighty spicy here#mdni#silco#marcus arcane#arcane
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Did more self ship art
Some shang tsung x lady tsung/@mrstsung
(Used a base)
Shang tsuwung.
Shang with his beloved wife,enjoying each others embrace.
💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚
#mortal kombat#shang tsung#my art#used a base#💚heart n soul🐍#spicy kontent#a bit nsft#slighty not sfw#fluffy#self ship#self shipping#self insert x canon#villain f/o#villain fictional other#villain/antagonist self ship#villain/antagonist f/o#mk self insert#mk self ship#main mk self ship#shang tsung self ship
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Liquid Lust (Dabi X Fem! Reader)
Summary: You and Dabi get physical for the first time in your relationship, but his lack of experience doesn't mean lack of enthusiasm.
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!
Non-Spicy Tags: Dabi X Fem! Villain Reader, heavy smvt, making out, 2nd person POV, swearing
Word Count: 1,278 words
AO3 link
Spicy Tags: p*ssy drunk Dabi and actually drunk Dabi, explicit consent, w3t and m3ssy 0ral s3x, over-the-top moaning/response, f0replay, virgin Dabi, cunn!l!ngus, over$t!mulation, c*mming in pants, dry humping, slighty submissive Dabi elements/ service t0p Dabi
lowkey inspired by a series of tweets I saw and some headcanons
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You and Dabi had been seeing each other for some time now, and it was rapidly getting apparent that things would be escalating tonight. You were laughing at the bar, enjoying one another's company, and, then, after a few shots, he was suddenly all over you. You two had kissed before, but not like this...never like this. He had picked you up, sweeping you off your feet, kissing you all the while as he walked you to his bedroom. Once inside, he slammed the door shut with his foot and set you down before flipping the lock.
In a snap, the intense kissing overwhelms you once again. Dabi's calloused hands wrap around you, one gripping at the fabric of your top at your back while the other grasps at your waist, pulling you intimately close as his tongue slips delicately into your mouth. It was longer than you expected, practically tracing every inch he could reach, dancing with your own so precisely that it made your head swim. You melt into his passionate embrace, your arms looping around his neck, drawing him in closer, softly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Dabi groans, the sound low and rumbling deep in his throat, primal and wanting. He curses under his breath, the words sounding like a suppressed moan as he kisses you again...and again...and again. His kisses are relentless, like he's starving for a taste of your flesh. He walks you backward to the bed mid-kiss, and you gasp softly when you feel yourself falling, landing on his comforter as he looms over you. Iridescent blue eyes glow in the darkness before he's on you once more, his hands cupping your cheeks as he climbs on top of you.
"Want...hah...you...hah...so...bad~" Dabi moans between heavy breaths and sloppy kisses. He's flooding your senses. The taste of his lips and the alcohol, the faint scent of charcoal and cheap cologne that he wears, the feeling of his touch exploring your body, the sounds of his needy, restrained whimpers and panting, the way his figure eclipses your vision. Dabi is everywhere.
You feel like you're floating; you've never experienced this desperate side of him. Sure, Dabi could be soft and flirtatiously gentle in your quiet moments alone together, but this was different. He wanted you...no...needed you.
His fingers find their way to the hem of your top, scrambling beneath it and finding a grip at the clasp of your bra. He pauses briefly before slurring:
"Isss this okay?"
Red tints your cheeks and warmth blooms in your heart as you nod fiercely, and Dabi needs no more convincing before he starts to struggle with the clasp. After an embarrassingly awkward moment of silence, he finally pulls it apart, sighing softly in relief before attempting to get your top and bra free. He throws them off into the darkness of his room before taking you in, practically drooling. His jaw drops slightly as he stares at your exposed tits, taking in your frame, hands hovering over them, almost like he's scared you'll crumble once he makes contact.
A smile plays at your lips as you guide his hands, and you watch how rapidly his chest rises and falls when fingers squeeze at the tender flesh. Slowly, Dabi brings his mouth to your nipple, shivering as he starts suckling on it. A soft groan bursts from your lips, and you tilt your head back into Dabi's pillow, allowing yourself to sink into the soft bed and focus on his touch. His delightfully warm tongue swirls around your areola, tasting as much of you as he can. Dabi sighs, muffled noises of desperation catching in his scarred throat. His other hand massages your other tit before slowly traveling down your body. Dabi looks up at you with drunk doe eyes, full of love and lust and palpable desire. You can't help but hum in pleasure as he tends to your body. Finally, his hand stops at the waist of your pants, and he pulls his slick and swollen lips back from your nipple with a resounding "POP".
"Can...hic...can I go down on you?" He pleads, sweat beading on his brow as the stars themselves seem to dance in his eyes. You whisper your consent to him, and a relieved groan ripples through his entire body. Quickly, he unbuttons your pants, sliding them off, and, soon, your panties as well.
He'd never done this before. Touya Todoroki was practically shaking as he stared at the dripping mess in front of him, slick from the foreplay. His breathing is ragged, and he almost looks starstruck as he bends down, laying on the bed between your legs. Carefully, he spreads your lips, eyes still wide and pupils blown out as he takes in the scene in front of him. He seems to shudder a bit, lip trembling and legs shaking like jelly.
The moment his top lip catches on the hood of your clit and his tongue makes contact with your sex, his eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back into his head as he groans. You cry out at the vibrations, pleasure throbbing throughout your body as he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, practically suffocating himself.
"Ohfuckit'ssogood~" Dabi slurs together in one muffled word as he buries his face between your legs; a rosy blush starts to tint the healthy flesh on his cheekbones between his scars. Pleasure boils in the pit of your stomach as he savors your flavor, tongue lapping up your slit and teasing the pulsing bud.
"Dabi~" His name drips from your lips like honey as your hands find purchase in his charcoal-colored hair, and the sound is the most beautiful melody to Dabi's ears. His movements quicken and become more deliberate, his lips suckling your clit and his tongue slipping inside you. He gasps as he massages your insides, sparing no second tasting you, murmuring slurred praises, and, gently, you feel the bed shake. He's getting so turned on that he's grinding his erection into the bed through his pants, trying to get what little friction he can.
The sight of him getting off that much by just eating you out sends another wave of pleasure down your spine, and the two of you moan and pant in a sickeningly sweet harmony. The air is thick with desperate devotion, and the bed creaks beneath Dabi's thrusts. He hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he dives in further. The coils of heat bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you feel your orgasmic high approaching fast. Judging by Dabi's noises and choked whimpers between lewd slurps, he's close, too.
"Fuck, baby~" He whines, plunging his tongue into your folds as he ruts his hips, and, suddenly, your climax comes crashing down, making your back arch and a strangled cry burst from your throat. Dabi latches on, eating you out through your orgasm. A few more thrusts, and you feel him tense up as he moans, loud and low into your sex. When he lifts his head, his eyes are glassy; Dabi looks at you with a completely blissed-out expression as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"God...you're...incredible," He huffs, breath hot and heavy in the darkness as he tries to catch his bearings. As far as you're concerned, your head is still in the clouds, and you feel like you're floating. Dabi takes another deep breath before kissing your inner thigh and climbing off the bed.
"Gonna go change...Be right back," He sighs before stalking off in the dark to the connected bathroom.
#ao3 writer#fanfic#dabi#ao3#my hero academia fanfiction#dabi x reader#dabi smut#dabi x reader smut#touya x reader#touya todoroki x reader#mha smut#mha x reader#touya todoroki smut#touya todoroki#toya todoroki#dabi my hero academia#dabi x you#todoroki toya#smut#bnha smut
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On your body
Pairing- Ronal x reader x Neytiri
Summary- Two girlfreinds in heat and Ronal knows just what to do.
Warnings- threesome, make out, kissing, hickeys, blood (like mentioned once), fingering, oral, face riding/sitting, riding, clit to clit, queue connection, sucking on boobs
Both of you should have known it was coming, it had been a month sense your last heat, everytime Neytiri's heat comes on she gets more and more sensetive, you get more aggressive in and out of the bedroom, both of you craving thantor meat, yours extra spicy. Ronal had noticed this but neither of you did and she didn't want to upset the two so she just lived with it.
And now you and Neytiri are in bed making out Ronal no where in sight despretaly trying to get each others loincloth off. ''Neytiri.'' You whined as the woman pulled her lips from yours. Your skin was boiling hot but you just wanted, her. ''Ma Y/N.'' She said bringing you to staddle her thigh and her lips attached to your neck leaving dark spots and then her fangs percied your skin making you moan grinding your hips slowly onto her thigh. She pulls from your neck the light taste of iron on her tongue and lips. You look at her, little pecks of sweat on her face, nipples hard and begging to be played with under her small top, and her hips tring to get any friction on your knee that was lying ontop of her cunt.
And then you captured her lips once more biting her lip harshly letting you into her mouth, saliva covered your faces as you kissed her more and more, playing with her tongue, it was a amazing battle for domanice neither of you giving up to the other one. To focued on trying to get the other one to submit to you both of you couldn't here feet pattering towards your pod. But what pulled you from each other was a to familiar voice, ''So is this what happens when I leave.'' Ronal spoke sitting the basket she had in her arms down. You pulled eyes turning from Neytiri and onto the woman that had just sopke. ''Ronal.'' You said sitting up along with Neytiri still in her lap. ''Hm.'' Ronal said breaking the silence.
She stalked her way in front of you two head tilting examining you two, puplis blown, she can feel the heat radiating off of your bodies, and she watched as even though you got caught neither of you brought the small grinding that began to a stop. And then she put two and two together you were in heat, both of you. She saw as the two of you looked at her hands and mouth, it was the begining of a very long day.
Motioning for you to crawl off of the womans lap you were currently sitting on, and you listened having to ignore Neytiri's whines and protest you sat next to her. When Neytiri goes into heat she needs to be touched or she'll cry and cry and how you and Ronal hated when your beloved would cry. Ronal sat infront of you and looked into her eyes beautifully scary blue eyes peircing into you. Her head turned to Neytiri her green eyes brimmed with tears. Ronal carresed her face and Neytiri was putty in her hands, pulling the woman into a kiss making her want more. You watched as Ronal gave your hand a squeeze reminding you are not forgotten. Pulling for air Neytiri tried to follow her lips, but saw what the Metekayina was doing. Switching fro. holding your hand now she was holding Neytiri and catching you in a much wanted kiss. It felt as if this was the last kiss you'd ever have so sensual, so intimate. so hungry.
You could never fight for domanince with Ronal it was as if Eywa made you to be under her and both under and over with Neytiri. You were the first to pull from the kiss needing air. ''Lie down Neytiri.'' Ronal said voice much more lustful than earlier. Neytiri strunk down onto her back, her top lifting up slighty. Your body had gotten this sense that you needed to see them, touch them, to suck on them. You lifted her top up reaviling her deliciously beautiful tits. ''Shit.'' you muttered under your breath, it was a term you learned from Jake Sully. You brought your mouth to her heavy breast and sealed your lips around her harderend nipple and sucked on it, lightly biting it with your teeth. Kissing the skin around it before bringing it back to your mouth. While you played with her breast Ronal focused on her aching cunt.
She ripped the halfway undone loincloth finally letting her see the other glistening cunt bringing her hand to Neytiris hole, sliding them in with ease with the help of slick. Neytiri clenched around her immeditaly making her gasp. And then Ronal began to finger fuck her at such a fast pace it made tears leak from Neytiri, and more arousal coming from her pussy. Pulling from her tit you watched as Neytiri squirmed under the fingers of Ronals. ''Ma Y/N p-please need you on my mouth.'' Neytiri creaked out, the sinful words made you rub your thighs together. Looking at Ronal and she shaked her head yes.
You took your loincloth off sitting it down somewhere. Lifting over her face and hovering over her lips and she took no time huckering you down onto her face tongue deep into your pussy making your hips grind on her face, nose hitting your clit and, fuck it felt good. She moaned into your pussy loudly as Ronal placed sloppy strikes with her tounge against her clit. The vibrating sensation sent shock waves through your body making you rock your hips harder, faster.
Watching you get off on her face made her even more determined to make you cum, moaning into your cunt making your hips shutter. And one long moan after Neytiri came and you not long after euphoria ran through both of your veins. Slightly humping her face you got yourself off. Neytiri didn't waste one drop of cum licking it off of her fingers as she swiped it off of her face. Ronal helped Neytiri ride her orgasm doing a soft come here motion, pulling her finger from the woman and licked her fingers. And then the dreadfully familiar cramping filled your lower tummies again.
''C'mere Y/N can't waste all of my energy this early on.'' Ronal said making you crawl toward her. She postioned you to be hovering over Neytiri's heat with your own. ''Okay and your gonna help our beloved get off as she is as well.'' Ronal explained to the both of you. Shaking your head in understanding but the anticipation was building the closer you got. And then she said you could start you didn't let a second go by. You grounded yourself onto Neytiri, wet and sticky sounds came from you two everytime you humped and grinded onto the other woman. You didn't even noticed Ronal grabbing your queue's until you felt that shocking feeling that sent warmth through your bodies, and you noticed how it took some of your pain away letting you slow your hurting hips from going so fast. And it only got better when Ronal added hers, a little gasp came from the teal woman along with a silent whine.
You felt Neytiris clit on you so warm, so wet it almost made you cum from just feeling it. Everytime it hit yours it made you shiver, her pussy put a spell over you the closer you got the more hypnotic she got. Her braids spayed out everywhere, face contorted with plesure, lustful smile letting her fangs poke through a little, and those sweet, sweet moans fall from her lips. And then you felt it that feeling, that felt overwheling and underwhelming at the same time, it was just enough to not be enough, to much not enough. She felt it aswell if not more the imagie of you above her shaking and quivering on her will forever be imprinted in her mind. Ronal examined her mates breath hitching as she crossed her legs over each other trying to contain her suddenly sense of neediness.
This did not go unnoticed by the two. Turning your heads you both smirk, crawling towards the woman, spreading her legs. ''W-what are you doing I'm supposed to help you.'' She said watching as you leave kisses on her thighs. Smiling up at her before you speak, ''It'll help if we can taste you.'' You say inhaling her scent. ''Let us help you.'' Neytiri added, it was a very long and successful night.
#avatar 2022#avatar 2#avatar 2009#avatar way of water#avatar#neytiri x reader x ronal#ronal x you#ronal avatar smut#ronal x reader#ronal avatar#ronal#neytiri smut#neytiri x you#neytiri x reader#neytiri#ronal and neytiri are so mommy#avatar smut#avatar x reader smut
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PLEASE tell me about your scent headcanons for MOTT
I'm not gonna include all the details, bc some are for characters who have not even properly appeared and some are spoilers and some are simply still up for tweaking!! that being said...
(excerpts from the Flavour Profile Document below--obviously, this also contains spoilers for Mouse On The Thorn up to ch 15, and some hints at things in the future, specifically regarding sy's scent)
for each character, first i decided elements, then scents, then any additional details or nuances to the scent (ie yqy: water and earth -> wet dirt -> petrichor). there also variances which reach outside their set element(s) for certain situations (ie yqy's ozone scent) and notes for outside influences (such as suppressants). i made up like a whole fucking chart in my brain for why who was what element(s), but that's a lengthy, separate topic lmao
Shen Qingqiu:
Element: wood
Base scent: grass and osmanthus
Notes: smells like rotting vegetation when deeply distressed (ie sad/hurt/scared), smells dry/burnt when extremely angry. leans more to the grassy side than the flowery; the grass, specifically, is almost like bamboo, which sqq himself muses could be mere coincidence, or him being shaped, somewhat, by his environment
the fake scent he uses emulates the scent of a very irritated beta--the scent itself is even fainter than the pheromones its meant to emulate, and the only POV who might even be able to pick it out is lbh, but the scent is almost like bitter almonds (cyanide lol)
Shen Yuan:
Element: wood
Base scent: grass and osmanthus
Notes: like sqq, scent turns to rot in distress. More on the flowery side; particularly, when he is extremely content or aroused (or in heat), he smells like osmanthus wine
(worth noting here: sy was born on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival)
Is scent hereditary? Are spiritual elements hereditary? I have no idea! Sqq and sy could smell similar bc they are related, or bc they come from the same background, or bc of wacky coincidence. It's more compelling this way, so we'll figure that out later
while still using suppressants he smells almost identical to an unpresented pup, if with a slightly staler quality to it
Yue Qingyuan:
Element: water, earth
Base scent: rain and earth
Notes: yqy is, even for alphas, particularly noseblind, such that he has no idea what he himself smells like, but sqq notes that he often smells specifically like the first rain after a time of dryness (petrichor). When sad, he smells just kinda wet and pathetic, like a long heavy downpour (geosmin). When angry or in serious combat, he smells like right before a storm (ozone). Smell leans more earthy during rut
Mu Qingfang:
Element: wood, earth
Base scent: roots, clay
Notes: Beta scents are fainter and tend to carry less nuance in emotive ability, which works in mqf's favour for the most part. That being said, mqf's scent takes on somewhat muddy quality with upset
Zhao Jie:
Element: earth, metal
Base scent: scalpel
Notes: most metals don't actually have a smell, particularly not the kinds used for scalpels, but zj's scent has a particularly cool and sharp quality to it that calls the idea of them to mind nonetheless
Luo Binghe:
Element: fire, wood
Base scent: smoke, sunshine, lotus
Notes: more smoke when angry/upset, more sunny when happy. Takes on a slighty spicy tinge when Interested
the smoke part itself is a lot less noticeable before his demonic seal is unlocked
Do demons have elemental roots...??? Regardless, i will be designing their scents as though they do
Ning Yingying:
Element: water, metal
Base scent: mineral water
Notes: when high-energy, the scent smells cooler, like a refreshing mountain stream, and when lower-energy the scent is warmer, like hot springs, and is a little bit saltier, too
She hasn't actually presented yet, so obv you cant actually smell any of these things on her yet, but that's the general plan
#asks#mottau#mottau flavour profiles#i might list some more later but it would be really embarrassing if i made a whole statement about what scent someone was gonna have#and then had a cooler idea later and changed my mind :x#these ones in particular are more or less set in set in stone tho#somewhat delicate work balancing and framing scents like these in a way that they are still appealing#bc a lot of these things can smell really terrible in high concentrations
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Kiss Me, Hyung- Yoojung of OnlyOneOf x male reader
[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]
SFW
(gets *slighty* spicy at the end though)
Synopsis: There is some romantic tension between the reader and Yoojung but Yoojung's best friend keeps getting in the way. Reader decides he's had enough.
Contains: Some angst, fluff and a little suggestiveness (Is that a word?) at the end.
[Word count: 4.7k]
He hadn't had many close friends at university so, after the only two friends he had on campus both moved overseas to study elsewhere, he was left alone.
He didn't mind it at first. It meant he had more time to himself and work since he didn't need to spend so much of his time fooling around and talking but he eventually grew to feel rather lonely, missing his friends' laughter and conversation and hating the silence that had replaced it.
It was for this reason that when a few weeks into classes a girl asked him to sit with her and her friend at lunch that he'd gladly jumped to accept the offer.
Her name was Yeseul and she was studying food sciences. She was short, talkative and adorable in every sense of the word. Her friend that came with the package, however, was what sealed the deal with him becoming part of a new friend circle.
His name was Yoojung. He was studying music and he was breathtaking, to say the least. His hair was blond and fell past his chin in soft, loose curls. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and the brightest smile.
He was quiet for the most part at first, a little shy around him but once he had adjusted to the new addition to his friend group, his true personality was revealed. He was talkative, had the greatest comebacks and was very invested in campus gossip. Y/n wouldn't be surprised if it was Yoojung secretly running the campus gossip blog page. Yoojung also laughed a lot and that was something that Y/n really liked about him. Needless to say, the attraction had been instant. Sometimes it felt like it was mutual but Yoojung had never spoken about it and so neither did Y/n.
Two months after the formation of this new triog, Yeseul had boldly asked Y/n out on a date. She had asked early in the morning before class and Yoojung had been there. Y/N had hesitated before responding to her question. His gaze had shifted to Yoojung in an attempt to gauge his reaction but Yoojung had said nothing and had averted his gaze, seemingly suddenly finding the paving beneath them very interesting. With the lack of response or reaction from Yoojung, he had simply shrugged and said "Why not?"
They had gone bowling and admittedly the date went well. They had a lot of fun together even though they both sucked really badly at bowling. But that was all it was to Y/n; some fun with a friend. It wasn't anything serious. At least not to him. Yeseul was a nice girl but he just didn't see her in any romantic light.
He had known that Yeseul had wanted to kiss him when he dropped her off at her home afterwards but he had avoided it at smoothly as he could. It wouldn't be fair on her. Especially when all he could think about was kissing her best friend.
He felt like a horrible person because of that but try as he might he couldn't help the way his thoughts and eyes would always stray to Yoojung.
Especially now as he looked over at where Yoojung was sitting down across from him next to Yeseul on the grass.
Yeseul had decided they get together in the park when their schedules were clear since she had been meaning to try out a new dessert recipe and wanted to share them with her friends.
Yoojung looked great. He was dressed casually and his hair was up in a bun, a few strands falling free and framing his face. As if in some cheesy rom-com, the light that shone down from between the leaves of the trees illuminated his face beautifully.
He saw how Yoojung squinted as the sun rays hit him in the eyes and couldn't help the laugh that left him. Both Yoojung and Yeseul looked over at him questioningly.
"Enjoying the sun?" He teased the blond.
Yoojung huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes, "Totally."
"I'm going to the restroom quick," Yeseul piped up, standing and brushing her skirt off.
The boys nodded in acknowledgement and watched as she began what would probably be a five-minute walk to the public restroom.
Yoojung had gone right back to eating. He was making happy sounds every now and then, clearly enjoying the desserts. He didn't speak, solely focused on the flavours. He was so focused that he didn't even register the chocolate smear at the corner of his mouth.
Against his better judgement and in a horribly cliché move, Y/n reached across the space between them and gently swiped his thumb over the corner of Yoojung's mouth, collecting the stray chocolate.
He shamelessly maintained eye contact with Yoojung as he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the chocolate from it. He carefully watched Yoojung for a reaction and was pleased to see the way Yoojung gulped. He seemed flustered by the sight.
Y/n had felt a growing tension between them as time passed but he hadn't had a chance to confirm it properly. He wanted to be sure of the way Yoojung felt about him but didn't really know how to go about it and, to be honest, he was nervous. He had a perfectly good relationship with him as things stood and he didn't want to risk losing a friend.
He suddenly remembered that he had a work event that weekend and needed a date. Perhaps that would be a good start?
"Yoojung?" He spoke up, intending to try to ask him if he maybe wanted to go with him.
"Yeah?" The blond boy looked at him expectantly.
"I was wondering if-"
"What did I miss?" Yeseul interrupted, joining them again.
Yoojung cleared his throat borderline awkwardly and broke eye contact with Y/n and Y/n tried to hide his scowl.
"Nothing," He replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. How did she always manage to interrupt things or push herself into them?
She just gave him a funny look and nodded.
"Oh!" She placed another treat on his paper plate, "I heard you need a date for an event this weekend."
Y/n frowned, "How did you know that?"
She smiled, "Wookjin told me."
Wookjin was their mutual friend and his work colleague. He cursed him in his head.
Yeseul gave him another smile, "I can go with you if you'd like?"
He took a quick glance at Yoojung who had hung his head a little before looking at her again, "Oh, actually, I planning to ask-"
"Good, that's settled then. What should I wear?"
She hadn't let him finish his sentence. It didn't even surprise him anymore.
He shrugged in defeat, "Anything semi-formal."
She frowned at him, "Are you alright?"
He nodded, "Yeah I'm fine. Just remembered I need to go do something."
He got up and gathered his things.
"Thank you for the food and," He looked over at Yoojung, "The company."
Yoojung just gave him a weak smile in return.
"Oh, okay but-" Yeseul started but he was already gone.
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The day of his work event had finally arrived and to be honest, he wasn't exactly thrilled.
He didn't really enjoy his current job. It was a boring desk job that he'd have to endure until after he had his degree and could finally start his desired career path. His co-workers and boss were nice enough but most of them only really liked to talk numbers and sales and he felt he already did enough of that on work days.
So yes, the night was already off to a bad start before it had even begun. He had hoped to have a handsomely dressed Yoojung by his side to brighten things up with his stunning smile but he had to take Yeseul who had basically invited herself instead.
He really didn't have anything against her. She was friendly, funny sometimes and loyal- all the qualities he looked for in a friend. He kept trying to tell her this but she made it impossible. He had started to have a growing suspicion that she was well aware and doing it on purpose.
He had been pleasantly surprised when he gone to pick her up at her home. She looked good and it was a nice change of pace to see her dressed semi-formally instead of her usual trendy minimalistic look.
"Hi!" She greeted him with a bright smile and the scent of her flowery perfume hit him as she opened the door. He once more missed Yoojung as he thought of the way his musky cologne would contrast against her perfume.
"Hi. You look nice," he responded with a smile of his own. She chuckled and looked down at her outfit.
"Oh, this? It's nothing. Just something I threw together, really."
He could clearly see she did not just throw it together.
He gave her a tight smile, "Let's go. We don't want to be late."
"Oh, yes, of course."
♡♡♡
The event was going well. Everyone liked her pretty much instantly. Some of the men and even the one female receptionist even flirted with her before realising she had come with Y/n. They had asked him if she was his girlfriend and he had responded honestly with 'no'. He had felt kind of bad about the twinge of disappointment that flickered through Yeseul's eyes at his words. He wasn't lying though; they weren't an official couple and had only gone on one date. Well, two if you counted that evening.
The night progressed smoothly but as it did so he thought progressively more about Yoojung.
He wondered if Yoojung had caught on and realised that Y/n had been meaning to ask him instead. He wondered what he was up to. Was he still in his shop? Yoojung never really got a chance to actually work at the bookstore he had inherited from his mother since he was studying at the same time but he had a guy named Kyubin who ran the store for him when he was unable to.
Y/n had always been curious about the nature of their relationship. Anyone could tell that they were really good friends and could see that they were quite comfortable with one another. Yoojung had never mentioned a boyfriend or girlfriend nor had he said anything about him dating Kyubin either. Kyubin was a decent guy but Y/n really didn't like the idea of Yoojun dating him nor did he like the idea of Yoojung dating anyone else in general. You could call him selfish all you like, he supposed, but it was true.
He really needed to do something about this. He needed to come clean to both Yoojung and Yeseul.
♡♡♡
The drive to Yeseul's home afterwards had been silent for the most part. She had tried to make small talk with him here and there but he was stuck in his head and also horrible at small talk. After a while she had simply stopped trying.
When they arrived outside of her home he had opened the car door for her and walked her to her front door all the while wondering how to go about telling her how he felt. He wondered if perhaps the window to talk about this issue that evening had already passed but when she gave him a coy smile and invited him inside he knew he needed to say something.
"Yeseul-ah," he called out softly but firmly as he stayed put, not accepting her invitation.
She turned back to face him with a small frown, "What's wrong, oppa?"
She insisted on calling him that often despite being a year older than him and, to be frank, he hated it and it was not the term he wanted to hear- especially not from her.
Was he just being an asshole? He was trying not to be which was why he was standing there at that moment and trying to talk to her about this before he even so much as comsidered confessing to Yoojung.
"I'm not your boyfriend."
Horrible way to start he realised but he had never really been in this position before so he pretty much had no idea what he was doing. How do you let a girl down gently?
Her frown deepened and her smile faded entirely, "Yeah. At least, not yet, right?"
He could see a slightly hopeful look in the eyes and he tried to avoid groaning. She was annoyingly persistent.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
He took a breath, "I mean that you're a nice girl but I don't want to be your boyfriend. I just want to be your friend, Yeseul."
He felt bad as he saw his words register in her eyes.
"What do you mean by that? I thought you liked me?" Her bottom lip quivered.
"As a Friend, Yeseul. I'm sorry but... I like somebody else. I respect you and your feelings so I'm trying to do the right thing and be honest with you."
She stayed silent for a good long moment before she looked up at him again with a dejected gaze.
"It's Yoojung, isn't it?" She asked softly, the question pretty much rhetorical.
His heart jolted at the other boy's name.
"Yes."
He wanted to apologise as soon as he confirmed her suspicions but reminded himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong and that his own happiness mattered too.
Her jaw tensed and he saw her eyes shine with unshed tears.
He groaned internally. Oh god, please don't let her start crying. He never knew what to do when people were crying.
"I knew this was coming," She admitted and now it was his turn to frown.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I was just trying so hard to pretend otherwise. Gaslight myself I suppose."
Bingo. He had been correct.
"How did you know?" He inquired and she scoffed.
"Even a blind person could see your attraction to one another."
His heart skipped a beat.
"I- Do you really think he's attracted to me as well?"
She gave him an incredulous look, "Are you stupid? Of course he is. Have you not seen the way he looks at you? He talks about you even when you're not there, Y/n. It's been a little annoying, to be honest. He's my best friend- I know him well enough to know when he's falling in love."
Falling in love... Y/n was slightly stunned. He had a feeling that Yoojung liked him too but to have it basically confirmed like this just...
Why was she suddenly telling him all of this? And if she knew this all along why did she still push for herself to date Y/n instead? Assuming Yoojung trully was falling in love with him, wouldn't that be selfish of her? But who was he to judge he supposed.
"I'm sorry, Yeseul." He couldn't help but feel bad that she had to see the way he and Yoojung were attracted to each other while she herself had a crush on him. Hadn't Yoojung been in a similar position though?
She waved her hand dismissively at him but he could see the way her tears were threatening to fall, "Don't be sorry. You can't help who you are attracted to."
There was a few seconds of almost deafening silence before he spoke up.
"Will you be all right if I pursue him?"
She sighed, "Yeah, you're my friends so I want you guys to be happy."
"We're still friends right?" He tried to clarify. He had been honest in saying he wanted her as a friend still.
She paused before responding, her voice a little quieter, "Yes. Just give me a little time, okay? To get over you and to... adjust. I'll probably be a little off with you guys for a while but it'll pass eventually."
He nodded; that was understandable and he respected that. He owed her as much.
"Thank you," He offered her a small smile.
He felt a lot better after getting this off his chest despite the lingering feeling of guilt.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Break my best friend's heart and I'll break your neck."
Typical best friend speech. He supposed he really did have her go-ahead.
"I won't," He promised.
"You better not."
He waved goodbye with a smile and she tried to return it. He didn't take her feeble smile to heart. She said she needed time after all.
On to the next and final task of the evening: confessing to Yoojung.
♡♡♡
He'd thought to leave his car at home and walk to Yoojung since Yoojung's home was only a few blocks down from his own but half way there the sky had cracked open and rain began to fall.
By the time he finally arrived at the bookstore that Yoojung both owned and lived above, it was pouring with rain.
There wasn't much of an awning over the entrance of the building so even while Y/n crowed under it, he could still feel water hitting his back.
It had to be nearly eleven p.m. by now and Y/n prayed that Yoojung was still up. He knocked hard on the front door of the bookstore and after a while of not getting a response, he pulled out his cell phone and dialled Yoojung's number.
It rang a few times and just as Y/n began to lose hope, Yoojung answered.
"Hello?" His voice was slightly husky and he sounded as if he'd just woken up.
Y/n's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice but he felt bad that he may have woken him up.
"Hey, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
He heard a chuckle on the other end, "Honestly? Yeah, you did but it's alright, I hadn't been asleep that long. What's up?"
"I'm at the door, could you let me in? It's raining."
"Why are you- Yeah, sure, I'm coming. Just give me a minute."
"Okay." Y/n hung up and looked through the big glass window and into the bookstore expectantly. After a moment a light was flicked on and he saw his friend make his way down the staircase at the back.
"Hey, come in," Yoojung said after unlocking the door. Y/n gladly stepped into the warmth of the shop and out of the rain. Yoojung locked the door again after him and turned to look at him.
"Hey," He said with a small smile and Y/n couldn't help but return it.
"Hey," He responded and Yoojung smiled at him a little brighter before stepping forward to help Y/n take off his soaked suit jacket, only to discover that his white button-up below was absolutely drenched too. So drenched that Yoojung could see the outlines of Y/n's muscles through his shirt where it stuck to the front of him. He couldn't help the way he gulped and his cheeks flushed the slightest.
Y/n scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe leaving my car at my house and walking here wasn't the best idea."
Yoojung snapped his gaze back up to his and snorted, "Ya think?"
He laughed and Yoojung rolled his eyes.
He stepped out of his shoes and found that his socks were at least for the most part dry. Couldn't say the same for his pants.
This was not how he'd expected the night and his confession to go.
Yoonjung nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, "Come up, I'll give you something to change into."
Y/n nodded along and pretended that when Yoojung took his hand to lead him upstairs, his heart rate didn't pick up. It was a small action but a bit bold for the usually shy Yoojung.
Yoojung let him into his reasonably sized flat and disappeared down the short passage to his room, leaving Y/n standing cold, wet and awkwardly in the open-plan kitchen/living room.
A minute later Yoojung popped his head out of his bedroom doorway, "Sorry, I meant for you to follow me."
Y/n laughed and went to him.
Yoojung's room was tidy and quite cosy, everything in muted colours. He had been to Yoojung's home only once before but he hadn't left the living room last time and hadn't had a chance to have a good look around.
"Here," Yoojung handed him sweatpants and a t-shirt, along with a towel.
"You can dry off and change. I'll go make us some coffee."
By the time Y/n left the room, mostly dry and changed, the coffee was finished and Yoojung was leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a warm mug in his hands, staring off at nothing in particular.
"Hey."
Yoojung jolted slightly upon hearing his voice suddenly and he turned his head to look at him.
He felt his heart skip a good few beats at the sight of Y/n in his clothes, the t-shirt he'd given him a little tight on him.
Y/n raised an eyebrow at him and Yoojung realised he'd been staring.
"Sorry, here's your coffee." Yoojung put his cup down to hold Y/n's cup out to him.
He stepped forward and accepted it, taking a sip. He was pleasantly surprised.
"This is pretty good. How'd you know how I take it? Lucky guess?"
"No. You mentioned how you liked your coffee once and I remembered it."
He didn't miss the way Yoojung's cheeks flushed and he decided that it was now or never.
"Yoojung," he called out and Yoojung looked at him questioningly.
"Yes, hyung?"
The sudden term had Y/n's stomach doing a flip.
"I- Earlier this week, when I was talking about needing a date to the event I'd actually... been meaning to ask you, not Yeseul."
He was trying to act nonchalant despite the way his heart rate had picked up and it was a battle.
Yoojung's eyes widened a little. That wasn't what he had been expecting him to say.
"Why exactly did you come to see me, hyung?" He said after a moment.
Y/n put his coffee mug down on the counter, "Yeseul is a nice girl. She really is and I know she wants to properly date me but I... I don't want that with her. I've tried to tell her but she never lets me finish what I'm saying."
"And what is it that you want, hyung?" Yoojung questioned, his voice soft.
He wondered if Yoojung was calling him hyung all of a sudden on purpose.
His eyes traced Yoojung's delicate features, his deep brown eyes, his soft, chin-length blond hair that Y/n absolutely adored and his eyes finally settled on Yoojung's pretty mouth.
He dragged his eyes back up to Yoojung's, "You."
Yoojung froze for a second before dropping his gaze. Y/n didn't miss the pink tint of his cheeks.
Y/n stepped closer to the other boy, "I couldn't stop thinking of you tonight. I wanted to see you all dressed up. I wanted to introduce you to my colleagues. I wanted to have drinks with you and see you laughing and having fun."
His heart was hammering away in his ribcage as he reached a hand out and tilted Yoojung's face up to look at him.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I need to know you feel the same, Yoojung."
Yoojung just looked at him with big brown eyes and flushed cheeks and his pink lips parted.
Y/n wanted to kiss him so badly. He tucked Yoojung's soft blond hair behind his ear, "Please? Do you?"
Yoojung gulped and took a deep breath, "Yes, I do."
A smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Yoojung's lips.
Yoojung couldn't quite believe what was happening.
"Hyung," He murmured when Y/n pulled back.
"Since when do you call me hyung?" Y/n asked and Yoojung blushed again. They were only a few months apart.
"I- "
Y/n kissed him quickly, "I like it."
He kissed him again, harder this time, "I like it a lot."
A realisation struck Yoojung as when Y/n pulled back a little to look at him, he clocked in the growing intensity in Y/n's eyes. He felt warmth pool in his belly.
He gripped Y/n's shirt and pulled him closer, "Kiss me, hyung."
Y/N's breath hitched before he did just as he was told, tangling his fingers in Yoojung's hair and connecting their lips again.
It didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, months of tension finally snapping and taking control of them.
He held Yoojung close to him as they kissed, appreciating the feeling of his warm body against his. A part of him still couldn't believe this was happening. He wondered if Yoojung was having similar thoughts.
He lifted Yoojung by the waist, perched him on the edge of the counter and stood between his legs before pressing his lips to his once more.
He loved the way Yoojung's kisses felt. They found the perfect rhythm quickly and Y/n had to admit that Yoojung was an amazing kisser and that this was probably the best kiss he'd ever had.
Yoojung cupped Y/n's face in his hands and slowed his kisses down until he eventually pulled back from the kiss with Y/n's lips chasing after his for a second.
Yoojung just rested his forehead against his, feeling his warm breath on his face. Y/n gave him a gentle kiss before stroking his hair out of his face.
It was best they stopped, he silently agreed. He was too into this and if they continued it would probably end up with clothes strewn everywhere.
There's a time and place for everything and now was not the time. He had come here to confess and tell Yoojung how he felt with complete honesty- not to sleep with him.
He lifted his head and his eyes traced Yoojung's pink cheeks, closed eyes and puffy lips and his heart fluttered. The knowledge that Yoojung felt the same had him feeling warm all over. Was he melting?
"Yoojung," He held his face gently in his hands.
Yoojung opened his eyes to look at him, "Hm?"
"Go out with me? Like officially?"
Yoojung looked hesitant for a second, "But Yeseul-"
"She knows."
"How did she take it?"
"Well, she's a little hurt and pretty disappointed. She really did like me after all. But she'll come around eventually, she just needs a bit of time."
Yoojung remained silent and panic rose in Y/n's chest.
"You don't have to. I can wait or-"
Yoojung kissed him to shut him up.
"I just needed a second to process. I've liked you for a while now and it's almost hard to believe you feel the same."
Y/n huffed out a laugh, "Have I not been obvious the past few months?"
Yoojung thought for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I suppose. I'm just a chronic overthinker."
He gave him a small smile and he returned it, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's figure and holding him tight.
"So?"
Yoojung's smile widened. Y/n thought he looked the most beautiful when he smiled. Had he mentioned that yet?
"Yeah, I'll go out with you."
Y/n grinned and kissed Yoojung again. He never wanted to stop.
"I have another company dinner in a few weeks. Come with me?"
"You still just want to see me dolled up."
He gave him a cheeky smile, "Of course. I bet you look absolutely dashing in a button-up"
"Dashing? What am I, a prince?"
Y/n shrugged, "I mean, you've got the looks."
"Are you always such a flirt?"
"No, I guess you just bring out the best in me."
Yoojung scoffed, "That's debatable."
Y/n laughed and kissed him again, "Yoojung?"
"Hmm?"
"You have a beautiful smile."
"Flirt."
Y/n tucked Yoojung's hair behind his ear, "I'm serious."
Yoojung blushed lightly, "Thank you."
There was a moment's silence before Yoojung spoke up again.
"You woke me up-"
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, it was worth it. The point is though that I am tired."
"Oh, do you want me to leave?"
"No. Stay but behave yourself."
"I can't make any promises."
Yoojung slapped him lightly, "I'm being serious here, Casanova."
"As am I."
"I'm regretting my decision."
"No, please don't. I'll shut up."
Yoojung laughed and kissed him (Y/n didn't think he'd ever get tired of kissing him), "I'm just teasing you, idiot. But really, I'm fighting to keep my eyes open."
Despite offering to take the couch, Yoojung insisted Y/n sleep in bed with him. Which might have been a mistake because even then Y/n didn't shut up.
Just as Yoojung was finally falling asleep Y/n spoke up again.
"I'm so happy, Yoo."
Yoojung huffed but kissed Y/n's hair, "Me too, hyung. But sleep now please."
"Okay."
Y/n held Yoojung tight the whole night, clinging to him as if he was worried he'd disappear but Yoojung didn't mind. He definitely didn't. Not after months of pining after him.
A/N: Could've probably ended that better but I'm on new medication and I can't think as well as I usually do.
#I'm trying to clear out my drafts#Because I keep starting new works without finishing the previous ones#Anyways I probably could have done better on this one#I'm trying my best sorry#onlyoneof#yoojung#Yoojung x reader#Yoojung x male reader#kpop#y/n#kpop fanfic#kpop bxb#friends to lovers#Angst#lgbt#onlyoneof yoojung#onlyoneof fanfic#lee taeyeob#Taeyeob
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slighty spicy~
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For Tonight (Zelda x Fem!Reader)
Just posted the slighty rewritten/revised version of this request on Ao3!
Pairing: OoT!Zelda x Fem!Reader
Quite angsty with no comfort, kind of spicy, maybe a little bit fluffy. One shot. Mind the tags in Ao3!
Childhood friends in the royal palace, yet even their friendship is kept undercover since her 15th birthday.
And then a fateful encounter occurs, giving you false hope.
But for tonight, you clung to each other.
I am still considering another part for this, but it kind of depends on the feedback, so I hope you enjoy!
#zelda fandom#legend of zelda#zelda fanfiction#fluff#zelda x reader#zelda x fem!reader#ocarina of time#oot zelda#sheik#fanfic#loz#angst#wlw fiction#lime#queer#lgbtq#zelda
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🦋 . . . masterlist loaded !
fluff fics: (f.) mature fics: (m.) angst fics: (a.)
. . . lee heeseung !
la rouge — (m.)
rivals (with benefits) — (m.)
. . . park jongseong !
movie star — (f.)
. . . sim jaeyun !
game caterers — (m. with a mix of f.)
not so puppy-like — (m.)
. . . park sunghoon !
coming soon.
. . . misc !
most to least would tease their boyfriend in bed/while making out: hyung line — (slighty m.)
their favorite sex positions: hyung line — (m.)
dry humping: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when you ask them if you could top them: hyung line — (m.)
what they'll do if they got hard in the morning: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when you tell them they're your comfort person: enhypen minus ni-ki — (f.)
their favorite place to mark you: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when they hear you moan for the first time while making out: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when you ask them to make a sex tape with you: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when they see your spicy yaoi drawings: hyung line — (m.)
their reaction when you tell them you find them hot in suits: hyung line — (m.)
three is better than one — lhs, pjs, sjy x male!reader (m.)
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closer to their target, anon chomp what they can of the woodsman's neck, sharp little teeth leaving indents
He mewls his eye's hooding as he becomes putty in their hands
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What RW scugs would taste like blended into a smoothie
Survivor: Vanilla Yogurt. Factory setting of a scug, factory setting of a smoothie (/milkshake at this point)
Monk: Coconut+Banana+Vanilla. Consider this, Vanilla is the flavor of their sibling (makes sense), they themselves are banana-coded, and the coconut is just in there for extra zest. Is it somewhat basic? Yes. Because Monk is somewhat basic.
(By the way I know most smoothies involve Banana, but if I say Banana then it's specifically flavored as such)
Hunter: Lemon+Strawberry+Ginger. Hunter can't just taste normal- Honestly, realistically, it would be nasty- Because of the Rot, y'know. Anyways, bitter, a smidge spicy, but still red/pink with smoothie sweetness.
Nightcat: Sesame+Blueberries. Just about as black as a smoothie can get. Not very sweet; the taste overall just isn't all that intense. Most interesting feature is the texture. Alternatively, Oreo milkshake! But you know. That's licherally just a milkshake.
Gourmand: PB+Peach+Mango+Yogurt. The return of the yogurt flavor, not because of any relation, I just think Gourmand would be a thicker smoothie (/milkshake.. again). Creamy flavor yk. Same reason for the (smidge of) peanut butter... The fruit are both round and exude good vibes. I could also see Melon or Honeydew btw.
Rivulet: Battery Acid. Okay maybe he'd have blue raspberry flavor or something, but it would definitely be synthetic-feeling. Put some sour powder in there. Or some salt. Some energy drink in there. What the fuck is this drink???? Is it a milkshake??? a smoothie???? an affront to all that is holy??? FUCK IF I KNOW I don't make drinks
Spearmaster: Grape+Watermelon. A light and fresh drink... To perhaps be enjoyed with long biscuits, or perhaps some white chocolate sticks (whatever you call those). You can use it to drink your prescription medicine, just like Spearmaster after going to their therapist!
Artificer: Pomegranate+Blackberry+Cayenne Pepper. An honestly slighty fucked up smoothie with a deep red color. Doesn't go easy on the spice, more than you'd expect from just Cayenne, probably. The more it makes you feel like YOUR spit can turn a spear explosive, the better <3
Saint: Kale+Avocado+Banana. Yes this is a type of smoothie that exists... Kinda?? Anyways, it probably sorta tastes like grass, it's filling and could probably count as a dinner smoothie perhaps? It won't really keep you warm, it's a smoothie after all, but maybe you'll turn green afterwards
Enot: Mystery Sauce. It tastes different the longer it's in your mouth, and then the aftertaste is yet again something different. It kind of tastes like medicine, yet sweet, yet also flat sometimes. Thick smell and kinda looks oily <:(
Reblog if you want me to blend the iterators next /j
More seriously idk what came over me so I may never do this again uhm. thumbs up
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• Shun - Headcanons
He's actually an extravert, sorry, personalitydatabase is wrong, he doesn't mind big groups and really likes company ! He's the kind to come at your table and start talking to you out of pure sympathy, but only has a few close friends, the other Bronzes if u didn't get it
After the Hades events, he got some trauma AND slighty red eyes due to Hades's presence in his body. His natural eye color is blue, but after Hades they seem "stained" by some red
He enjoys spending time in the bathroom with Shiryu doing face, hair masks, etc, pretty boys bonding together... (usually he doesn't do anything to his face but enjoys spending time with Shiryu like that)
A spicy food lover. Don't eat his pizza leftovers, like, really DON'T, your mouth will probably explode
I like to see him as a men enjoyer (homosexual)
The second smallest as a teen, but ended up the same height as Hyôga as an adult, around 178cm
#I love Shun sm he's such a funny little lad especially when he gets all sassy like in the manga when Seiya got hurt and kept complaining#'is this the famous Andromeda Chain ?' 'Come and see by yourself :)' HE'S SO 😭😭#andromeda shun#saint seiya#kotz
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Oh tell me about your current favourite food :3? Am curious. Mine is a mexican style chicken sandwich I had a few weeks ago. Am a very very bad picky eater (on bad days I go with one meal per day cause I don’t feel like it). But this sandwich was a blessing. It was moist, creamy, had bread, wasn’t too spicy but still had flavour, it had veggies too. But it is on the other side of munich (capital of bavaria, so it’s very big) but I almost cried eating it. It was insane. :3 Before it was a special lasagna my sibling makes (they went out of their way to search a recipe that didn’t had the things I disliked but still would taste like lasagna (sometimes I don’t deserve my sibling, they are my favourite human)
Sorry about the length of this. :3
This was a blessing to read (I wish I had such an experience with food too 🥲)
The only similar experience that comes to mind was last friday at summer camp
So I have been trying not to eat any sweets, snacks and cakes since february (it was the easiest way I could figure to lose weight that I needed to if wanting to meet the gender clinic's criteria for getting top op even tho I am at least one and a half year away of even getting offered one). At first it was a struggle but over time the few times I gave in (at special occassions) the sweets actually didnt taste good to me anymore so it seemed less and less of a loss to me.
Well for summer camp I had given myself permission to eat cake for the two party dinners that happened at the fridays. The second week we got this cake with pink aniscoated sugar on top and homemade vanilla ice at the top. And the sheer taste of it filled my every sense with pleasure. It was moist, compact and tasted slighty of licourice (which is one of my favourite flavours) and I was on cloud 9. It probably helped that I had succesfully introcuded käärijä to the summer camp through having performed my cover of cha cha cha so I was already close to said cloud 9 but wow that cake was just was I needed
So getting home to my mom's house after summer camp where there is temptations (candy) everywhere was even harder now I actually got my taste for sweets back 😅 I am glad to inform I only gave in once when I ate a 100g bag of chips 😆 and now I am going home to my own house with nothing to eat anywhere anyways (need to buy groceries) I hopefully will fall back into not eating sweets again - who knows maybe the summer camp deserts will taste just as great next year then if I have kept from eating sweets more or less for a year at that point 😆
Thank you for the ask Jay it was nice to rant about a random food experience after reading yours 💚💚
#sorry for the overuse of gifs - i couldnt figure out how to delete on tumblr mobile xD#micahs thoughts#also my current favourite food is probably homemade pizza or this honey thai chicken I got at the beginning of the year#it tasted so gooooood#replies
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Bully Tengen x AFAB reader
I took this inspiration from a boyfriend asmr role play by Lustium you guys should check out his channel he makes so great spicy asmr
You were in the library minding your own business reading a book for the upcoming test. Seated at the corner of the library just so you could have your peace and quiet when you saw a shadowy figure standing in front of you.Of course you look up to see who it is,To you surprise it’s Tengen standing in front of you what do you want Tengen you said,why am I even surprised to see you here you don’t do anything besides study geez you need some fucking friends you know that.What do you want from me now hey listen nerd who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that he says,You reply I’m not doing anything ,What do you even want from me you say slighty angered fuck can’t believe I’m doing this listen I want you to do my assignment for me an-no you say cutting him off before he finished talking excuse me the hell did you just say he said looking angry to I said no he laughed wow you’re really getting on my nerves you know that .Yes I do you said why exactly should I do your assignment for you because I fucking said so well I don’t want to go find someone else to do it for you you said getting up to leave.Tengen grabs your hand slamming your back onto the desk hey I’ll beat your ass do what the fuck I say you stayed silent that’s more like it as I was saying you will do my assignment for me b-but I don’t want to you say nervously does it look like I give a shit.He grabs you hand dragging you to the room ,What the you doing let me go! you yelled at him shut up he told you why did you bring me here you said looking around this was the old sewing room.bitch look at me so you you’re defying me huh well I you stuttered to find your words you wanna know something he said you looked at him confused w-what you said.A little someone told me you had feelings for me hearing that you face went pale as you looked at him in shock w-who told you that oh so it is true he smirked answer my question who told you that shit so it is true well fuck tell me who told you let’s see do you you recognize this name Sarah miller.Once again you were shocked hearing that name it was none other than the name of your ex bestfriend I always wondered what happened to you two you guys were always together wherever you went maybe she got bored of your boring ass personality.you couldn’t focus on what he was saying your mind was racing back to the time you told Sarah that you liked Tengen,You looked back Tengen tearing up why the hell are you crying he said wiping your tears I-you struggled to say anything your words were getting caught in you throat.Let me ask you this Tengen said do you get of to me degrading you huh tell me you just stood there not saying word but what he said next shocked you.You entice me you know that what? You said yeah why do you think I spend my time when I’m not with my friends or sleeping with other women with you he said smiling.Actually now that we’re alone it’s a good time to teach you to not let people over you but at the same time not talk back me isn’t it he said suddenly kissing you
I am so so sorry if this was bad like I mentioned I’m new to making fanfics so please bear with me but that’s all for part 1
I will see you next time bye 😘 my lovelies and remember you are beautiful 🤩
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