LOVE MAZE

gender fluid || they/them || 8teen "Love is a maze damn but you is amaze yeah" 🇵🇸

[harunayuuka]

MC: What if we start dating?

Idia: What if you start waking up to reality?

MC: ...

Idia: ...

MC: *playfully strangles him*

Idia: *pretends to cough aggressively*

Ortho: ...

Ortho: *posts on Magicam*

Ortho: "My brother and the Prefect are not aware that they're already dating. Should I just have them sign a marriage contract?"

[amiko14]

Fighting all the overblot together

Y/n: Shit, we’re gonna die

Trey: Now, I don’t wanna hear that negative attitude. Look on the bright side

Y/n: Yay, we’re gonna die! Wooo!

[nomercyanywhere-deactivated2024]

public sex with some jjk men

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a train w/ satoru

"yeah bounce on it, give everyone a show baby~" he whispers into your ears as he sits back and watches your ass jiggle with each time you drop yourself down onto him, his legs spread wide so you'd have enough space to go up and down. people gawked and looked at you both with a surprised and disgusted look,, but you were too were fucked stupid to notce that, your mind was blank from roughly fucking yourself on satorus cock. you didn't even notice how of the shameless men had began jacking off to the sight. "hey now, isn't that illegal? someone call the cops on that guy" he ridicules them but grabs your hips then fuck upward and into you even more.

an elevator w/ suguru

in a crowed elevator, everyone just trying their best to ignore your whimpers and moans. suguru had your back facing him while you were watching those poor people stuck in there with you two. if ever you try to look away he'd pull your hair and make you arch your back. "I-I'm calling the cops -!" an old lady scrambled to reach for her phone in her bag, but before she even got to turn it on suguru snatched it away from her hand. he then snaps a few pics of your fucked out face along with his smug smirk at the back. "for proof, while you're at it~" then hands the old lady back her phone.

a park w/ toji

"t-toji... there's so many people ~!" you struggled to form words, even covering your mouth to muffle out your moans. "f'course there'd be a lot of people, we're in a park honey~" he was fucking you sideways on one of the benches, the street lamps shined at you both as if it were a spotlight. your right leg on his shoulder and his hand on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucks you deeper and deeper." d-don't l-ook -!!" you try to say, but due to his ruthless fucking you, it just came out incoherent. "c'mon prince, show them how you much you love my cock~

an office w/ nanami

"as I was saying ─" his voice slowly became more and more faded, as he was explaining to his workers business stuff, he was also stuffing his lovely assistant, shamelessly right in front of them. your upper body laid flat on the table while your feet barely touched the ground, his cock buried balls deep in you. always creating a loud plap sound whenever he slams his hips into your ass and makes you cockwarm him. if ever things got heated up or someone had disagreed with him in the office, he'll take his frustration out on you by pulling out till his dick tips the only left inside then bottoming out, sometimes making the table move.

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[harunayuuka]

Leona: Herbivore, come here a sec.

MC: Hm?

Leona: Wear this. *throws his housewarden uniform at them*

MC: ...

MC: Why?

Leona: Just wear it. You'll find out why.

*At the housewarden meeting*

The housewardens: ...

MC: *wearing Leona's housewarden uniform, fake lion ears and tail*

MC: This doesn't answer my question earlier, Leona.

Leona: Vil said I have the ugliest uniform. So I have to prove him wrong.

MC: Oh. Okay. But why would you choose me to wear it?

Leona: You look good in everything.

MC: ...

Kalim: I agree! I bet you will also look good in my dorm uniform!

Vil: No! No! Stay away from my potato! Your uniforms show too much skin!

Idia: Lol, Vil became conservative real quick.

Riddle: I agree with Vil-senpai. MC suits formal attire most.

Leona: Shut it, corporate kid.

Azul: I could feel an opportunity coming from this chaos.

Azul: MC, you should- Huh? Where did they go?

Idia: Malleus already snatched them.

Malleus: Personally speaking, my clothes will fit you the most.

MC: Um... Won't they just look like pajamas on me?

Malleus: Fear not. I can always summon my couturier.

[reallyromealone]

Wonderland gifts

Leona kingscholar x male reader

Reader is a bunny, fluff, cute

(name) was hiding.

Why?

Well... He had been secretly leaving wonderland courting gifts for Leona and the other man had caught him, judging by the look he wasn't happy with the bunnies secret courting.

He knew Leona wasn't a fan of herbivores like (name) but he couldn't help it! He was so cool and handsome! God was he in over his head? God, he was stupid to think he would want him!

(Name) wanted to cry as he talked himself out of it.

For the past six weeks Leona had been finding strange gifts for him, tiny cakes and nonsense poems and tea flavors that were strange combinations to say the least. "What the..." He lifted a tiny bottle that said "drink me" he wasn't going to but he was going to figure out what the potion was-- well he was getting Ruggie to do it as he couldn't be bothered to do it himself.

"Luck potion?" The small gold potion sparked under the lights in the dorm "super hard to make apparently, whoever made it for you must have taken forever to get the ingredients~" Ruggie said with a sing song voice and Leona looked at the bottle with a bored expression.

Interesting.

Little trinkets and oddities made their way to Leona, the lion had yet to see just whom it was who left him these gifts but each one was more personal than the last, weird gifts but they were nice none the less.

"A pillow?" He mumbled as he looked at the note "an enchanted pillow that is always cool and never lumpy" oddly specific but the admirer took into consideration of his naps instead of chastising him.

Then he saw it.

Heartslabyuls little white rabbit putting a pocket watch on his desk.

"It's you" Leona said passively as he stalked towards the bunny who looked *stressed* to say the least "I-im sorry!" He yelped before bolting, surprisingly fast though Leona should have expected it from a bunny.

He was cute he wouldn't lie.

Now to find the bunny.

(Name) was anxious as he fiddled with his pocket watch, hiding in his burrow as he did his homewor-- well he tried at least, god he felt like such an idiot! Leona looked so annoyed at him!

The entire Heartslabyul dorm noticed the bunnies down mood, having barely left his room to eat-- hell Ace tried luring him out with carrot cake and nothing!

(Name) tried his best to keep his head down but that was hard when the entire savanaclaw dorm was practically hunting you down.

God was Leona really that annoyed?!

"There you are" (name) turned to get pinned against the wall, panic flooding him "courting me only to run off?" Leona teased as he leaned close "are herbaceous little things like yourself always so skittish?"

"I-I apologize... I was to nervous to give them to you face to face..."

"My... How should I punish a herbivore like you, little bunny " Leonas had a cocky grin on his face as he got close enough to his lips nearly touching the poor rabbits who in all this poofed into rabbit form, causing Leona to laugh "you're coming with me little bunny, punishment is napping with me"

[polariae]

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[kthologue]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

[ventique18]

🐉🌸 probably the annoying pair who keep referring to each other as "my precious friend" but like, casually plays with each other's hands at the cafeteria after lunch.

🐉, holding their hand before leaving for the Bell of Solace: "Be careful out here, alright?"

🌸: "Don't worry so much, Hornton. I'm not as strong as you are but I'm super capable, you know? I can pull out weeds all night!"

🐉, nuzzling his cheek against the top of their head: "I know, but..."

🌸, patting his cheeks lightly: "You be careful. I'll see you later, okay?"

The other students: "Can you please tone down the public display of affection?"

🐉: "What is wrong with it? I am merely concerned for my friend's wellbeing."

Students: ""Friend". Yeah right. Friends who rub each other's cheeks with a 1 cm distance between their faces."

It seems like the fae still has much left to learn.

[ventique18]

Calisthenics

Warning: crude language and a foul mouth

Lilia, gaming next door and feeling a sudden earthquake: "Why is there an earth... No, it's just coming from Malleus' room. What is that boy doing? MAL--"

Lilia, suddenly realizing something: "Could it be?! Has my boy finally managed to get some bitches? And there's only one person in this entire school who qualifies as his bitch!"

Lilia: "Oh, I am so proud. To think he would figure out how to do it all by himself! Without the help of visual aids! He truly is a very smart lad!"

Lilia, throwing a shoe to the wall to get Malleus' attention: "DON'T WEAR PROTECTION!"

His boy is simply going through a severe case of dragon zoomies.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ME NOT F*CK ME!

yan! school grass (most handsome/perfect guy)/rival x crossdresser! male! reader x yan! friends - part one

tw/cw: mention of abusive parents (but not reader’s) and yandere themes. also your rival has some repressed sexual urges, he really needs to get laid or some head or something-

just read migi and dali and gahd NOW I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE CROSSDRESS /GENDERBENDER BL NOVEL IM IN HORRID ROTTING

Like I imagine this the best with stoic and/or tsun yans the best. You know those types that want to be perfect but only feels perfect when they’re with reader.

ive always loved these tropes as a kid, from mulan to that one tawog episode where darwin fell in love with fem! gumball and like this was even before i knew i wasnt cis but gahd AAAAAAA

also inspired by @moyazaika ‘s rival work. go read it!!

but anyways have the fic, lowercase intentional for first part to differentiate povs.

it was a dare given by your friend group earlier last weekend. wear the girls uniform and a wig for the entire month. it was easy to get the materials necessary for the most part. your mother had several wigs and was more than happy to style her son in feminine clothing. she was just amazing and supportive about your whims like that.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that no one recognized you in your new look.

the day started like many of your other ones at the school, you’d race your rival as the first one in class and whoever wins gets rights to a smug look on their face until the next thing you guys eventually compete on.

but unlike the crestfallen expression you expected — nay wanted — from that stupid pretty boy, you were greeted by what you could only described as complete bafflement.

“what?” despite having a different reaction from what you imagined, you managed to keep a composed appearance. “cat got your tongue?”

“ah. . .”

and that were the only words he said to you the entire day. nothing else. not a single groan of anger whenever you answered everything correctly, he didn’t even attempt at stopping you mid-way or disagree with you answer simply because he wanted to annoy you.

and so you couldn’t help it, as soon as the bell rang signalling lunch time you swiftly turned around to face him.

“are you alright?”

you inquired. not at all worried about his well-being at the slightest. you hated him with all your being after all and you didn’t make an effort to be soft with your tone either.

“h-huh?” he looked dazed. like his head had been in the clouds and you just yanked him down to ground.

your rival never got distracted.

“you—“ you reached out about to smack his face to keep him in check.

“if you’ll excuse me!” he smacked your hand out of the way, screeched at you, and then left in a hurry to who knows where.

nevermind that was definitely him. that silly brat hated it whenever you touched him. he must have just been having issues at home again or something.

Haoyu was trembling — shaking uncontrollably as his breaths turned more shallow by the second. His heart was pumping blood in places of his body where it shouldn’t have been in the middle of school hours. Sweat lined his entire skin and it didn’t help how the bathroom he rushed into had nothing to keep the temperature down.

Who were you?

You sat at his rival’s seat. That nasty kid that always got in his nerves. No one questioned the boy’s absence and he would have asked the teachers on what had happened if you didn’t suddenly take his breath away.

You were, ethereal. Otherworldy even. When he first saw you he was taken away by the way your hair moved in the wind (if only he knew . . .).

Still, he was far too distracted by [Y/N]’s absence to properly let the feeling simmer.

Then, all that went away when you reeled in his mind back at you again at class. You were incredible, capable, intelligent, and oh so perfect. But unlike that stupid child that usually sat in front of him, he did not feel an ounce of envy at all.

If only who could see your eyes as you spoke; the tone of your voice conveyed so much passion that he wanted to see in those beautiful (e/c) orbs.

And his prayers were granted by none other than the goddess that is you,

“Are you alright?”

Your voice? Oh your voice! Haoyu’s heard it already of course, but each new time you spoke it was like a whole new melody, a new piece that immediately turned into his favorite.

His mind was too fried with these thoughts, thoughts that his parents would no doubt beat out of him if they found out.

His feels the parts down there suddenly move. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He wasn’t without his hormones after all. But this was the first time it ever reacted that way so strongly, like if he didn’t give it attention himself it’d explode.

“Mmph…”

And for the time in his entire life, Haoyu does something he knew his parents would definitely be disappointed if not livid about. A hand on his mouth, and another in his school uniform’s pants.

lunch time.

you usually spent those studying or preparing for the next class as hanging out with your friends always ended with you being too distracted to do schoolwork but today you had to show up with ‘proof’ that you went through with their dare.

“yiran ? yichen ?”

no response.

you sighed. as usual, the twins were late. what did you expect? those two would be caught dead before they could be early much less found in the library.

and so you spent the entire time reading,

unaware of the crowd that formed around you while you were busy studying.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ME NOT F*CK ME!

yan! school grass (most handsome/perfect guy)/rival x crossdresser! male! reader x yan! friends - part one

tw/cw: mention of abusive parents (but not reader’s) and yandere themes. also your rival has some repressed sexual urges, he really needs to get laid or some head or something-

just read migi and dali and gahd NOW I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE CROSSDRESS /GENDERBENDER BL NOVEL IM IN HORRID ROTTING

Like I imagine this the best with stoic and/or tsun yans the best. You know those types that want to be perfect but only feels perfect when they’re with reader.

ive always loved these tropes as a kid, from mulan to that one tawog episode where darwin fell in love with fem! gumball and like this was even before i knew i wasnt cis but gahd AAAAAAA

also inspired by @moyazaika ‘s rival work. go read it!!

but anyways have the fic, lowercase intentional for first part to differentiate povs.

it was a dare given by your friend group earlier last weekend. wear the girls uniform and a wig for the entire month. it was easy to get the materials necessary for the most part. your mother had several wigs and was more than happy to style her son in feminine clothing. she was just amazing and supportive about your whims like that.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that no one recognized you in your new look.

the day started like many of your other ones at the school, you’d race your rival as the first one in class and whoever wins gets rights to a smug look on their face until the next thing you guys eventually compete on.

but unlike the crestfallen expression you expected — nay wanted — from that stupid pretty boy, you were greeted by what you could only described as complete bafflement.

“what?” despite having a different reaction from what you imagined, you managed to keep a composed appearance. “cat got your tongue?”

“ah. . .”

and that were the only words he said to you the entire day. nothing else. not a single groan of anger whenever you answered everything correctly, he didn’t even attempt at stopping you mid-way or disagree with you answer simply because he wanted to annoy you.

and so you couldn’t help it, as soon as the bell rang signalling lunch time you swiftly turned around to face him.

“are you alright?”

you inquired. not at all worried about his well-being at the slightest. you hated him with all your being after all and you didn’t make an effort to be soft with your tone either.

“h-huh?” he looked dazed. like his head had been in the clouds and you just yanked him down to ground.

your rival never got distracted.

“you—“ you reached out about to smack his face to keep him in check.

“if you’ll excuse me!” he smacked your hand out of the way, screeched at you, and then left in a hurry to who knows where.

nevermind that was definitely him. that silly brat hated it whenever you touched him. he must have just been having issues at home again or something.

Haoyu was trembling — shaking uncontrollably as his breaths turned more shallow by the second. His heart was pumping blood in places of his body where it shouldn’t have been in the middle of school hours. Sweat lined his entire skin and it didn’t help how the bathroom he rushed into had nothing to keep the temperature down.

Who were you?

You sat at his rival’s seat. That nasty kid that always got in his nerves. No one questioned the boy’s absence and he would have asked the teachers on what had happened if you didn’t suddenly take his breath away.

You were, ethereal. Otherworldy even. When he first saw you he was taken away by the way your hair moved in the wind (if only he knew . . .).

Still, he was far too distracted by [Y/N]’s absence to properly let the feeling simmer.

Then, all that went away when you reeled in his mind back at you again at class. You were incredible, capable, intelligent, and oh so perfect. But unlike that stupid child that usually sat in front of him, he did not feel an ounce of envy at all.

If only who could see your eyes as you spoke; the tone of your voice conveyed so much passion that he wanted to see in those beautiful (e/c) orbs.

And his prayers were granted by none other than the goddess that is you,

“Are you alright?”

Your voice? Oh your voice! Haoyu’s heard it already of course, but each new time you spoke it was like a whole new melody, a new piece that immediately turned into his favorite.

His mind was too fried with these thoughts, thoughts that his parents would no doubt beat out of him if they found out.

His feels the parts down there suddenly move. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He wasn’t without his hormones after all. But this was the first time it ever reacted that way so strongly, like if he didn’t give it attention himself it’d explode.

“Mmph…”

And for the time in his entire life, Haoyu does something he knew his parents would definitely be disappointed if not livid about. A hand on his mouth, and another in his school uniform’s pants.

lunch time.

you usually spent those studying or preparing for the next class as hanging out with your friends always ended with you being too distracted to do schoolwork but today you had to show up with ‘proof’ that you went through with their dare.

“yiran ? yichen ?”

no response.

you sighed. as usual, the twins were late. what did you expect? those two would be caught dead before they could be early much less found in the library.

and so you spent the entire time reading,

unaware of the crowd that formed around you while you were busy studying.

[naivegh0ul]

Hi, can I ask for ghost with a reader who is incredibly quiet during sex, like, they make barely any sounds unless they are forced

I think Ghost would absolutely abuse your quietness. He wouldn't try to force you to be loud and vocal (though he did when you two first got together), but now he uses it to his advantage.

He has you on his cock at the most inappropriate moments. He could be in a call with Price, discussing serious matters and you'll be lying beneath him, soft and pliant as he thrusts into you, the hand not holding his phone placed on your hip to keep you in place.

He just loves to see how far he can go without getting caught. You're so silent, the only sounds coming out of you are little hums or exhales, nothing to where he has to slap a hand over your mouth to quiet you.

There've been moments where you have had to muffle Ghost's moans with your hands, clamping them over Ghost's mouth to get him to stop being so loud.

Your hands over his mouth always seem to turn him on more, though. And he doesn't even seem to remember that Price is still on the phone. He presses the mute button - at least, he hopes he did - and fucks into you like an animal, his full balls slapping against your skin as he shoves two fingers into your mouth as the only way to get you to make noise is to have you gagging on something, preferably his cock.

[reallyromealone]

Azul x Malleus brother male reader

Fae courting

A broach

A coin

And a paperclip.

These are the things that Azul had received from (name) Draconia within the past few days, the fae wandering to him at random points and placing them in his hand wandering off, leaving the octopus merman VERY confused as he held the shiny trinket.

what was this??? What's he trying to tell him?!

"Well I don't understand the political spectrum of box beetles but I'm sure we could work out something" (name) said softly, voice joyful and absent-minded. "Perhaps we could ask my brother to assist on this" (name) offered unaware of eyes on him.

Jade and Floyd watched in the distance, following their bosses order on figuring out (name)s motives but so far they saw him tend to mushrooms and talk to insects along with chatting with his brother about fae nonsense, nothing to raise suspicion.

"A... Iron frog?"

"Silver, iron doesn't like fae" (name) said airily as he played with Azuls hand "I was informed by the trees that a confectionery has bloomed in the east..." He said to the other who raised an eyebrow "ok?"

"I wish to be invited" (name) said looking at him with a smile and Azul just stared "so?"

"Perhaps someone could invite me and tell me tales of their whimsies" (name) looked hopeful but Azul wasn't getting it "I hope you find someone to do that with" and with that (name) was alone.

"He's my paramour yet he rejected my advances for an outing" (name) said to Lilia who smiled at his nephew figure who looked confused, not understanding why his beloved would not go to a cafe with him despite not asking but instead implying that he wanted to go there with him.

And now Lilia was dealing with a pouty prince "perhaps I should ask my beloved child of the sea to play his table games... Oh I should have considered his feelings on the subjects of our engagements" (name) looked upset with himself "perhaps take him to a cafe of sorts that has board games" Lilia supplied and (name) tilted his head confused "I will seek Council with someone to assist me on this" and with that (name) was gone.

'that sweet hopeless sparrow's Lilia thought as he watched him wander off.

"Oh? Hello (name)" Vil looked at the younger Draconia brother who handed him old coins "I wish to seek in conversation with you in regards to romantic rendezvous" (name) said seriously and Vil looked very confused "my beloved paramour Azul has rejected my proposition for a romantic outing and I wish to know what would fancy him instead" Vil wanted to laugh at this situation, the fae precious in his attempts to woo a man who Vil isn't even sure knows (name) has been pursuing.

"Well perhaps we can figure something out"

"By the seven he was asking me out" Azul said stopping in his tracks as he went over the earnings from the lounge "the coins... He was asking me out"

"Oh he thinks you're dating" Ace said casually as he sipped on his drink "what?" Azul looked floored at this "he refers to you as his Paramore, you accepted Fae courting gifts after all"

Azul needed to find (name).

Vil smiled as he dressed (name) up, the fae prince pleased with the flower crown and nice clothes that weren't too restrictive "now you go tell him that you wish to see his coin collection" Vil was supportive of the other as he urged him to go find Azul.

(Name) wandered the halls blissfully as he looked for his beloved ocean born lover "(name)!" Azul called out as he briskly walked to the other "hello fair ocean treasure, I was hoping we could eng--""are you telling people were dating?" He asked getting to the poing and (name) tilted his head "why would I not speak of our courtship"

Frustrated Azul sighed "because we aren't?"

"But you accepted my gifts?"

"That was a mistake"

Azul regretted his words at the simply heartbroken expression (name) held at the word mistake, it was a mistake? But... But he accepted his courting?

(Name) was a mistake to him?

"(Name), I di-"" very well, I hope you find yourself in good health... Goodbye"

And with that (name) was gone.

Malleus was protective of his younger brother, (name) was his kin after all.

So seeing him so visibility distraught as he clutched a flower crown in his hands "I wish not to seek romantic intentions anymore..."

"But what of your courtship with the ocean born?" Malleus comforted his brother who looked tearful "he claimed our courtship was a mistake!" He cried into his hands and Malleus felt rage bubble within him at his brothers betrayal.

"He is not worthy of your affections"

"That was cruel" Rook spoke up after seeing the interaction "he was so hopelessly in love with you too... Poor little thing" he sighed with false sadness "he had plans of asking you to do things you enjoyed too, he had Vil help him and everything..."

Azul felt like shit.

He missed the clear Fae courting traditions and (name) was hurt because of it, Azul couldn't deny be felt... Romantic interest towards the horned male but in the heat of it he spoke out of his ass.

Word got around fast about the "break up" and (name) seemed absolutely miserable, Vil comforting the poor fae as Silver showed him a very small toad to cheer him up.

Azul sighed as he held a hand held glass greenhouse with tiny mushrooms in it and (prefered treat) as he walked to the trio "if you wish to know, I have not spoken of anything" (name) looked down as Silver glared at the octopus and Vil sighed but saw the gifts "Silver, could you help me with something?" Vil dragged an angry Silver away as (name) fidgeted slightly, refusing to make eye contact with the other "I can assure you, I will no longer cause mistakes for you" (name) whispered and was ready to leave when Azul stopped him "please... Just listen" (name) continued sitting and looked suspicious and sad "I was.. an ass yesterday, I was thrown off and reacted horribly... Would you please accept this courting gift?" (Name) looked at the items hesitantly as he looked at the other.

"But I'm a mistake"

"No you're not, I was being a jerk and I didn't understand why you would want to date me"

"Because you are like the ray of dawn on a winter's morn" (name) said simply as he took the small terrarium and inspected it "a death cap?" He smiled and looked at the other "You are forgiven sea born, but if you tread in those waters again I will not be able to stop my brother" he said simply and Azul shivered as he remembered (name)s brother was literally one of the most powerful mages in existence.

"And by the way" Azul said softly as he walked with a still shy (name) "your gifts were very nice"

(Name)s smile at that moment could melt the sun, so brilliant and pure "those are fae coins, you collect coins so they would be good for your collection"

[its-ares]

— Emmy Date

contents: Andrew Garfield x Male Reader

"You're doing great," Andrew whispered in your ear, holding you a little tighter. You smile shyly and look at the sea of ​​photographers.

Everyone shouted at each other because everyone wanted a picture of Andrew and you. Both of you have kept your relationship private. From time to time Andrew has indicated that he has a partner, but he has never said it is a man.

Your boyfriend smiled charmingly for the photographers. You let your gaze wander to him and bite your lower lip. The white suit paired with the sunglasses and his tan made him look incredibly hot. Andrew felt your gaze and looked at you. He grinned and leaned towards your ear.

„What are you looking at baby?" he whispers and you exhale shakily and blink a few times in a row.

„You just look hot," you whisper in his ear, then look back at the photographers.

When every photographer took a picture of the two of you, Andrew took your hand and you walked to the end of the carpet where you were led to your tables by a member of staff.

When you get to your table, you sit down and talk until the awards start. Andrew rubbed his thumb across your cheek and you leaned into his hand.

„I'm so proud of you M/N, you did incredibly well," Andrew praised you and you smile broadly at him.

You lean up to him. "I love you," you whisper, kissing Andrew tenderly.

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p.sh ⪼ sore loser

♡ pairing : park sunghoon x male reader

♡ genre : figure skater au, enemies to lovers (implied), angst, suggestive

♡ word count : 2.118

♡ synopsis : m/n and sunghoon have been competing against either other for years, but m/n just can't seem to beat him. his career goes downhill and his respect for sunghoon goes with.

♡ warning : explicited language, kissing, love marks, nipple play, m/n's a brat

Another third-place trophy is pelted to the car floor, this time following a hoodie slammed down with it, making the wind blow over a few overdue homework papers he was trying to do in the car before the competition to the floor with them both.

Once again, Park Sunghoon has taken the crown leaving his counterpart in shattered pieces in his apartment. As the former left with a smug smile, the latter went with tears building in his eyes, tears of fury.

Park Sunghoon was the rink’s golden boy, there’s no doubt about it. This ice had loved him since he first set his tiny nine-year-old foot on it, gliding on it like a swan for the last ten years of his life.

M/n on the other hand, started later when he was twelve and had to learn the hard way that no matter how hard he practiced he would never get where Sunghoon was. His entire career was based solely on beating Sunghoon’s boney ass and once he was oh, so close to it, his coach had given up on him.

Coach Jung betted against his own mentee and of course won. M/n was dropped, and the private coach claimed to be retiring, leaving M/n without a mentor, therefore no ticket to the competition.

With a few weeks to train on his own, M/n’s parents scraped together a few hundred bucks to get a decent coach to get him back to the competition. To put it quite frankly, the coach was shit.

She was in training, young, and had no idea just how much beating Sunghoon was important to M/n. With as much as she could offer, the poor woman got him to the competition, but the competition he had wasn't up to M/n’s liking.

Naturally, there was Sunghoon, but there were plenty of others who shared the same aspiration as M/n, but he never would’ve imagined they were all band together to overtake M/n first.

M/n was good, but not Sunghoon good. But when another coach came up to M/n and whispered in his ear words he’d never thought he’d hear in his life, his blood boiled to the highest setting.

They wanted to bribe him to lose to Sunghoon once again. Bullshit, there’s no way. In the stands, M/n glared at Sunghoon who was speaking to his coach, probably about what they would eat after he snatched first place for the second time this year.

Third place, again. Oh, how M/n wanted to just throw up when he heard Sunghoon was first place. He was pissed, why wouldn’t he be? He had to conceal himself until he shamelessly threw a tantrum in the backseat.

Furious was a complete understatement.

The next few days were downright terrible. M/n was temporarily put on suspension from all competitions because he didn’t have a coach. His parents were disappointed and refused to speak more than a few commands to him.

They never said but M/n knew they were hoping his figure skater was going to end soon. They believed his obsession with beating Sunghoon was far up the scale, so the parental thing to do was to support him out of his faze.

So, they forced him into therapy. It was boring and stupid. Just some woman telling M/n how everything he was feeling was a part of growing up and that it’s just the hormones talking.

Whatever. The best part of those sessions was the unlimited consummation of the array of lollipops on the woman’s coffee table. Therapy didn’t help, there was one thing that stuck out to M/n.

Speaking to Sunghoon himself. M/n could just imagine the skinny pale, snobby skater sizing him up with his long-ass spider legs. Just thinking about him made him wanna just… 

“...kiss him so hard his lips bleed.” After the words came out of M/n's mouth, he heard the familiar scribble of a blue pen and the shuffle of the shrink putting one leg over the other.

“So, you have an attraction towards this boy?” M/n opted to pick at the hangnail on his finger. Shit, he thinks, I’ve been caught. Indeed, M/n had originally thought Sunghoon was attractive, platonically or so he thought.

“I…I don’t need this!” M/n stood from the sofa, stumbling because the cushion engulfed him in it. He grabbed his backpack and headed towards the door.

“Wait! M/n, just wait a second.” The lady followed the best she could in the small kitten heels that scrunched her toes together like packed wrinkly sausages. M/n stopped, whipping around to hear her last words.

“Just try getting to know him, maybe?” Maybe? What kind of advice should a patient follow if it’s just a “maybe”?

Nevertheless, M/n bluffed mumbling for her to fuck off in the process of him getting in the elevator at the end of the hall. As the elevator went down, he picked at the loose strand of yarn on his jeans while he pondered.

What if he just talked to Sunghoon? Would they make amends to their one-sided hate?

M/n giggled psychotically to himself. Speaking to Sunghoon? Ugh, he’d rather lick the bottom of his blade than utter actual words to Sunghoon.

Walking home, M/n found his mind drifting to Sunghoon. The last time he saw the male was when he lost to him. He remembers the tight grip of his handshake, how he held eye contact a bit longer than the others.

That stupid little grin, pretty pink lips that are dry until he licks with his tongue forming those stupid degrading words. “You did a good job, good try.” Ooo, how M/n wanted to just swing on him then and there.

M/n reached his neighborhood after a while, but he didn’t go into his house. He sat by himself on the swing bench hanging from a tree in the front yard. It’s been there for years, always a good spot to think about revenge plots.

But in the middle of his plot, a car drove into his driveway. It wasn’t his parents, they were already home. M/n sat up from his lying position, his feet swinging just above the ground. Just before he could try and figure out whose car this was, two figures emerged and his top lip turned up.

Park fucking Sunghoon. “No way, not today and not right now.” M/n quickly gathered himself and opted to sprint towards the front door with his key in hand when a shout stopped him.

“M/n, is it? It’s lovely to see you again.” M/n froze at the voice, turning his head to see the speaker. Sunghoon, wrapped in a turtleneck and peacoat, waved with a grin and headed his way.

M/n screamed in his head. Do something! He thought about picking up the weird gnome near his foot and throwing it at Sunghoon, or maybe the festive wreath on the door knocker, but he couldn’t do it.

Instead, he sheepishly waved back, “H-Hi.” M/n winced, now he seems weak, he’s totally a loser now. A woman, who’s safely assumed to be Sunghoon’s mother, comes up and pats Sunghoon’s back.

M/n’s eyes darted back and forth between them before he realized they’re waiting for him to open the door. He unfreezes momentarily and sticks the key in the keyhole, when the door wipes open, pulling him with it.

“Sunghoon! Glad you and your mother could make it!” M/n’s mother starts, looking over at her son who’s now aggressively trying to pull the key out of the hole. She nudges him and looks back over to Sunghoon with the fakest smile she can muster without showing her anger.

“Son? Why don’t you take their coats, they’ll be joining us for dinner.” M/n’s mother ushers them inside, M/n closing the door behind them with a sigh. Sunghoon waits for his own mother to take off her coat and holds it for her as he takes his own.

“Just show me where to put them, and I’ll hang them up.” Oh, what a good son. M/n gags, yet on the outside he nods and walks to the closet in the foyer.

“I can take them.” M/n offers, attempting to take Sunghoon’s coat from him when the latter pulls back.

“I said I could take them. You look tired.” M/n shutters, Sunghoon’s been watching him too intently. Plus, he’s way too nice, it must be a facade.

Sunghoon brushes past, lightly bumping M/n’s hip as he does what he says. M/n stumbles a bit, whispering a curse but Sunghoon doesn’t hear him, or he thought he did.

M/n stands awkwardly behind Sunghoon, waiting for him to finish up so he could guide him to the living room. But when Sunghoon turns around, he has other plans. “Hold on a second.”

Sunghoon’s dainty fingers clamped on M/n’s jaw, titling his head up. M/n stills like a rock, eyes widening in shock but he just can’t move. Sunghoon leans in close, puckering his lips.

Oh, God, he’s gonna kiss him!

M/n’s heart pounds when Sunghoon’s eyes look straight into his, but his eyebrows furrow when a gust of air brushes his right eye. He blinks a few times, and Sunghoon backs away.

“You have beautiful eyelashes, M/n.” Sunghoon picks a stray eyelash from M/n’s cheek and blows it off his finger. M/n’s heart rests, and he can breathe again. Sunghoon saunters off, it’s clear he doesn’t need any help. When he looks back he’s giggling, “You coming?”

He’s teasing M/n, but he doesn’t blame him. Right now he’s vulnerable and he knows that very well.

 Dinner goes over smoothly. All M/n has to do is stay quiet unless someone asks him a question, his answers are short. After everyone is done, Sunghoon offers to help clean the dishes.

M/n’s mother pushes M/n into the kitchen with Sunghoon, forcing them to do tag-team washing. Now they're alone again, the parents have gone outside to light the bonfire.

While washing the dishes, M/n can feel Sunghoon sliding his fingers off on purpose. He tries to ignore it, but he finds himself anticipating every dish Sunghoon hands him.

When they get down the last dish, Sunghoon throws a hand loosely across M/n’s shoulders. “You look so down, something wrong?” M/n’s jaw clenched. This is it, this is when he speaks his mind.

M/n places the plate in the sink and turns to Sunghoon. Words threaten out his lips, but they don’t even reach his throat. They’re stuck when he looks into Sunghoon’s eyes.

One moment he’s thinking of all the words he could say to make Sunghoon feel bad about himself and the next, well, those words are blocked with Sunghoon’s lips attached to his.

It all happened in a flash. M/n’s arms are draped on Sunghoon’s neck as his back is to the counter, shirt riding up as Sunghoon’s hands roam his chest. He’s a mess, his knees practically weakening in Sunghoon’s embrace.

“I fucking hate you!” M/n says when Sunghoon’s lips remove from his, connecting with the soft skin of his neck.

Sunghoon chuckles darkly, “Oh, yeah? How much do you hate me?” Sunghoon’s fingers caress over M/n’s nipple, a whine forcing from M/n’s lips.

“So… much.” M/n moans between his words, he can’t keep it in anymore. He feels himself hardened over Sunghoon’s knee brushing up against him, there’s no point in fighting it.

He’s officially lost this game too.

“Wait.” Sunghoon pauses, gripping M/n by his waist as he looks toward the backyard door. He has a good ear because his parents are carelessly walking in. “We’ll finish this next time.”

Sunghoon kisses M/n’s cheek, letting him go as he meets his mother halfway. “Good timing, we’re gonna leave soon, Sunghoon.”

M/n quickly fixes himself, regulating his breathing before attaching to his mother’s side as his parents bid Sunghoon and his mother goodbye. The two women hug, M/n’s dad shaking Sunghoon’s hand and it’s almost like they all are waiting for something to happen between Sunghoon and M/n.

Sunghoon makes the first move and steps toward M/n, embracing him in a hug. The parents all coo thinking this is cute and they’re bonding, but they don’t hear Sunghoon whispering in M/n’s ear.

“Be a good boy, M/n. And don’t be sad anymore, because you will never beat me.”

[asmo-bf]

( FEMALE ALIGNED DNI )

Imagine horny cuddles with Belphie.

Him spooning you at first, but eventually his hands slip under your shirt. You’re so sleepy that you don’t realize what he’s doing at first. That is until he starts playing with your nipples. It’s lazy and slow, just toying with each of them, pulling them and rubbing them for a little while. Until you feel one of his hands slip into your shorts.

He keeps it rested mostly on your lower stomach at first, waiting for you to tell him to stop if that’s what you wanted to do. But when you don’t, his hand slips down to rub your cock. Lazily wrapping his hand around it, stroking you ever so slowly.

You buck your hips into his hand, but it doesn’t change how slow he’s going. You feel him press himself into your ass. Still spooning you, which gives him the ability to grind against your ass all he wants. He’s too tired to do anything that uses too much energy but you can feel him breathing heavily against your neck.

You both eventually come in your pants and neither of you can be bothered to get up right away to clean up. Just continuing to cuddle and falling asleep together.

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

I am here and I am queer

With a request

I would like to request hanma taking reader out on a date in the entire time while they are eating he's just deep throating his food to show that he can in fact take a dick in his mouth

And reader is horrified

I hate that I can imagine him doing that in cannon... And imma put a twist on it ;)

OMFG MF PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE HAKKAI WHEN HES MUCHING AWAY WHILE PAH AND HIM ARE SEMI FIGHTING IN THAT ONE FUTURE 😭

Also we ignore how much trouble this fic gave me 😭 like I knew EXACTLY what to wright but Tumblr said ehe and failed to save so many times :')

(Name) was frozen in slight fear when the Reaper approached him, having known his reputation of his violent actions. He almost ran away when he spotted a shorter man behind him... Tokyo Manji-Kai's third division captain?

He stared up at the lanky delinquent, just waiting for him to do something. But he stayed silent for a while until Teitta Kisaki groaned in annoyance and kicked the taller in the ankle. Hanma yelped and stepped away from his friend, glaring at him before finally speaking up.

"Will you please go on a date with me?"

...

What?

"Wait... You want to take me on a date? When we hardily spoke to each other before now?" (Name) questioned gently, he was beyond confused. Shuji Hanma went to the same school as him, yet they rarely spoke. Other than the onetime Kisaki refused to help him with his work so he had to ask (Name); (Name) being the kind hearted fool he was gladly helped the unhinged bastard.

"This is why I was telling you to actually talk to him a bit first idiot." Kisaki grumbled, pushing up his glasses and crossing his arms in annoyance. Hanma glanced away, a sheepish expression on his face. (Name) chuckled a little, maybe a date wouldn't be that bad.

"Alright, I'll go on a date with you... What's you're favorite animal?" Hanma blinked in confusion, his heart hammering against his chest. He mumbled out a confused "cat" watching as (Name) nodded with a determined smile before running off... This date might be a disaster...

"Morning Hanma-kun!" (Name) chirped out happily, sitting down in the seat infront of his date. He briefly greeted Kisaki, who was sitting in the chair next to Hanma his arms crossed in annoyance.

"Mornin' (Name)-chan~" The delinquent cooed, doing everything to keep himself from malfunction like the other day. Hanma rested his head against his palm, practically making heart eyes at (Name) and Kisaki was this close to straight up abandoning his friend. (Name) smiled, reaching into his small bag and pulling out a small keychain. On the keychain was a tiny black white and gold cat, it's large gold eyes sparkling a little as he held it out to his date.

"What's this?" Hanma mumbled curiously, gently taking the keychain and observing it closely. Glancing up at (Name) for an explanation.

"I made it for you!" He exclaimed.

No fucking way. No fucking way... Hanma examined the cat carefully, then looked back up at (Name). (Name) did look tired, and his hands were covered in small Band-Aids.

"You... Did?" He nodded with a proud smile. It took everything in Hanma not to kiss this man right then and there.

"Here's your food! Would you like anything else?" The waitress interrupted Hanma's thoughts as she sat down the plates of food. Hanma went ahead and ordered for (Name) seeing as he was running late. They muttered a quiet "no ma'am" before turning back to each other, continuing to leave Kisaki as a third wheel.

"I'll make sure to cherish it," Hanma said with a love sick smile, putting the small cat in his pocket and zipping up the zipper. (Name) let out a tired sigh a lazy smile resting on his face.

"I was a little worried you wouldn't like it... But I'm glad you do!" Hanma giggled a little.

"Who wouldn't like a gift from a cutie like you~" he purred, (Name)'s face flushed pink. Kisaki groaned gaining the others attention.

"I'm going and getting a snack, please don't be making out or something when I get back." He grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away. (Name) awkwardly watched him walk away, has hanging open slightly, he glanced over at Hanma giving him a confused gesture and the delinquent in turn shrugged.

They stayed mostly silent, only asking a few questions and carrying on small conversation as they ate. After a while of munching on his fries, Hanma was given an idea. He held back a small giggle as he picked up his burger and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth, the other watched in shock and slight horror as Shuji downed the entire fucking burger in one god damn bite. Hanma giggled, somehow not managing to gag or struggle to chew as (Name) slowly shook his head.

"God you're like a little ape." Kisaki insulted, standing by the table with a bag of chips... And chopsticks? (Name) glanced between the two, watching as Kisaki made eye contact while eating a chip with chopsticks. Fucking chopsticks.

"Hmm~ Is something wrong love?" Hanma cooed teasingly, (Name) sighed hard and rubbed his face.

"I can't tell if I'm impressed or horrified... But at least I understand how you guys can be friends. You both eat like maniacs," he teased, Hanma pouted taking one of (Name)'s hand.

"Aww you don't mean that do you?"

"No... You both eat like maniac's." (Name) said a fond smile playing on his lips, he gently took ahold of Hanma's hand. "But, I don't mind it... Even if it is slightly disturbing,"

What a first date...