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Hello Tumblr MCSM community, and Happy late 10th Birthday MCSM!
Jealous Zanka
Jealous Zanka who can't help but watch from afar whenever a guy gets to close to you. Not that he doesn't trust, but the sight just doesn't leave a nice taste in his mouth.
Jealous Zanka who secretly trains at night to be the type of man you'd want to stay with. And if you ask him why he looks so tired, he'll just say he didn't get that much sleep.
Jealous Zanka who secretly hopes you get as jealous as he does when he's with a girl. Not out of spite (well maybe a little) but to know he isn't alone in what he's feeling.
Jealous Zanka who at the beginning can't help but thinks you'll leave him for someone better whenever you talk highly of another guy. A guy who is taller, stronger, more good looking, and everything he isn't.
Jealous Zanka who mumbles to Lovely about how seeing you so close makes him feel. 'Not like that guy is so good anyways' and 'well he is a LITTLE tall but that doesn't matter, right?'
Jealous Zanka who will sometimes give you the silent treatment with slight passive aggressive remarks. And always ends up cuddling up to you, if alone, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Jealous Zanka who is immediately reassured when you react to a guy trying to flirt with. And while he doesn't say anything, that smirks on his face is VERY obvious.
Note: this is my first ever post on here so if yall have any tips let a girl know 🥹
Jealous Zanka (Pt.2)
a little pick me up ~ d.w
a/n; this is my very first post on here so please be kind !
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synopsis: you really loved to tease dennis whitaker, you really did.
you knew how innocent he was, how easy it was to get him to get embarrassingly hard. and you basked in that glory.
so what better way to stir the pot other than send him a picture of you in your brand new lingerie that dennis begged you to use his paycheck for.
tags: sexy picture! homemaking kink! cyberflashing! masurbation! somewhat perv! dennis whitaker
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he had been working all afternoon, leaving you disastrously bored even after you shopped, went to a coffee shop, and got a mani pedi, all on his dime.
you looked around at your shared room, mouth twisted to the side in thought, as you spot a little victoria secret’s bag, knowing what was inside.
you run your tongue against your cheek as you opened it up, putting it on. checking yourself out in the mirror, your fingertips ran over the two piece that had hugged your body, feeling the lace and silk material underneath the pads of your fingers.
the colour was an deep purple, dennis’ favourite colour. your bra had been plunging, accentuating your breasts and the bottoms left almost to nothing to imagination.
you sauntered over to the floor length mirror, positioning one leg over another, stretching your upper body so there was more skin to look at.
click. the phone had dinged, snapping a picture of your panty clad body.
click. the phone had dinged once more, you kneeling on the floor, peering up to the phone as your lips parted, the pose being suggestive to what you were hinting to.
click. the phone had dinged one last time, the bra dangling off your fingertip as your upper body was revealed, your perky chest free and on display.
you had smiled, being very pleased with yourself as you quickly sent the pictures with a message,
‘hope your shift is going well. i think this could be a good pick me up, or just a reminder of what’s waiting for you at home ;)’
then it was an waiting game.
dennis was quickly charting, his fingers flying at full speed as he wrote out an elderly lady’s symptoms for heart palpitations, confused for an heart attack.
he had been on level hundred with how busy it had been, his adrenaline pumping as he felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears. he hadn’t had one moment of gratitude or rest in the last 9 hours.
ogilvie had been blathering about god knows what next to him and trinity, both tuning him out but dennis kindly kept nodding and humming in response, with no understanding of what he was talking about, as trinity did not have one bit of it, fully ignoring him as she struck up a conversation with joy.
dennis heard a buzz on his phone that had been resting next to his desk, the screen lighting up with a message, your name appearing on the screen.
trinity being her nosy self, peering over to the screen and bashfully smiling at dennis.
“ ‘my sweet flower’ has sent you a message” trinity read out loud, before he snatched it from her eyeline, an annoyed expression plastered on his face.
“what? i’m just being helpful!” trinity exclaimed, sarcasm lining her words as always. “better text your sweet flower back before she wilts.”
dennis rolls his eyes before sending in the chart, opening the message almost so carelessly, before seeing the three images on display of his beautiful girlfriend burning onto his eyes and onto the back of his brain. his breath hitched as he felt a warm tingle around his cock.
santos instinctively, or more so, being nosy, leaned in to see what was on his screen but he was one step ahead of her, quickly turning off his phone as he looked up at the three of them, their eyes boring into his blushing face.
“uhm- sorry i- my girlfriend just- uh- i’m gonna- i have to take this phone call really quick. please excuse me.” dennis stuttered out before turning onto his heels and speed walking away. he more likely resembled the roadrunner from looney tunes.
dennis had excused himself to an dark abandoned hallway, staring at the pictures as his pants quickly got tighter, subconsciously palming himself at the pictures. his cheeks blushed at the attention of detail, getting a set in his favourite colour.
his breath hitched as his fingers called his girlfriend, who picked up quite quickly.
“hi denny.” you so sweetly said, which was responded by a groan and a sentence followed after.
“you’re going to kill me.” dennis said. “i almost got my ass caught.”
“but did you like it?” you asked, tone switching to a sad and pleading voice.
“oh no- i mean yes, i loved it. i loved it so much, baby. fuck i’m hard for you right now.”
his breath hitches over the line, his palm pressing against his length.
“relieve yourself, den. and let me hear you.” you had ordered him, slipping your fingers underneath the hem of his t-shirt.
“wh-what? baby i’m at work.” “didn’t stop your boner, did it?”
dennis’ face blushed beet red as he quickly scanned over the hallway, slipping his hand into his pants, propping himself against the wall.
“fuck baby- i wish my hand was you.”
he begun to stroke himself as you spoke to him in a husky voice, moaning his name into the speaker as he looked at the picture.
“fuck-purple looks so good on you.”
“i wouldn’t have bought it if it wasn’t for you. you take care of me so well, baby.”
dennis moans as his fist tightened around his cock, there was nothing more than hearing how he took care of his loved ones, being praised for his hard work.
“shit- i’m coming.” his voice became weaker, more whiny as he fucked into his own hand, you coming along with him, sharing orgasms together through the phone.
after shared pants and moans, dennis’ pager buzzed on his hip, calling him for an emergency.
“baby i’m sorry i have to go.” “it’s okay. i’m glad you liked the pictures so much.”
“you better be wearing that when i get home.”
“don’t rip it apart, it’s an waste of money!” you whined, before dennis scoffed.
“baby, i worked for that money. i’ll waste it if i fucking wanted to.”
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nerdjo x reader
“b-baby, i really, really have to study,” your loving, caring, but nerdy boyfriend—satoru—stuttered again, though it came out weak—more like a request for mercy than a firm boundary.
his blush had already climbed up to his ears.
you were completely settled on his lap like you belonged there, your arms loosely looped around his neck as if you had no intention of moving anytime soon. the desk in front of him was a mess of open notebooks, highlighters, and half-finished practice problems that had clearly been abandoned the moment you decided his attention should be yours instead.
and honestly, he wasn’t doing a very good job of resisting.
your pink glitter lipgloss had left its mark everywhere, his cheek, the corner of his jaw, even faint smudges along his collarbone where you’d leaned in too many times to count. every time he tried to focus, his eyes would drift down to the evidence of you on him like it was distracting him on purpose.
which it absolutely was.
“c’mon, toruuu,” you whined, dragging his name out in that soft, alluring tone that made his resolve crack a little more each time. you tilted your head, nuzzling into the side of his neck again, your voice muffled there as you continued, “pleaseee. we can just stop at victoria’s secret, nothing else. i’ll be quick, i promise.”
his pen hovered uselessly above the page.
“that’s what you said last time,” he muttered, though there was no real bite behind it. his free hand tried to steady the notebook, but you shifting in his lap made that impossible. “and then it turned into, like, a three-hour situation.”
you giggled softly against his skin, warm breath sending another tiny flinch through him.
“worth it,” you replied immediately with a slight giggle, as if that settled the argument.
he let out a small, defeated sigh, tipping his head back slightly like he was asking the ceiling for patience. “i have exams, you know.”
“i know,” you said sweetly, almost too sweetly, lifting your head just enough to look at him properly. your lashes fluttered as you adjusted yourself again, skirt riding up slightly in a way that made his brain visibly short-circuit for half a second. “that’s why i’m being nice and only asking for one store.”
“one store is how it starts,” he said, pointing his pen at you like he was trying to be serious. it didn’t work. his hand was shaking slightly. “then it’s ‘just one more,’ and then—”
“i’ll buy you that new comic you’ve been talking about,” you cut in, voice dropping softer now, almost a murmur.
silence.
...
that did it.
his eyes flicked to yours immediately, suspicion fighting with interest. “you’re bribing me now?”
you shrugged lightly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “i’m negotiating.”
he stared at you for a second longer, then exhaled through his nose, clearly trying not to smile. “you’re impossible.”
“and yet,” you said, leaning forward until your forehead pressed gently against his, “you still like me.”
the brush of your lips against his made whatever remaining self-control he had wobble dangerously.
he finally set the pen down.
“…you know that’s not fair,” he whispered, but he was already leaning in slightly anyway, like his body had decided to betray him before his brain could stop it. “you can’t just use comics against me like that.” he whined
“i can,” you said simply, blinking up at him with those soft, half-lidded eyes that always made him forget what he was arguing about in the first place.
he huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe himself. “will you listen to me talk about it later? like, actually listen?”
you nodded immediately, serious for once, but still smiling. “mhm. i’ll listen. we can cuddle too while you rant about it.”
that got a real smile out of him.
small, reluctant, but real.
“…you’re distracting,” he admitted, quieter now.
“good,” you whispered back, fingers sliding gently along the back of his neck, “that’s kind of the point.”
and when he finally gave in, leaning back into his chair with a defeated sigh while pulling you closer by the waist, it wasn’t even a loss anymore. because in the end you both got what you wanted
AGHHHH this is my first ever little thing that i've posted so i'm kinda nervy 🫠
@midnightsunkissd made me wanna post this 🫣
i love the early dude model so much</3
this is based if jj was sent to a hospital and survived
this is also my first fic EVER so please be nice and so honest 🥹✌️
“Yo what if I just like..”
I started getting the others attention as I put my fingers up like scissors, both on each side of his nose, which he was breathing out of, (obviously) it worked back whenever he’d take a nap and he wouldn’t wake up, why not now?
Pope of course immediately shook his head knowing what I was referring to. “No, nope nuh uh.” I put my arm back down and probably looked like a child, I have confidence it would work if we didn’t have dad in the room preventing it.
“You don’t even know if it’d work or not Pope.”
“Neither do you.”
This is how the groups been since JJ was stabbed by Groff.
We’ve fought over every little thing even over the hospital because JJ wouldn’t like it if he was in a hospital even I knew that, but for some reason Pope held onto that fact until Kie told him that it didn’t matter.
Now we’ve all gotten snacks from the machines, Rafe told Sarah he was gonna pay for this whole thing and everyone’s starting to fall asleep in they’re chairs which makes me feel bad that I’m the only one sleeping on the hospital bed beside JJ.
When they all fall asleep I just listen to the beeps of the monitor of his heart and continue to play with his fingers, running my thumbs over his nails, his nail beds, then his knuckles, all while whispering some of the stuff he promised me we’d do.
Stuff that we’re still going to do, like a reminder for him since the doctors said he can hear what we say. His finger twitched in my touch and I froze, half asleep, thinking
‘if he chooses to wake up now and I’m the only witness I’m gonna go insane.’
Spoiler, he didn’t. Unfortunately.
The next morning we all just sat around while the nurses would come in sometimes to check on him, and a nurse told us he should wake up soon. That soon was apparently very soon because later, just laying my head lightly on his shoulder, funny enough, the monitor that tracked his heartbeat stuttered, and that alone caught attention to the others, and then so nonchalantly this man, just lifts his arm up and puts it on my waist.
John b spoke up first, smirking teasingly, “Oh so he’s awake enough to do that?” Everyone lets out a relieved chuckle and JJ shifted and opened his eyes
“Ew dude a hospital, not like I was dying.”
I playfully agreed, now with my head slightly a little more on his chest, “Yeah no, not at all.” He kissed the top of my head, smirking at the fact I was already matching his sarcasm. I missed him way too much in only 48+ hours, I might be screwed if we ever end up not being together forever, I doubt that’ll happen though.
I love him too much.
Makoto Naegi Dating Headcanons!!
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♡ IN the killing game, he would most likely 'protect you' or whatever from Mondo.. And Byakuya.
♡ he would let you hang out in his dorm time to time!! but sometimes, my boy gotta to rest on his own, so hes gonna ask you to leave/not come in the most POLITEST way possible.
