#<- bc just typing pet makes me uncomfortable

[booliuu]

┊͙Proxies headcanons pt.1┊͙

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : heeeey guys it’s liu!! it’s been awhile since i last posted ( …well i think?) 😣😣 i literally can’t remember anything . this isn’t requested but i’ve these headcanons stuck in my drafts for quite some time now and i figured i’ll post them now!!:DD🫶🏼possibly a part 2?

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Tim:

🚬. . he’s pushing through his late 30’s at best.

🚬. . 5’11.

🚬. . a firm believer he’s a taurus.

🚬. . has native american roots.

🚬. . personality wise .. he’s a bit of a prick and an asshole just to give it to you straight . he will butt heads , he will command orders because technically speaking he’s the leader , basically have a strict & rough exterior . but with the shit he’s been through i don’t blame him. it would be a while once he likes & trusts you….but you’ll know. very few ppl get that side of him.

🚬. . dog person!! wants a dog sooo bad he knows he can’t take care of it unless someone wants to take care it while he’s away from the cabin. he’s ( and everybody else tbh..) out sometimes days or more so he ain’t risking it.

🚬. . whenever he sees stray dogs in the woods doesn’t matter what kind of dog man… he’ll pet it . if he has food in hand will give some to em’.

🚬. . definitely has HUNDREDS of pairs of bottom up plaid shirts. in hangers. in one small closet. Not just red like he wears all the time in mh. owns at least yellow , blue , black plaid shirts . rarely ever uses them though lol.

🚬. . smokes like a chimney holy crap. especially whenever he’s uncomfortable or stressed , at least smoke half a packet .. just an excuse not to talk about it.

🚬. . smells like the woods, cigarettes, or cheap shampoo and conditioner. (like old spice, irish spring , ect…)

🚬. . likes his coffee plain black. no questions asked. won’t add any creamer or sugar. just likes it the way it is.

🚬. . he’s probably rlly good at cooking like will cook up some good old eggs, beacon and sausage if he feels like it.

🚬. . snores like SO LOUD OH MY GOODNESS. second would be toby. holy moly. god forbid if there in the same room or your stuck sitting in the same car as them , you ain’t getting a wink of shut eye :( .

🚬. . coughs , coughs, … COUGHS especially whenever he’s running. it’s impossible for him to stay quiet bc of his smoking habits . has to take a break for a bit , lean against a tree then start running again.

🚬. . i’ll die on this hill BUT IM SURE he does the old man groan whenever he’s bending down for too long. or putting a hand on his back and groan hell loud .

🚬. . old man eye squint whenever he reads. reading something on his phone and has put it reallyyy squint and put that phone away from his face. YKWIM😭😭??

🚬. . acts like he hates toby but in reality cares so much for him. just cant bring himself to say it to him bc he’s so stubborn. likes kate because she listens to him without complaining during missions . same with brian. and TOBY GETS SO M A D .

🚬. . dad BOD. C’MON YALL. and not to mention sideburns.

🚬. .listens to divorce dad music that he’s plays all the time in his car.

🚬. . his natural body temp is so WARM. he’s like a human heater.

🚬. . knows so much dad jokes it’s borderline concerning🥹🥹. but hey… at least it never fails to make someone smile or laugh though.

🚬. . has a mf’ing lighter collection because he keeps losing them . has stacks of cigarettes hidden somewhere around the room that he shares with brian.

🚬. . i just wanna get this out of the way but definitely the type to txt’s like a dad😭😭. you can’t tell me otherwise. i’m talking “👍.” , “ Ok.” “ 8:30 pm ETA.”

Brian:

💊. . same age as tim just a biiit🤏 older.

💊. . couple inches tall than tim and whenever ppl point out it out, it rails up tim so much.

💊. . HE has to be A LIBRA. DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION. PLS.

💊. . smells like gun powder , the woods ofc , cheap shampoo and conditioner, may i also add cheap cologne.

💊. . i have a feeling he grew up with A LOT of sisters in his family . so when he was born everybody was relieved lowkey lol but won’t say anything , just like a sigh of relief yk?

💊. . white af. idk what to tell you😭. you guys give me ideas .

💊. . txt’s ppl about the same as tim. worse though bc he tends to ignore them unless it’s the other proxies . doesn’t mean he’s dry af though.

💊. . owns so MANY hoodies. but just chooses to just wear the yellow one all the time.

💊. . has a tooth gap…! we can’t forget about that!

💊. . he’s a chill guy but prefers to stay quiet and listen kinda type. especially when he’s working .. yeeeah he ain’t speaking. just gets the job done and leaves.

💊. . knows how to fish. catches em’ and cooks em’. don’t ask why he just gives me the vibe yk?

💊. . aside from that, he can’t cook for shit so he makes tim do it. prefers tim’s cooking anyway-

💊. . has a guns & bullets collection of different kinds in his closet . and a couple of lighters laying around tim & his room. or whenever he’s out and tim forgets his, he got em.

💊. . has the PRETTIEST SMILES AND LAUGH TELL ME IM WRONG. also his laugh is pretty contagious lol. snorts and giggles. can get other ppl to laugh without even knowing what he’s talking about.

💊. . natural charmer ✨knows how to flirt without even trying and (or) thinking. knows how to twist ppl little brains and turn it into mush.

💊. . likes his coffee black as well.

💊. . quietest sleeper known to mankind. couple of times tim, toby or kate though he was dead.

💊. . like arms and hands at his sides and he’s just… y’know just laying there.

Tim: * getting really nervous bc brian isn’t moving nor making a single sound & decides to slap his arm to wake him up * “ you know you sleep like a dead soilder..?!!”

Brian: * jointing awake suddenly by tim* “huh?? “

Toby:

➯ in my au, tim, brian , toby and kate all stay in one cabin. it’s a bit crapped but they all make it work out at the end of the day.

➯ anyway…….*sighs dreamily * my boyyyy😫😫💗💗💗💗!!! he’s BEEN rattling in my brain 24/7 but tbh who don’t think bout this cutie patooie all the time living rent free in my head wthhh. 😭😭😭🥹🥹 i can talk about this silly goober all day if i could bro. okok anyways -

🪓. . i wrote a few toby headcanons here b4 :]] ( 1# link & 2# link check em’ out!! ) ima add some more headcanons to the list. you can’t stop me >:DD!!!

🪓. . there’s 3 rooms total in the cabin and the last room is toby’s . the other rooms belongs to kate , tim & brain .

🪓. .plays his music from his playlist to “his” speakers that ofc he stolen. owns some video games and consoles such as a switch & ds . has a mini fridge hidden in his room bc he’s tired of ppl stealing his crap.

🪓. . bisexual. leeeans strooongly💪💪 towards women..!! personality over looks!! man does not care. but that doesn’t stop him from thinking men are handsome and cute!! if your asking me though, it’ll take awhile for him to date a guy let alone trust bc his lore .. his father yk?

🪓. . he likes hanging out on top of lamp posts at the side of the roads or chillin on the highest branch in the trees because those are the only places that are quiet for him and away from ppl.

🪓. . can’t decide if he’s dog or cat person. HE’S SUCH A HUGE ANIMAL LOVER AND WILL HONESTLY PET EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL IF HE COULD.

🪓. . he’s definitely the kinda person to order coffee that has MILLIONS of different creamer , syrups & toppings . can’t stand the bitter taste of coffee lol.

🪓. . speaking of coffee, since he’s around tim and brian all the time, he developed a burning hatred for black coffee😭. doesn’t understand why tim and brian love it so much.

🪓. . he rarely goes out in public places because he gets overwhelmed easily but in the rare occasions he does , can’t stand when men yell at women. like really detest it. has the urge to protect the them even though he doesn’t know the person. doesn’t do anything but just watches from afar. but that doesn’t stop of thinking violent thoughts what he wants to do to that guy.

➯ if it’s really brother him though , will perhaps pay the guy a quick visit.. if you catch my drift..🪓🪓.

🪓. . it brings him flashbacks of when his dad yells at his sister and mother.

🪓. . gets high because it calms down his tics. or whenever he’s feeling stressed, upset he’ll smoke.

🪓. . he remembers some what of his past. but it’s very very very little. remembers his mother and sister but it’s very distorted. remembers everything but there faces. when someone says his mothers and sister names he confused why he feels like he knows them but at the same time doesn’t . poor baby:(

🪓. . haunted by his bullies and his fathers voices tormenting him in his dreams. he’s confused by them and thinks the operator is playing tricks on him.

🪓. . he’s not a bad driver. like i said before he doesn’t remember his past. pretty much knows the rules of the road and practiced safe driving etiquette.

🪓. . since he’s older, his tics aren’t as bad. doesn’t mean they fully goes away. nope. doesn’t work like that. it’s a part of him and will always will be.

🪓. . the way i think it’s more like it has it’s moments.. you feel me chat? such as whenever he’s feeling anxious , angry or stressed. he slurs his words, talks faster or repeats the same words or sentences, muscle twitches … and so forth.

🪓. . can’t stand the smell or taste of alcohol but .. if someone gave him one , he will drink it just because he doesn’t want to be called out a wuss.

🪓. . oh my gosh when he txt’s he either doesn’t respond, forgets you send something, or SPAMS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PHONE accidentally breaking it 😭. adds millions of emojis . sends links to insta reels or tiktok’s that he thinks you’ll laugh at .

you: sending toby a tiktok* 10:45 pm *read 10:50 pm.

toby: *UUSSS!! * 6:30 am😭. toby oh my god

.. also toby: * sends you the most cryptic terrifying insta reel you ever seen* that’s you 😝😝😝🫵.

you: YOU PMOOOO‼️‼️🖕🖕🖕

🪓. . i can talk about this man forever. 🫶🏼

Kate:

➯ KATE MY BELOVED!!!! i love her so much💗. she so underrated plsss she needs more love and attention 😭😭😣 guys lemme talk about myyy girl rq.

🖤. . she’s the youngest out of the proxies. she around her late teens or early 20’s. she’s a cancer!! ( june 25th!!)

🖤. . tall af, she either standing at something between 5’10 or inching closer to 6’0.

🖤. . Korean!!! or has asian roots.

🖤. . definitely has her ears pierced and lips done .🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🖤. . cooks the crew sometimes what she remembers eating before shit went down hill. and they love it every time.

🖤. . tea person! loves black or earl gray. she has a bit of a sweet tooth so she’ll add some honey, creamer & milk and syrups .^^

🖤. . owns really GOOD smelling shampoo and conditioner 😭😭. and to add with that, her hair is super long and grows out super fast so she’s constantly cutting it. its so uneven helppp

🖤. . she’s naturally very awkward and quiet. lowkey giving black cat energy.

🖤. . like brian she’s also the type of person to listen to you yap about anything than talk.

🖤. . txt’s like she doesn’t care. sooo nonchalant help 😭😭. perhaps worse than brian🤔🤔🤫. ONE WORD RESPONSE EACH TIME. WITHOUT OF DOUBT.

🖤. . closeted lesbian. doesn’t have time to date or fall in love because she’s busy with her “job” ifykyk. prob only work out if your a proxy as well. can’t risk anyone else getting hurt bc of her or the operator. she lost enough :( .

🖤. . this could just be me but ima just say back during her high school years she join her schools track and field club. and literally always get the best times. best runner at her school.

🖤. . dis GIRLLL… can run SO MANY laps and she never gets tired holy crap. runs faster than the other proxies , second would be toby lol. when they have free time, they consistently race each other around the woods and would make tim or brian set up a timer to see who gets the best time.

🖤. . i don’t CAARRE what anyone says but, her and toby have a sibling👏dynamic going on. so competitive with each other!! it’s very precious. they always lookout for each other during missions. even when there not working , they argue like siblings, say so nasty stuff to each other but at the end of the day they care about each other in there own way.

➯ this a bit off topic but yk how toby lost his sister at a young age. messed him up quite a bit because Lyra was the only person aside from his mom that was truly kind to him. after burning his neighborhood, he doesn’t really have anybody else. and was taken by slender right after that.

➯ kate one day casually said that toby reminds her of a sibling,toby was taken back and need a few seconds to relies that she’s being serious. he cried a bit when he heard that from her because he never thought he would ever be a good brother bc he wasn’t there for his sister at that time. :(

➯ long story short they hugged each other that day. sworn kate he will protect her knowing full well she can defend herself. he doesn’t want to repeat his trauma. will break him even more if he lost another sibling because of his actions.

🖤. . about the same as brian, she sleeps like she’s dead. creeps everyone the heck out.

🖤. . cat person!! has a pocket full of treats for the cats that she’s sees in a everyday basis. 🖤🖤

🖤. . if she’s not wearing her white hoodie and black jeans she’s going to pull up with some street wear aesthetic..!!!

🖤. . the white hoodie she wears all the time … yeah she forgets to wash it ☹️ all the time. same with her mask. forgets to clean it.

🖤. . some angst bc why not…misses Lauren so much. after she died, she kept her journal and rereads everything so she could never forget about her.

🖤. . visit her grave once in a while to give her flowers and just trying to remember memories of her.

🖤. . doesn’t like the operator at all. hates it. with every fiber in her being , hates that she now “works” for it now. i don’t blame her though, i mean her whole entire family was haunted & tormented by this thing for ages.

🖤. . ending this in a good note^^ , buuut every night her and toby without a doubt (sometimes tim and brian if there up for it ) have a game night.

🖤. . meaning getting to play with toby’s consoles while there both sitting on the couch and focus very intently at the t.v in the living room. playing until god knows how long.

🖤. . screaming yelling and cursing each other in there own languages.

🖤. . playing board games or cards like uno while sitting together on dinner table and secretly everyone is plotting to piss off toby and works every single time.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you like these headcanons 😭😭 im sorry it’s SOOO long i literally i didn’t see that coming until i posted it . i’ll try to be consistent with posting but no promises >< bc tbh i only post if i have the energy too or literally the brain rot is that bad. anywaysss liu out!

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[emmy-agedre]

how do we feel abt phantom pet regressor season 8 impy

[samantitaswrld]

deadpool!

….as your boyfriend.

description: deadpool as your boyfriend!

pairing: deadpool x you!

contains: 18+, mentions of sex!

|an: just saw deadpool & wolverine.. couldn’t help myself.

- awful with emotions but always finds a way to make up for things whether through humor or sex.

- speaking of humor you’re never not laughing with him, or bickering, or fucking

- you’re the only person he can actually feel vulnerable and comfortable with, he cherishes that and he loves you so much for that.

- you’re his person, he would genuinely kill for you if it meant he would lose someone so important in his life.

- if someone makes you sad, mad or uncomfortable ooo…not his babygirl.

- he usually doesn’t keep people or friends in his loop often, they could find him annoying or over the top but not you.

- you love absolutely everything about him, his outlandish humor, his extroverted personality, his big ol’ mouth. you think it’s so hot.

- so hot when he’s mean to you so hot when he’s soft with you

- you literally bicker like two teenage girls all the time and he always somehow clocks your tea it’s ridiculous but you also find it impressive that he always has something to say that you cannot come back from😭

- god you need to pray that no man ever even has the thought of coming on to you… he’ll experience some banter with your boyfriend before it’s lights out.

- not only are you his but he’s yours! he’s super loyal and if he can’t get someone to back off , you sure will!

- you’re always having fun with him date nights are some of the best times of your life, he always finds a way to entertain you no matter what you’re doing.

- always gotta hand somewhere, your ass, a singular cheek, a titty, somewhere. how could you expect him not to! you’re all his.

- you literally have him wrapped around your finger, he’d do absolutely anything for you.

- also always bullying you he is so straightforward😭

“hon that has got to be the ugliest shirt i’ve ever seen on you”

“wade-“

“i know you got better in that closet that i snoop through and try on all your clothes when you aren’t home now go!”

- he’s so tall so if you’re short oh wow…you’re never catching a break

“soooo how’s the weather down there.” wade said, placing his elbow on the crown of your head.

“prick…”

…

“yeah that’s enough of that dirty mouth!” your boyfriend had announced before bending down and wrapping an arm around your behind, throwing you over his shoulder and positioning his palm on your ass.

“god, wade put me down!” you’d laughed playfully hitting his back.

“don’t make me have to spank you!” he said, lighting pinching your ass.

- do not get an animal bc it will quickly become his center of attention and he will defend it over you.

“wade, we’re having my mom over please put it in the room”

“ugh…she’s so mean isn’t she sugar?” he’d said stroking your pet, followed by a “yes she is yes she is!” as the animal licked his face.

sigh.

- good lord we got a cuddle monster on our hands!

- absolutely adores any type of affection and practically begs you for it 24/7. he loves being little spoon specifically. also loves it when u scratch or message his back, bc that also gets him going..

- speaking of, you got this guy rock solid 24/7

“hungry for seconds?” he joked, hugging you from behind and pressing his hardened cock against your ass.

“we literally jus-“ you’d started just to be interrupted mid sentence.

“so! cmon baby throw a dog a bone.” he muttered, hand already gripping your inner thigh.

you’d sighed, god you can’t resist him.

- it doesn’t matter what you’re doing he finds anything you do hot i stg

- a M-U-N-C-H! for life, literally came in his pants from eating you out once! he loves making you feel good.

- a goofball during sex he cannot do shit seriously😭 he be talking you and your pussy thru it!

- again, if you’re petite god help you bc he is large.

- babe, you better match his freak because yall doing anything.

- trying a new thing every night multiple times bc that sex is never vanilla and that dick is never tired! at some point he’s just making positions up😭

[lunaviee]

ushijima headcanons bc bro needs more appreciation 🤗🤗💗💗💗💗 (and bc im rewatching haikyuu and im actually going INSANE.)

i feel like he kinda gained a habit of reaching for your hand a lot. idk why but he’ll stare at it for a minute and then just grab it wordlessly

1000% the kind of guy to get you “just because” flowers. i think he’ll see them at a local market and then make it his life’s mission to make you a pretty bouquet

he’s actually really good at cooking. he enjoys it, especially when he sees the glow in your eyes when you try his food

enjoys taking the scenic route when you guys take a drive somewhere. not only does he find the landscape beautiful, but it gives him more time to talk or even just be in your presence

speaking of driving, he definitely does that move where he puts his hand on your headrest when he’s backing out🤗🙏

i feel like he can read you really well. like if you’re uncomfortable somewhere or maybe just not feeling well, he tries to get you out of that situation

actually kinda going back to the hand thing, he rlly likes your touch. it’s so warm against his skin and he feels so at ease with you around

i feel like he’s very academically smart, his grades are impeccable and he’s always helping you in your classes. but social/street smarts? yeah umm not so much. it takes a little while to adjust at the beginning of your relationship but you soon find how well of a match you are for each other

back to the “reads you well” part, he also remembers everything about you. your order at your local coffee shop, why you don’t like certain foods, and will never forget a special date

he also likes spending money on you, insisting you buy that new shade of lip tint even if it looks just like the one at home, because with him around, you shouldn’t have to worry about a single penny

this one’s kinda silly but i just KNOW he’s the type of mf to bring in all the groceries in one trip

always sends you “good morning” and “goodnight” texts. but since it’s ushijima, it’s kinda like “goodnight, sleep well❤️” a little basic but trust me, he’s much better at showing his love in person

speaking of, his love language is definitely acts of service and probably quality time. whatever he can do to make your day a little better, he’ll do it

he takes such good candid pictures of you it’s actually insane. you genuinely don’t know how he even takes these without you noticing but somehow they’re always amazing

also, he doesn’t like deleting pictures of you. something about it doesn’t feel right to him so he’ll have a handful of pics that have your face all blurry or cropped out, but it’s still you so why should he delete it??

pls i just know his embrace is so secure and warm….. like you’ll ask for a hug and even if he doesn’t always understand how of why his physical touch makes you feel so special but he never declines

i know this is cliche, but he’s obviously strong af so picking you up is no problem and he’ll often do it if you get tired of walking. he also insists you sit on his back while he does pushups. his words not mine🤞🤞

cat lover. like one day you two went to a pet store to buy some treats for moms dog and he makes eye contact with a gray cat.

you guys forgot about the treats and ended up buying a bunch of cat stuff

✮ — haikyuu might bring back my motivation to write….

[geppettospuppet]

pino affection hcs<3

a/n: two hc posts in a day bc i'm insane I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! ok hope u sillies enjoy

ok remember how i said in my last post pinocchio would be gentle?

OWIRJALDJJRAAAAHAHAHHEJAJAJA *EATING SHEETMETAL*

yeah so anyway that 100% includes how he interacts with his lover

actually, pino would go out of his way to learn to become more gentle and empathetic for the person he developes feelings for (once he learns what empathy is ofc)

because he isn't very vocal, don't expect him to say "i love you" too often

i mean HE WILL!! but with the way his mind works, he'd rather just show you that he loves you through actions

one of the biggest things for p is quality time

i've seen some people on here have the reader read stories to pino and oh my gosh i absolutely love the idea

not only would he listen to you read stories to him, but he would also just be a great listener in general

whether you're telling him about your day or ranting about a pet peeve

he will always listen to you intently because well!!! he loves you and you could never annoy him

not that pino gets annoyed often... unless it's at gemini...

another thing i can see that pretty boy doing is kiss his partner periodically without warning

and he will do it EVERYWHERE

be prepared for surprise kisses

but pino isn't the type to be aggressive about it at all. it's more like... you'll be doing something mundane and p will just come up and kiss you softly on your head/hand/cheek/lips/ect

tbh this is giving me a oneshot idea

he also loves to cuddle, but was super hesitant to do it at first because he's so heavy that he's nervous you'll just feel uncomfortable:(

but over time i can def see him crawling into bed with you and snuggling after you gave him a talk about it

"pino you never make me uncomfortable when you cuddle with me!!! now get in bed!!!" and he just obeys and the topic never gets brought up again

also, i hope you're not freaked out by people staring at you

because tbh... pino would absolutely stare at you intently over everything you do

but the boy is just so enamored by you and your beauty HE JUST NEEDS TO LOOK AT YOU ALL THE TIME!!!!

im sorry he's kind of a weirdo </3

also? because he's learning what it means to be human what better way to do it than to just watch it happen in real time!! and from his favorite person at that!!!

another thing i can see p doing is giving you random things he finds while adventuring

sometimes they're really cool things like extra parts from a giant puppet he fought!!

other times... it would be trash

but nevertheless, you still accept it because it truly is the thought that counts

and if it's cool to him and brings him joy, it brings you joy too!!

overall this boy just adores you and and would give you the world if he could. you're just so delicate and precious to him💞

[prettypei]

plot: satosugu bf headcanons (seperately); fluff!

reader: gn! Reader

parings: highschool! geto, gojo

warnings:none?? I don’t think so

(a/n): SUGURU ON THE MIND!!!! esp after that new ep gawd damn

✰GOJO

HES SUCH A LOSER BF

like you knew it from the way he asked you out

he planned to ask you out by making a cake that said "date me?" on it

he thought it was romantic

but gojo srsly cant cook

he even though he really likes sweets he cant even fry an egg so the cake turned out something like... imagine the worst cake possible with frosting everywhere and the message on top of the cake is unreadable and the cake is a weird brown color? yeah its like that

you agreed to go out with him anws

if you ever get in a fight hes definitely pullin up to fight with you, no matter how wrong you are

"cats are dogs" "yea they're basically animals so they're the same!"

will ask to copy homework EVERY. SINGLE TIME.

he claims that he trusts you like you grades vould be going downhill and he would still borrow urs

is the type of person to accidentally copy the name too

such a virgin everyone says he's a major f-boy but in reality he has never felt another person touch him romantically

he gives you goofy grins whenever he does sth stupid (and when he does it's mostly bc he wants to see you laugh)

calls you the most ridiculous pet names "sugar bby pookie bear"

also likes referring to you as candies like he called you liquorice one time???

has a habit of applying lip gloss... like A LOT.

"can I kiss u babe" "yeah lemme put on lip gloss rq" *proceedes to spend 10 whole minutes smacking his lips and applying lip gloss*

really big on pda hes suuupperrrr into it, but he'll tone it down if you're uncomfortable

if ur into it tho? he kisses you every two secs

TAKES THE WORST DATING ADVICE EVER FROM THE TRIO

"guys where shld I bring (name) on a date?" "Bring her to a sewer, that way they'll be scared and hug you."-geto "idk a therapist?"-shoko (in the end you were just grossed out, but he somehow makes it sweet and wholesome at the same time?)

✰GETO

he texts you a lot of memes (I'm sure this is widely agreed throughout the fandom lol)

doesn't hug you a lot in public but he does wrap his arm around your shoulder

he wouldn't be reallyyyy affectionate but if you are he'll accept your hugs with a little smile

he likes my melody more than kuromi

his love language is quality time, sometimes you'll spend dates just lounging out on the couch and doing nothing. However, he thinks it's much nicer than just being by himself

really great memory, he notices those small details about you that no one else does, or even the ones you're unaware of like when you always fold a napkin when you're at a restaurant yk hes cute like that

asks the weirdest questions ever: "do you think I'm a squirrel or a chipmunk?" respond with "I think you're an idiot" QUICK!!!

he gets super moody when his hair ties are missing, he has a whole bag of them at his dorm

allows you to give him silly hairstyles when he's sleepin <3

loves truth or dare and 20 questions

has a weird obsession with puzzles and he likes it if he’s piecing one together with you

he also gets competitive without knowing. Like even with you if you guys are at an arcade and you win him at basketball hoops he’s bitter

”let’s do it again I was not ready” “you said that 5 times and I still won” “NO”

he believes in astrology stuff

is more emotionally attracted to people than physically

he may come off as cold but he just doesn’t express as much as gojo

he sometimes paints (mostly watercolor) and a lot of them are of you or are inspired by you <333

MY POOKIE!!! Free my man he did nothing wrong!!!!

[sssilverstoned]

while you can still smell them ꩜ ln4

type: full length fic

word count: 3.9k

title from: i wish you roses by kali uchis

warnings: some fluff, angst, but like it's a happy ending. cursing bc i'm me, italics are memories

lily said: you know me i can never leave well enough alone. i thought this little snapshot of the break that was never really a break would be cute! for context, i'd suggest looking at the ig au linked below! this would be taking place in between part 2 and 3.

part 1

part 2

part 3

masterlist

You've only seen Lando cry on occasions that called for it. When family members died, when racing got too much for his mental, in some awful, awful moments. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad to see him cry now.

"A break feels a lot like you should add 'up' to that statement," he had said, turning away from you, looking out at the stars. You were sat on his balcony, feeling suffocated by the apartment. But the AC was on and working fine, and windows were open. Your emotions were suffocating you, that was more fitting.

"We can't keep on like this, Lan," you say in a broken voice, the lump in your throat thick and threatening. "It's not fair to either of us."

He doesn't realize he's crying until the drop hits his nose, making it quirk up in surprise. He swipes at his face, a pawlike move to get rid of the teardrops.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

His question makes you sob. Full body, head dropping to chest, your hands writing in your lap. The sound of you breaking down turns him back to you, rushing to the chair you've melted into. He lifts your face in his hands, and you take a breath when you see his face, discolored with tears.

"I'll always love you," he makes out of your words, just barely. "I, I just, it's not the same,"

"We can fix this, us. We can work on it together," Lando's brain is whirring at hyper speed, damage controlling the last 8 months of your lives together.

The cracks began to become schisms when he committed your largest pet peeve, which was ignoring things out of ease. Blissful ignorance, if you will.

It was small things, like forgetting about date nights in lieu of longer trainings or prolonging trips. Sometimes he forgot to water the plants, or didn't move laundry over, and that was manageable. That's what every couple encounters. What every couple does not encounter, was the intense pressure of racing a car for a living.

He was frustrated, with Zak, with anything papaya colored, and with his own self-doubts. He carried that frustration in his chest, and it came out in some of the words he spoke to you, and actions he took. You eventually stopped offering to come over and cook, because dinners were becoming continuously tense, and you were uncomfortable. Felt like a nuisance.

But at the same time, you were both so codependent. Without anything being said, you two began to avoid things you assumed the other wouldn't like, and asked for permission to do the smallest of things. You first noticed it when your sister pointed had asked you to come go with her out of town for the weekend, and you hesitated. "I'll have to ask Lando," you had told her. She bit her tongue.

Lando was just as bad, he had quite literally lost the ability to sleep when you weren't around. It made Grand Prix weekends an actual nightmare when you weren't there, calling you at any times in the day or night.

"Are you alright, it's 4am,"

"Sorry, can't sleep again. The melatonin does nothing,"

"Did you try the tea my mum got you?"

"Baby I just," he scrubs a hand down his exhausted face. "I just need you here."

"I can't just get up and go to Australia."

"I'll get you a flight, or maybe we can-"

"Lando," you say in a sterner voice. "I can't."

He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder what's going through his head. You hardly raised your voice or got intense, certainly never at him. But then again, recently, you seemed to never know what was going through his head.

It was silly to think that Lando was the same man that you began dating. You were 19, you would pray that he had changed somehow over the span of 5 years. But there was something missing that once was. The relationship was becoming more of a task, and that wasn't right. Which is what brought you to this moment, brought you to telling him you needed to talk.

"Lan," you whimper, bringing a hand up where his hold your face on either side. You don't even have to say anything more, he knows you better than you know yourself. And he begins to cry harder.

"I've never loved anyone but you, baby."

"I know."

"I can't, I really don't want to live without you," he shakes his head, standing back up to his full height. His hands stay busy, though, ripping through his hair.

"I'm not going to go away," you explain, agonized that you're calmer than he at this point. You stand from the wicker chair, but don't edge closer to him. "But my career is unpredictable right now, 6 months in Marbella is a long time. And you're, well, everywhere. And you need to focus on that."

"I've multitasked for 5 years," he says bitterly, making you sigh. His eyes are back on the stars, and his back to you makes your eyes blurry again.

"I'm not happy." You finally blurt, making his body stiffen. "I'm really not."

When he looks at you again, his expression reads clearly with fatigue, with anguish. "Please, baby, don't,"

It's your turn to clutch his face, bringing his forehead to touch with yours. Through your contact, you feel the heaves of his body, the breaths he's trying to control. "It's not forever," you whisper, mustering courage. "But we need to stop acting like everything's fine."

"I don't see myself without you."

"You're not," your hold tightens, he leans further into your palm, "but we've grown up together. The flower pot's too small now," you try to joke, he barely can fake amusement.

"I'll buy a thousand new pots."

"We need to clean up the broken one, first." His jaw clenches, you soothe it with your thumb. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says back, almost silently. "Still wear that Mclaren shirt on race days, I need the luck."

You finally crack a smile. "I'll wear the hat too if my hairstyle permits."

He kisses you, almost convincing himself this if is the last fix he can get for a while, he needed it now. Not that either of you know it, but you both have the same thought. You both notice that your cheeks have each other's tears on them now, not sure which ones came from whom. You were on the same page in that regard, at least.

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"You should ask y/n out," your best friend says to Lando in the middle of a party. He chokes on his drink, not expecting her to come up to him like she did, and not expecting the words out her mouth.

You all were freshly 19, still congregating in someone's living room to try to have a good time. He knew your friends better than he knew you, the newest of the group in town, only having moved to the area with your family when you were 16.

"Should I, now?" He says, recovering from his fright.

"Yeah," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm. "She goes on about you, it's cute. She'd hurt me if she knew I told you, though. Not sure what she sees in you," his eyes narrow at the girl, which she ignores once again. "You'd be lucky to have a girl like her in your life."

That much, he knew. You were fiercely loyal to your friends and family, and treated him with a kindness that made him melt every time. You were funny, and genuine, and not to mention, the most beautiful person he's sure he knows.

When he bumps into you later at the party, he asks you what you're doing the following evening.

That was the story he'd tell people with a proud grin when they ask how you two got together. All you recount is how he nearly ruined your cute top with a shitty guinness.

He's struck with the memory when he sees the guinness logo in the ads on the walls of a restaurant. "Mate," Max all but snaps his fingers. Lando locks back in, humming for what he missed.

"Was just curious if you wanted to go out tonight. They've been texting in the chat about it, I saw you never responded."

Clubbing wasn't as fun as it used to be, not when you weren't dancing your heart out beside him, or waiting in bed with your nose in a book when he came home because you weren't feeling like going out. It felt like a waste of his time, and like he was sucking the fun out of other people's nights.

"'M alright," he says with a tight mouthed grin. "Gonna sit this one out."

Max looks at his friend, seeing through his response. "When's the last time you went out?"

If he had to take an educated guess, you last graced his apartment that night on the balcony, 4 weeks ago. So, 4 weeks ago. Perhaps longer, judging by the schisms. "A while. Not up to it."

"You're torturing yourself."

"I'm not interested in getting shitfaced, Max."

Max looks away for a second, quickly weighing the pros and cons of asking what he's been wanting to for the last, well, 4 weeks. "Do you think Y/n is wallowing too?"

The sound of your name makes his fingers twitch inadvertently, almost like a flinch. "That's not fair."

"I'm serious, Lando. You said she needed a break because she felt like you two were co-dependent and not actually working through problems, and look at you. You're not functioning without her. I mean, it's your fucking birthday next week, and you haven't brought it up once, you realize that, right?"

He knows he's right. Nothing he said was out of line, or wrong, and that's why Lando has nothing to say back. He wants to argue, to prove him wrong, but he can't. He's seen your ads and campaigns, the beautiful shots of you promoting luxury brands and names that your fans only dreamed of owning. Despite the distance, he was so proud of you still. You worked hard, were disciplined and humble through your success. He had texted you when the Dior campaign had launched, and the message of your thanks, with a smiley face, made him, for just a second, think that things were back to normal.

When they left the restaurant, and ran directly into fans, Lando tried to put on his best face for them, smiling for selfies and signing what was gestured toward him. When a sweet looking girl with glasses shyly spoke up, telling her favorite driver where she was visiting from, his tired eyes light up. "You're from there?" He confirms, and she smiles with an eager nod.

"Y/n is too," he almost mumbles, but every fan in earshot heard it. The typical squeals followed, the hushed whispers amonst themselves on if they'd push the questions they were itching to ask or not. And heard it they did, as the encounter made its way onto social media and gossip pages. But Max was right, his mourning period needed to be over, if anything was going to change for the better.

You call him on his birthday. It was nerve wracking, which made you bitterly laugh, because never did you think you'd be nervous to talk to Lando Norris of all people. One of the few people in the world you wholeheartedly trusted.

It had only been about a month since you requested time apart, and he had honored that. The texts were sparse, the calls nonexistent. Although, that was sort of what had brought you to this point anyway. But you were working on yourself, and your career at the same time, and things were looking better. Change never happened overnight, but the journal your therapist recommended, and the disappearance from social media besides professional posts were great starts.

You bite at your cuticle as the phone rings. You take your cell away from your ear, chest panging at the contact name "Lan <3" at the top of the screen. Was he really going to screen your call? Is that what you deserved, possibly?

"Y/n," he finally answers, and you quickly bring your phone back to your ear.

"Hi," you say awkwardly. "Happy birthday, Lando."

"Thank you," he says stiffly. "I'm happy to hear from you."

"Yeah I um, haven't really been on my phone here," you bite harder on your finger. "I think it's nice here, you'd love Marbella."

"I'm sure I would," he says with what you can hear is a smile. "I miss you, you know?"

"I miss you too," you concede, "how have you been?"

"Not great, I won't lie. Much rather would hear about you."

"'s not my birthday," and he smiles a bit at that.

"Well, racing's fine. But Max is sick of my shit, says I've been wallowing."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

You don't really know what to say, you've rarely been the perpetrator of his negative feelings. No relationship was perfect, but you all hadn't really hit a communication wall until now. It was uncharted, scary territory. "Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that was all. Have a good day, really. 24 is a big one. Kobe year, that's what someone said to me. I hope this year is great for you."

"Y/n, wait," he halts your beginnings to hang up. "I'd like to come to see you soon, I've got some time before Abu Dhabi and maybe I could swing by Spain on the way."

"Lando," he absolutely hates that you're calling him by his whole name. Lan, that's what would you called him almost exclusively. Lando feels so formal from you.

He needs to hear it, you know he does. He needs to hear that you want to see him, that you need to see him just as much as he yearns to put eyes on you once more. But you were constantly afraid of accidental manipulation, holding him by some invisbile garotte. But this was his first birthday you hadn't celebrated together since you were 19, that meant something.

"Please focus on racing," you implore, and squeeze your eyes shut before adding, "but you if you'd like to come and it won't be an issue in your plans, you're more than welcome."

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You saw the posts, it wasn't very hard. Fans utterly disappointed that you and Lando hadn't been seen together in ages, putting pieces together quickly after you didn't post for his birthday. It didn't make you feel worse, to be truthful, and to your surprise. You were sure there'd be a barrage of insults hurled your way, maybe a cheating rumor or two. But really, all there was to see were requiems for your relationship, nostalgia for what once was. What did cause you to delete instagram from your phone, was the response to the podcast.

You were single for the time being, that's what you and Lando had agreed on when he visited you. It wasn't an invitation to go out and find the next man to lay in your bed, but you both had agreed that it wasn't healthy to hold out in anticipation of your rekindling.

"You're the only girl I've, you know," he awkwardly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. He sits up in bed, linens pooling around his hips. Hooking up with your now ex-boyfriend, might've not been your brightest idea, sure, but you were both human, at the end of the day.

"Fucked?" you tease, remaining comfortable against your plush pillow. "I know. First few times kinda showed that."

He looks back at you pointedly. "You cried the first time."

"It hurt!"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in fake annoyance. You grin. "I'm sure the girlies are gonna have a field day with you being single now,"

He rolls his eyes again, laying, or rathing slumping, back into the pillow next to you. His arm instinctively comes around the top of your head, you try not to lean into it. "I think I really will finally listen to you and focus on racing."

You turn on your side, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling, probably tangled in his thoughts. His nose sloped perfectly, the little freckles dotting his skin like constellations. Your boy.

"I told my mum."

He snorts. "She hates me now, I'm sure."

"Mm, no, her first ask was what I did," your mom was Lando's biggest fan, through and through. Of course, you were her daughter, but she was convinced he was cosmically made perfectly for you.

He looks at you then, realizing your eyes have been on him the whole time. He copies your position, turning to you so your bodies lay parallel, nowhere to look but each other's eyes.

"Do you regret that I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had?"

You immediately shake your head in denial of the question. "No, not at all," you were lucky, if anything. "You?"

"Well, I've had other girlfriends,"

"Ouch?"

"You knew that," he chuckles, and yeah, you did. "But I don't regret that you're the only one I've been serious about. I still am."

"I know. I am too."

"An ex-boyfriend doesn't lay in bed with you, you know."

"And an ex-girlfriend doesn't still remind your team when your doctor's appointments are,"

"Fair enough, guess we're just weird."

You share a matching grin. "So weird."

So once Alex uploaded the Call Her Daddy episode you were a guest on, and it was official to the masses that you had been single for now almost 4 months, the articles came in. The timelines of you and Lando's relationship, the rumors of him leaving clubs with random girls. You'd be lying if you said you didn't zoom in on some of their faces, relaxing when you recongized most of them as friends or even family members. He wasn't yours to be worried about, you suppose, but you also knew that any girl he decided to share his time with would be a lucky one.

Your friends had tried to get you on dates, that wasn't a lie when you said that on the podcast. But you weren't ever excited to get to know someone new, small talk was painful and you didn't feel comfortable going home with them.

But then, a few weeks later into February, you get a phone call from Lando. "Hi," You answer, pleasently surprised.

"Hey there," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "How are you?"

"I'm good, great even. Finished up everything down here, leaving Marbella next week to head back home." Home was London to you, not Monaco. You constantly visited, had a family flat there and everything, but couldn't leave officially becuause of your career.

"Congratulations, everything looked stunning," he compliments, and your stomach flutters.

"But um, how are you? I'd ask if you were relaxing, but I'm sure training's well underway."

"Meh, more or less. I'm heading to Surrey next week, actually. Got some stuff to do at HQ."

"Oh," Surrey was only about an hour and a half from where you were in London. "Would you, well, not assuming anything, but if you'd have time to spare, it would be great to catch up?"

This isn't why Lando called you, you fully know this. Who knows what he picked up the phone for, he could be calling to let you know he's eloped with someone he's met in the 6 months you've been apart.

"I'd love to," you hear his grin in his voice. "You haven't moved, have you?"

Not only had you not moved, but you haven't changed much about your flat either. Same bedding, same color schemes, same photos decorating your tables and walls of your friends, family, and Lando. He never took the photos of you down either, and that photo from your 21st birthday was still stuffed in his wallet.

You order takeout, sitting across the kitchen island from each other acting like it didn't feel like your first date again. He acts like he doesn't want to reach out for your hands as you animatedly use them to share stories of Spain, and you act like you don't want to push the curls back that threathen to land over his eyebrows.

The food gets cold as you two catch up, a few glasses of wine becoming a whole bottle gone. You actually can't remember the last time the two of you had done this, and perhaps, absence had truly made your hearts grow fonder.

"Bahrain is on leap day," Lando says, making you gasp.

"That's got to be good luck, no?"

"It's just the first practice,"

"But still, you're starting your first weekend of the year on a special day like that," you muse, "so exciting. I'm excited for you,"

His chest warms at endearment in your voice. You truly and honestly rooted for him through everything, that was one of the things he was most grateful for about you. He knows you don't truly care about all of this, if he won or lost, but that you care about him and his development, how he sees himself and his profession. He fell in love with that about you.

"Would you come?"

You hesitate, daring to look at him from where you had begun to clean the countertop. "To the race? "

He nods, and turn back to the counter. "I don't know, Lan. Is that where we are?"

He hopes so. He's missed you something horrible, prays you missed him just as bad.

Lando takes the cloth from your hand, replacing it with his own. "I know it's only been about 6 months, and that's not enough time to say everything's well and dandy," you fight a smile. "But I want to work through things, with you. I've had nothing but time to consider what was off with us, and I want to be better. For you, more than anything. Yeah, I learned how to be just Lando. But I know I prefer being Lando and Y/n."

You bite your lip, finally meeting his eyes. "I want to take it slow."

"We can do that,"

"So, I don't know if I'm ready for the race. But, my birthday's coming up,"

"It is,"

"And we'll be in Dubai. My sister did it up, got this crazy plan going since it'll be my 25th."

"Quite the old woman you're becoming,"

"Oh get off that," you scoff, pushing his chest. He chuckles and pulls you back into him, where you go willingly. "But, if you can, I'd love for you to come to the dinner."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want me to fly to Dubai just for your birthday dinner?"

"You'll be in Saudi Arabia then anyway,"

The smirk gets bigger. "You know my schedule already, love?"

"You're so fucking cheeky, can't stand it," you feign annoyance, but never move from his arms.

He holds you, as your arms delicately find themselves behind his neck, not daring to kiss just yet. To really be honest, you're not sure if you're ready to take that whole plunge.

"I'm happy to be back, even if things are slow. They can be molasses for all I care."

"Thank you for being patient with me," you lean your forehead against his. However, this time, neither of you are crying. Nice, for a change.

"I'd wait decades for you, my love."

After a beat of sweet silence. You speak up once more. "One thing though," he hums to prompt your continuance. "I'm pretty sure, when it's said, it's Y/n and Lando, just so you know."

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter eleven

chapter eleven: hidden underneath

chapter summary: Are Yunho and Mingi finally starting to get along? It sure seems like it, especially after their breakfast conversation…. or not?

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.1k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: heeey, sorry today's chapter is shorter and not that packed, but i'm taking my driver's license test in 2 days and i'm super stressed and studying A LOT!! after i'm done, there will definitely be more chapters coming. ps. i'm currently watching spy x family, that's why i chose it hehehe

Yunho shut the door to his room, pressing his back against it as he exhaled sharply. His heart was still racing, his mind running in circles around everything that had just happened.

Mingi wanted to be friends. Not just tolerate each other, not just coexist—but actually be friends.

The idea sent a strange rush of warmth through Yunho’s chest, but it also left him reeling. It didn’t make sense. One second, Mingi was teasing him, pushing him into uncomfortable situations, acting like Yunho was some nuisance he had to put up with—and now he wanted to get along?

Yunho groaned, running a hand down his face as he stepped further into the room. The way Mingi had looked at him—so intense, so unreadable—it was burned into his mind. And that comment… You’re actually pretty cute. I like your kind. Yunho shuddered at the memory, unsure if it made him embarrassed or if some part of him liked the way it sounded coming from Mingi’s mouth.

Nope. Not thinking about that. He shook his head, forcing himself to push the thought away. He needed clarity. He needed someone to help him make sense of all this. And he knew exactly who to turn to.

Grabbing his phone off his desk, Yunho quickly pulled up his messages and typed out a text to Jisung.

Yunho: Hey, I have something I need to talk to you about. You got time tomorrow?

The response came quicker than expected.

Jisung: Ohhh interesting. I’m hanging out with two of my friends since it’s Friday tomorrow, but you can totally join us. They give great advice, so they’ll add a lot to the convo.

Yunho hesitated for a moment, a small flicker of anxiety creeping in. He hadn’t expected Jisung to invite other people. What if they judged him? What if they didn’t understand? But before his nerves could fully settle in, excitement took over. Maybe this was good. Maybe hearing different perspectives would help him figure things out.

He took a deep breath and started typing.

Yunho: Amazing. When can I arrive?

Yunho woke up the next morning to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through his blinds. Blinking groggily, he stretched his arms over his head, his body still heavy with sleep. It took him a second to remember that it was Friday—one of his lighter days. Just two classes before he was free for the weekend.

He sat up, rubbing a hand over his face before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He didn’t bother putting much thought into his outfit, grabbing a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and his hoodie. As he pulled the hoodie over his head, his gaze landed on something small and familiar resting on his desk—his rosary.

For a long moment, he just stared at it. He hadn’t been to church once since arriving at college. The realization made his stomach twist with guilt. His parents would be furious if they knew. They would probably disown him, or at least have a long, soul-crushing conversation about his ‘drifting faith.’ The thought alone made his chest feel tight.

With a sigh, he reached for the rosary, letting the beads slip through his fingers. He used to wear it every day back home, a constant reminder of who he was supposed to be. Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to step into a church just yet, but he could at least wear it. That had to count for something, right? Maybe he’d even look up some services online and go this Sunday. That would make his parents happy… if they ever found out.

After a brief hesitation, he slipped the rosary over his head, tucking it beneath his shirt. He didn’t want people to stare or ask questions. Keeping it hidden was easier.

Shaking off the unease curling in his stomach, he grabbed his backpack and headed for the bathroom. A quick splash of cold water helped wake him up, and he brushed his teeth, letting the mundane routine ground him. When he was done, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchen.

Yunho stepped into the kitchen and immediately froze.

Oh. Right.

He totally forgot about this part.

Mingi was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug in one hand, his phone in the other. White wired earbuds trailed from his ears, one tucked loosely beneath his silver hoop earring. He wore a black and white striped sweater—slightly oversized, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows—and ripped black jeans that hung low on his hips. Rings adorned his fingers, a few silver necklaces layered around his neck, one of them catching the dim kitchen light as he turned.

Noticing Yunho, Mingi pulled one earbud out and paused whatever he was watching. “Good morning, roomie,” he greeted casually, his voice still a little rough from sleep.

Yunho’s heart did something weird in his chest.

It was just the way Mingi said it—so easy, like they’d been doing this for years. Yunho swallowed, nodding stiffly. “G-Good morning.” He quickly turned toward the fridge, opening it even though he had no idea what he was looking for.

His mind raced back to their agreement from yesterday. Okay. He could do this.

They were supposed to be nice to each other now. Friends. Or, well, something like that. And really, Yunho didn’t want any bad blood between them. If Mingi could act normal, so could he.

Gathering every ounce of courage he had, Yunho turned back, still gripping the fridge door. “Uh—” he hesitated. Then, before he could chicken out, he asked, “What are you watching?”

Mingi paused, blinking. “Huh? Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Yunho hesitated, his grip tightening on the fridge door. “I, uh—” He cleared his throat. “I asked what you were watching.”

For a second, Mingi just stared, unreadable. Yunho braced himself for some sarcastic or dismissive remark. But then—

Something shifted.

Mingi’s whole expression changed in an instant. The usual sharp, dominant aura softened, replaced by something Yunho had never seen before. His eyes lit up, his mouth tugged into an excited grin, and suddenly, he was a completely different person.

“Oh man, okay, so—it’s Spy x Family! Have you heard of it? It’s so good, bro. Like, the animation? Top tier. The humor? Amazing. And the characters? Anya is literally the cutest kid ever, I swear. And Loid? The coolest fake dad to ever exist. Yor? Absolute queen. I just finished an episode, and I swear, every time Anya does something dumb, I lose it. Like—”

Mingi kept going. And going.

Yunho just stood there, completely frozen, watching in stunned silence as Mingi excitedly rambled about the anime. He was practically bouncing on his feet, hands moving as he gestured wildly to emphasize his points. His usual laid-back, intimidating aura? Completely gone. Instead, he was a total softie, eyes gleaming with pure enthusiasm.

It was… cute.

Wait. What?

No. No, that wasn’t the point here. Yunho shook himself out of his trance as Mingi finally paused to take a breath.

“You watch anime?” he asked, still processing.

Mingi grinned, nodding. “Yeah, when I have time for it.”

Yunho felt his face warm up. “I’ve heard Spy x Family is really good. Not just the story line, but the animation too, as you said. I wanted to check it out, but ever since college started, I haven’t had time.”

Mingi gasped dramatically. “YOU’RE AN ANIME FAN?!”

Yunho scratched the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. Probably not as big as you, but…” He hesitated for a moment, then admitted, “I actually speak Japanese pretty fluently. Or, well, at least I think so. I haven’t used it in a few months.”

Mingi’s jaw dropped. “Bro, what?! You’re like my hero.”

“What?” Yunho blinked, caught off guard.

“I’ve tried learning Japanese, but I suck at studying,” Mingi groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I think my pronunciation is pretty decent, though! Watching anime helps, but man, it’s hard. You gotta tutor me or something.”

Yunho turned even redder. “N-No, I’m not that great…”

Yunho kept his head down and focused on preparing his breakfast, still feeling flustered from their conversation. But just as he took a bite, Mingi’s voice cut through the silence again.

“Yo, Yunho.”

Yunho glanced up mid-chew. “Hm?”

“Come closer.”

His chewing slowed. “…Why?”

Mingi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, don’t make me come to you myself. Come on, I don’t bite—unless you want me to.”

Yunho nearly choked.

What the hell did that mean?!

Mingi raised an eyebrow expectantly, and despite every alarm blaring in his head, Yunho hesitantly stepped forward. Before he could process what was happening, Mingi suddenly reached out, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer.

Yunho froze.

Brain: shut down.

Body: completely rigid.

Soul: leaving his body.

WHAT IS HAPPENING. OH MY GOD. IS HE GONNA BEAT ME UP???

Mingi’s grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, and Yunho barely had time to panic before he felt a light tug at his chest. His eyes darted downward just as Mingi pulled his rosary out from under his shirt, letting the small silver cross dangle between them.

“I knew I wasn’t making it up,” Mingi said, examining it closely. “You were hiding something under your shirt.” He smirked slightly. “It’s your rosary.”

Yunho swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah. I, uh… I’ll take it off. I left it on by mistake.”

At that, Mingi’s expression shifted into something unreadable. His smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. “Why?”

Yunho blinked. “Huh?”

“Why take it off?” Mingi frowned slightly, letting the cross rest against Yunho’s chest again. “It looks pretty. And super cool, actually.” Then, tilting his head, he added, “And I think you’re kinda lying to me.”

Yunho stiffened. “W-What?”

“Nobody leaves something like this on by mistake.”

Yunho bit his lip, looking away. “…I just don’t want anyone making fun of me for having a religion.”

Mingi scoffed. “Making fun of you?” He shook his head. “Trust me, nobody will. People will just think it’s a jewelry accessory, not an actual rosary.”

Yunho stayed silent, still gripping the hem of his hoodie.

Mingi studied him for a moment before sighing. “But, y’know…” He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. “If you have to hide your religion from people, doesn’t that kinda say something about what kind of believer you are?”

Yunho’s breath hitched. His fingers curled slightly, pressing into the fabric of his hoodie.

Mingi tilted his head. “Like, if it’s something you really care about, shouldn’t you wear it proudly?” His voice wasn’t mocking, just… genuinely curious.

Yunho swallowed, unsure how to answer.

Mingi sighed, then suddenly stood up, stretching. “And even if someone does have a problem with it…” He rolled his shoulders before shooting Yunho a confident grin. “Just call me up, and I’ll deal with them.”

Yunho’s head snapped up. “Huh? Wha—”

“You have my number, right?” Mingi added, winking before casually slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading out of the dorm.

Yunho just stood there.

Processing.

His face burned. His heart was racing.

What… just happened? What was that?

Yunho had no idea what to focus on first—Mingi getting that close to him first thing in the morning? Ugh. But shouldn’t he also feel at least a little offended? What did Mingi even know about religion or what a rosary meant?

But….Mingi had a point.

Yunho hated to admit it, but he did.

If he truly believed in God, if his faith was something he held close to his heart, then why was he so afraid to show it? Why did he tuck his rosary away like a secret—like something shameful?

His parents would say it’s because the world was cruel. That people would ridicule him, tempt him, try to lead him astray. That he had to stay vigilant and protect his faith, not flaunt it.

But was he really protecting it… or was he just afraid?

Yunho exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. Ugh. No. Stop thinking about it. This wasn’t the time to spiral over religion. He had class. He had things to do.

…And Mingi.

You have my number, right?

Yunho blinked.

Wait. No. He didn’t have Mingi’s number.

Why did Mingi assume he did?

Maybe Mingi thought he gave it to him at some point? Or maybe they were already in some group chat for the dorm floor, and Yunho just forgot to save his contact?

Still. The way he said it so casually, like Yunho should’ve already had it, like it was natural for them to text—

Yunho pressed his palms into his cheeks. His face was burning. God, I need to stop thinking about this guy.

With that, he grabbed his bag and left for class, determined to focus on anything other than his roommate.

Oh, and the rosary, stayed, where it was—hanging freely over his shirt, out in the open.

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[maybequinnidk]

supercorp prompts and headcanons

bc im not a writer but i have some ideas

• one of them realizes they have romantic feelings for the other, but before she makes any moves she thinks she's too rusty since she hasn't been in a romantic relationship in a while. but she (let's say, lena) only "practices" with people who don't look like kara bc when she tried that she just zoned out daydreaming. kara thinks that not only lena isn't interested in her but also that she isn't lena's type. not-so-funny but also not-too-angsty misunderstanding ensues

• simply them not denying the dating allegations while being pre-relarionship: being openly, publicly affectionate; flirting; calling each other by pet names and partners; casual i love you's; etc. they don't get flustered when people joke about them being a couple and only ever deny it when the superfriends say that couples can't team up during game night

• during s6, up until the bachelorette party the superfriends don't realize kara and lena are developing their relationship (though they're not dating yet) because they're mostly not around when they have their supercorp moments (winding down after a busy day; being at the tower just by themselves; lunch dates; the usual). so then, at the party where they are all there, they do notice and they're like since when?. maybe, maybe alex notices but she brushes it off/doesn't bring it up

• i personally don't headcanon them as parents but if they were to end up having a kid, they would adopt. either an older child (like +8yo) or a teenager. for reasons of one, they're both adopted. two, found family. three, I can't visualize either of them being pregnant or interacting with a baby, idk why

• a kara " i dont know why im talking when im so much better at doing" and kara "consent is very important" is a mix i have yet to see. when she kissed james in s1 she didn't ask and also didn't stop when he just stayed still, and I don't remember what her relationship with mon-el was like other than them arguing all the time. it's not even a headcanon or necessarily supercorp related, just an inconsistency i guess

• to expand on the casual "i love you" idea: kara says it first, when she is back from the phantom zone and they're okay again and it's just them. lena doesn't say it back, she can't. kara assures her that she understands why that is, that it's because lena isn't used to hearing it from someone who she's sure actually means it. after sometime she starts to say it back, an "ily" text or a quiet "me too". then she says it, the full sentence "i love you too", after that she can't stop. until one day she says it first and they're both they're all surprised bc not only lena said it first, she also did so in front of their friends which had never happened seeing as kara didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

• asexual panromantic she/they kara, unlabeled sapphic lena

• having them actually deny something to each other, the other thinks they're joking at first. communication ensues

• kara repressed her tastes/preferances in order to seem like an average human girl. her clothes (i think she would go for more oversized and flow-y things), her hair (under/side cut); she let people assume she was straight by earth stantards and corrected anyone. she starts to explore more of her expression after she comes out as supergirl

• lena doesn't eat meat, but makes an exception here and there

[pinknightsinmymind]

could you do some ellie x reader smut (top!ellie) of them having their first time?

【 i'm here to take care of you, pt. 1 - ellie williams | NSFW 】

ellie williams x fem!reader | NSFW MDNI

wc: 4.3k

warning: NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT MDNI

content: established relationship, inexperienced!reader, experienced!ellie, top!ellie, bottom!reader, use of pet names(love, baby, babe, etc.), virginity loss, PRAISE lots and lots of praise, body worship, marking (hickies), slight nipple play, this is nsfw but it's also kinda fluffy, fingering (r!receiving), cunnilingus (r!receiving), aftercare!!!, lots of honest discussions about sex with ellie, very vanilla and sweet, backstory as to how you meet, teasing, ellie makes reader use her words

a/n: yes yes yes a thousand times yes!! this is gonna be so cute🥺 since this was based off the idea of your first time as a couple i wanted to make it very soft and loving. in this fic yall aren't just fucking, yall are making love, bc i'm a super mushy and soft person. i think there's nothing more beautiful than soft loving sex, so that's what i wanted to capture here. also! let's pretend the events of tlou2 never happened here :))

The night you met Ellie was nothing short of beautiful. It may have been dark out but the stars were shining like diamonds hung in the sky. Even more beautiful than the stars was the way they reflected in Ellie’s eyes when Dina introduced you to her. Dina had asked you to meet up with her outside the hall where the town dance was going to be so she could introduce you to one of her friends. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped the moment she introduced you to her. Had you ever seen someone so beautiful? You didn’t think you ever had. Something about the way her eyes sparkled, the pieces of bright auburn hair that framed her face despite the fact it was tucked away in a bun. She wore a light blue flannel with a white top and plain jeans, and you were immediately enticed by the tattoo covering her skin.

It was hard to talk to her at first, feeling your tongue falter every time you tried, but you powered through your introduction. You entered the hall with her and Dina before losing them and deciding to get yourself a drink. You had been sitting at the bar for a while, watching everyone dance, including Dina and Jesse. Jackson was very different compared to anywhere else you had lived in your life. People actually enjoyed life and got to live it. It was unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable to you because you had never experienced that before, but it offered you something new: the opportunity to do it yourself. Maybe while here you could actually build some kind of life. Your thoughts were interrupted when Ellie approached you again at the bar.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” you replied.

“You look a little lonely,” she commented.

“In a bad way?” you asked teasingly.

“No, of course not. I just mean you’re sitting here all by yourself.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m just not used to these types of things, is all.”

“Me neither,” she said. “I don’t usually come to these things, but I came because Dina begged me to.”

“Same here. This is my first time coming to something like this.”

“You’re new here to Jackson, right?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ve only been here for five months. I barely met Dina two months ago.”

“Well, welcome to the community,” she said. “I’ve been here about five years now.”

“Fives,” you observed. Ellie smiled a bit at the small synchronicity you pointed out.

“Do you… wanna dance?” Ellie asked. Your heart felt like it was going to explode inside your body, but you nodded at her question.

“I’d love to.”

A bright smile erupted on your face when Ellie extended her hand out to you, and without hesitation you took it into yours. You stared at her back as she led you out onto the dance floor, and you felt like your heart was pumping a mile a minute. Once she led you to a decent spot she liked, she turned back to face you, putting two hands on your waist within seconds. The song playing was slow but lovely, and you stared into her face like you were viewing a piece of artwork. You wondered if this was how people felt when they went to those old art museums they had before the outbreak. Did their hearts swell like this? Did they stare at those paintings like every second mattered? You felt yourself drawn to her, like you were being pulled into her in a way you never had with anyone before. She led the way as she swayed with you side to side, your hands resting on her shoulders. She looked into your eyes, and you felt like you could see the same thoughts as yours in her head. The way the lights hung up all throughout the hall shone in her eyes just like stars made your breath catch in your throat.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” she apologized, “but I hope I’m doing alright.”

“You’re doing great, don’t worry,” you reassured her. And you weren’t lying. She was doing more than a good job at leading you and keeping up with the rhythm.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “I’m really nervous.”

“Me too. This is quite the way to meet someone,” you said.

“Definitely,” she agreed, “but I have a feeling I’m gonna know you for a long time.”

From that day forward you got to know Ellie more and more, starting off as friends, but it wasn’t long until your friendship developed into something more. She looked so shy when she brought you a personally-made bouquet of flowers and asked you to be her girlfriend. How could you say no to her when she looked so sweet and adorable when she asked you? It didn’t take you long to throw your arms around her in a tight hug and give her your yes.

Ellie was a sweetheart. That was the only way you could describe her. She may have been tough and intimidating on the outside, but on the inside she was so soft. When the two of you started off as friends she let you in on all her interests: space, art, dinosaurs, music, her guitar. You fell in love with every part of her that you got to know, cherishing every moment spent with her. You had never known such sweetness, especially since you had spent most of your life going from town to town since you lived in a world with flesh-eating monsters. For once in your life you were experiencing stability, and you were growing to love it more and more.

There was just one problem—well, you wouldn’t call it a problem, maybe just a bump in the road—which was the fact that nearly three months into your relationship with Ellie and the two of you hadn’t had sex yet. It’s not that either of you didn’t want to, but you just weren’t ready yet. You weren’t innocent, and you knew what sex was and all about it from old books you read growing up, but that didn’t mean you were ready to do it. Sometimes while kissing things would get hot and heavy, and although you did want her, you would simply ask her to slow down and tell her you weren’t ready. She, of course, would kiss your forehead and tell you it was okay.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked her once after turning down sex. You were sitting on her bed after playing a video game when the two of you started kissing and it seemed like the possibility of having sex was getting nearer. You asked her to stop, and she did as soon as you asked, asking you what else you'd like to do instead. She had just come back from grabbing her controllers for you two to play again when you dropped the question on her.

“What?” she asked. She looked at you as if you had just asked her the most outrageous and absurd question.

“You know, because I don’t want to have sex yet?”

“No, of course not, baby. Why would I be mad at you for that?” She sat down beside you and looked deeply into your eyes as she talked to you.

“I don’t know. I mean, I can tell you want to have sex, and I’m just worried I’m disappointing you.”

“Not at all.” She placed a kiss on your forehead then layered kiss after kiss on your cheeks. You let out a small chuckle at the feeling, and the amount of butterflies and warmth and light filling you up was overwhelming. “We’ll have sex whenever you’re ready, babe. It doesn’t matter to me when that is, and I’ll never be mad at you for not wanting to have sex at any point in our relationship.”

“Thank you,” you said to her. You gave her a peck on the lips. “I’ve never been able to take anything slow. I’ve always been on the run, trying to find someplace safe to stay. Being able to actually live and not just survive here in Jackson is new to me.”

“I understand. Take all the time you need.” She gave you another kiss, and after a few more rounds of her game she asked if you’d like to go to sleep. After you said yes she turned off her lamp and pulled you close to her body to go to sleep for the night. It was nice to have her hold you, to feel how warm she was against you. You loved the feeling of the non-sexual intimacy you got to experience with her because it meant the world to you. You felt safe for the first time in your life while in her arms, and the way that feeling of security washed over you was enough for tears to prick your eyes.

It had been three months now, and you were starting to open up to the idea more and more. You were going to spend the night at Ellie’s again, and you were planning on bringing up the conversation to her before the end of the night. You felt the anxiety bubbling up inside you throughout the day, but it wasn’t exactly the bad kind as you were also very excited.

You got to Ellie’s place a little earlier than usual, but she welcomed you in with a huge hug nonetheless. You dropped your bag of clothes for the night by her bed as you flopped down onto the mattress.

“You got the movie?” you asked.

“Hell, yes, I do,” Ellie answered. She held up the copy of Labyrinth she had borrowed from Joel. “I know how much my girl wanted to see this. We gotta thank Joel for telling us about this movie.” Your heart skipped a beat at the phrase. My girl. You couldn’t help but wonder if she’d praise you and say such sweet things like that during sex. You pushed the thought away as you got up from her bed and grabbed your bag.

“I’m gonna change into my pajamas real quick,” you explained.

“Okay, go ahead, babe,” she said. You walked into her bathroom and changed into the longsleeve and the pair of shorts you brought before returning to Ellie’s room. As you got back in bed you watched as she popped the movie in the DVD player by her TV before settling in bed beside you. She adjusted the blankets around your bodies as she opened up her arms for you to nestle into her side. You happily obliged as you felt her arm resting over your shoulder while the movie started. She was so warm and comforting. In that moment you were sure without a doubt that you loved her, more sure of anything than you’d ever been in your life.

You didn’t stir much while watching the movie, and instead you were just content to cuddle with her during it. You really enjoyed the film, but what you liked most of all was experiencing it with her. Once the movie was over Ellie took care of everything and put the movie back up in its case. She did leave her TV on in case the two of you decided to play video games or something of the like.

“Okay, what are you in the mood to do now?” she asked, just like she always did. She told you she liked to do things at your pace, and that whatever you wanted goes. You battled yourself internally. Should you bring it up now? Should you wait? You glanced at Ellie’s clock. It was 10:15. You might as well.

“Um, can I talk to you about something?” you asked. Ellie figured it was pretty serious, so she shut her TV off before coming back to sit in bed next to you. The only thing illuminating her room now was her bedside lamp. She was a little nervous because she had no idea what kind of conversation to anticipate, but she didn’t show the worry on her face. Instead, she just held your hands in hers.

“What is it, babe?”

You felt your cheeks growing hot at the thought of what you were about to ask her, but you wanted to so badly. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be alright, you told yourself. You were in good hands with Ellie, and you had never felt safer with anyone before. You took a deep breath.

“I wanted to tell you that I think I’m ready to have sex with you.” Ellie hadn’t expected that, but she was still going to make sure to comfort you. You did seem nervous to even bring it up in the first place, and she knew sex was something you wanted to take your time with.

“Okay,” she said. “But are you one-hundred percent sure? I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”

“I’m very sure,” you said. “I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m only nervous because of the fact I’ve never had sex before.”

“Hey, that’s okay. I’ve only done it once before, so I’m not exactly an expert,” she joked.

“Someone as gorgeous as you?” you asked. She got shy at that, looking away from your eyes.

“Stop, you’re trying to fluster me,” she said. “Back to the subject at hand. I just want you to know that at any point if you want to stop, don’t be afraid to tell me. Or if you want me to do something else, tell me, okay? It’s all about you.” You felt her rubbing her thumb against the skin of your hand, the motion comforting your anxieties. It kept you grounded.

“I can do that,” you replied. She smiled at you, one of her hands coming up to caress your cheek.

“I love you so much,” she said. And with the way she looked at you, you believed it and felt it deep within you.

“I love you too.” You loved to see Ellie’s smile, the way her face lit up, how her cheeks blushed and colored the skin around her freckles. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered.

“Me?” she asked. “Have you seen yourself?”

You didn’t know what to say, or how to respond to the compliment, so instead you said, “Kiss me.” You felt Ellie’s other hand come up to cup your face as she pulled you into a kiss. It was sweet and soft just like her lips, but within time you felt the kiss start to intensify. Her tongue swiped at your lips, then against your own, before you eventually let her in and felt her tongue exploring your mouth. She was intense and beautiful and loving and she was all yours. Her hands wandered from your face down to your shirt as she grabbed the hem to pull it off. The two of you pulled away from the kiss so she could pull your shirt over your head and to pull off her gray hoodie. You noticed she had on a sports bra paired with her boxers at the same time she noticed you weren’t wearing a bra at all, a sigh absentmindedly left her lips.

“No bra, baby?” she asked teasingly, her hands ghosting over your breasts.

“Like what you see?” you asked. Ellie smiled, and instead of replying with words, her lips were back on yours in an instant. She hadn’t expected you wouldn’t be wearing a bra, but she wasn’t going to complain. She loved seeing you like this, and especially since it was the first time she felt there was a certain type of sacredness to it. Her hands gently fondled your breasts as she kissed you, slowly leaning forward and laying you down onto her mattress. Once you were settled she started kissing you from your neck down to your breasts.

“So beautiful,” she whispered against your skin. The praise made you feel shy, but as soon as you felt her kissing your breasts that feeling disappeared. All you could think about was her mouth on your tits, the feeling as she bit down and left small hickies behind. After a few more kisses she took one of your nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. A small whine left your mouth at the feeling, and Ellie was glad she was making you feel good already. After she was done with one she moved onto the next breast, squeezing the other while she had one in her mouth. Once she was done she kissed from between your breasts down to your stomach, muttering quiet praises against each inch of your skin until she reached the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I take these off?” she asked. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for her. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you answered. She smiled as she began to pull them off your body while you lifted up your hips a bit to help her. She kept your panties on as she retreated to between your thighs and began to kiss them. Her kisses were soft and loving as she looked up at you.

“What do you want, love?” she asked.

“You,” you answered.

“I know that, but what do you want me to do?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. “I want you to eat me out.”

Ellie noticed this and removed herself from between your legs and came back to your face. She grabbed ahold of your hands and began kissing them. “Don’t be embarrassed, okay? I’m here to take care of you. Everything’s going to be alright.” She placed a few kisses on your cheeks.

“Okay,” you responded. “I trust you.” She gave you a quick kiss on the lips before returning to her place between your thighs. As if she hadn’t interrupted herself, she resumed kissing up your thighs, savoring the warmth of your skin and the way you looked from her angle. There really was nothing more beautiful than it. She began kissing closer and closer to your center with soft, peppering lips. She placed a kiss on your vagina through your panties, and you could feel yourself getting even wetter than you already were. The anticipation was killing you, and you wondered how much longer she was going to tease you. Ellie placed another kiss, and that was when you felt her lick you through your panties. Because of the cloth you couldn’t feel her completely, but you could still feel how wet and hot her tongue was. She licked up your folds again, and again, pressing little kisses in between. Small whimpers were starting to leave your lips. She was teasing you and you needed her more than anything.

“What’s the matter?” she asked between kisses. She stared up at you from between your thighs. The look of love and lust in her eyes was making you feel weak.

“I need you,” you said hastily. “Please, take my panties off.” As soon as the words left your mouth she did as you asked, and within seconds her mouth returned to your pussy. She repeated the small licks she had done through your panties, but this time you could feel everything. The actual feeling was overwhelming, a moan leaving your lips almost immediately. Ellie was making her way through your folds, relishing in the fact you were soaking wet. She wanted every part of you, especially your taste. Your moans encouraged her as she started to suck on your clit, the new sensation enveloping your body in a way you had never felt before. Sure, you had masturbated before, but this was different—way, way different. Of course it was when you had the girl you loved more than anything between your thighs. She continued sucking on your clit, drawing more and more moans out of you. It felt so good; there were no words for it. Ellie moved her tongue in a way that had you seeing stars, your hands moving by themselves to grab onto her hair. That seemed to spur her on as she continued to eat you out like she was starving. You could hear the sounds of her sucking and kissing you, and the small groans she let out every once in a while that felt good against your sex.

You could feel yourself getting closer with every stroke of her tongue, and Ellie could tell. You were gripping onto her hair in a way that let her know how good you were feeling. She unwrapped one of her hands from around your thigh, gazing in awe as one of her fingers slid inside you with no resistance. You were so wet, and she curled her finger as she moved it in and out of you slowly. The feeling of her sucking on your clit and fingering you at the same time was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself coming undone with each stroke of her fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, Ellie’s name escaping your lips in the process. She was making you feel so good, all other thoughts escaping your mind. You felt her add another finger inside you, and the moans leaving your mouth now were absolutely dirty.

“That’s it, baby. Do you feel good?” Ellie asked. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes, yes, yes. It feels so good.” You couldn’t control yourself or the things you were saying. All you knew is that you loved what Ellie was doing and the way it made you feel.

“I can feel how close you are,” Ellie said as her fingers continued to pump in and out of you. “I feel you tightening around my fingers.” She started to hit a spot deep in your walls that had you letting out even louder moans, and with each thrust of her fingers she could feel you getting wetter. It made her happy to make you feel so good.

“You’re doing so good, baby, just for me. You’re my good girl, right?”

“Yes!” you answered after another thrust from her fingers.

“Tell me how good you feel.”

“I feel so good, Ellie. God, it feels so good.” You could feel your orgasm coming with the way it was taking over your body, making you feel on edge and like your body was hot. Every praise from Ellie’s lips somehow made everything feel even better, and it was giving you the push you needed to reach your orgasm sooner.

“How close are you, love?”

“I’m so close,” you answered. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me right now, baby.” Ellie latched her lips back around your clit as she continued to finger you, pumping her fingers in and out of you so perfectly. And then you felt it: the tightening in your body, the way it rose up inside, bringing you closer and closer before it hit you. When you hit your climax it washed over you completely, taking over every single one of your senses like electricity as it hit its peak before slowly coming down. Ellie continued to finger you through your orgasm, making sure you felt good each step of the way. Once you stopped moaning and started catching your breath she pulled them out and stopped what she was doing. She placed a kiss on your thighs before moving to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m more than okay.” You were both smiling like lovestruck idiots.

“Good. Listen, I’m gonna go get a towel to clean you up, but do you want anything else?”

“No, I’m okay,” you answered.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She got up from her bed and walked to her bathroom where you heard the water run for a little bit before she returned. She grabbed a t-shirt from a pile of clothes by her bed and slipped it on. You sat up in bed a little as she sat before you and cleaned between your legs. You couldn’t help but feel emotional at how loved it made you feel. Once she was done she put the towel on her bedside table and grabbed her hoodie. “Here, put this on,” she instructed. You did as she asked, and she looked absolutely elated to see you in her clothes.

“Where are my panties?” you asked.

“Oh,” she said. “Let me find them.” She looked around before finding them on the floor, handing them to you to slip on. You did so quickly and once you were done she was on you in no time and pulling you in for cuddles. She was placing kisses all over your face and held you tightly against her body. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I’m feeling good,” you said. “I think I’m just tired now.”

“That happens,” she said. “You feel alright, though? Was there anything I did that you didn't like?”

“No. I felt more than good the entire time. You’re really sweet and caring.”

“Like I always say, anything for my girl.” She gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Do you want me to do anything for you?” you asked.

“Oh, no, not tonight,” she said. “I get pleasure just from getting you off, and tonight was about you. We can try some other time, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “You make me feel so safe.” Maybe it’s because you were still basking in the feelings that come after an orgasm, or maybe it’s because you felt wildly closer to Ellie than before, but you just felt the need to tell her that.

“I’m glad, baby. All I wanna do is take care of you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. How about we call it a night and pass out together, huh?” Ellie asked.

“I’d like that.”

“Alright, let’s go to sleep, babe.” She reached over and switched her lamp off then grabbed her blanket and pulled it up over both your bodies. She wanted to make sure you were settled in her arms before falling asleep. There was nothing compared to the feeling of safety you got while sleeping in Ellie’s arms, and she felt there was nothing better than keeping you safe in them.

[glxwstxcc]

Holes headcanons :D

Stanley (caveman):

probably addicted to minecraft. (He forces hector to play it with him, but he doesn’t mind)

stanley is the type of guy to prance around and skip when he’s in a good mood 💀

Has anxiety and/or adhd

his love language is physical touch. (He hugs hector all the time 🥺)

he’s probably afraid to close his eyes in the shower. (It’s okay, bro, me too.)

he ate play dough as a kid.

painfully awkward in social situations. (Me too bro, me too)

since he’s kinda tall, he doesn’t know his own side sometimes and bumps into things often.

He’s such a baby when he’s sick. (His mom always takes care of him and she babies him as well, so she’s partially to blame.)

played violin in elementary school but switched to trumpet in middle school.

he loves to dress up for halloween and go trick or treating. He does not give a F*CK IF HES TOO OLD, HES GETTING THAT FREE CANDY.

his favorite color is probably blue. (Super basic, but it’s valid)

unashamed weezer fan.

probably watches adventure time or regular show or some show like that.

cat person.

he loves dinosaurs.

oh and he’s a smashing pumpkins fan.

his favorite subject is chemistry or science.

he probably tried to smoke a cigarette to be cool but he ended up almost dying.

Hector (zero):

bro is probably a Roblox kid.

his love language is quality time.

he gets a little uncomfortable when Stanley hugs him sometimes bc he’s not really used to that sort of affection, but he starts to like it more over time.

he loves watching SpongeBob SquarePants and he makes Stanley watch it with him.

probably and arctic monkeys fan.

Also a Radiohead fan.

fantasizes about beating the sh*t out of people. (DUDE DID YOU SEE WHEN THAT FIGHT ALMOST BROKE OUT AND HE IMMEDIATELY GRABBED A POOL BALL TO SMASH SOMEONES HEAD?.?????)

Gorrilaz fan.

he’s a big Garfield fan as well.

oh and hes also a red hot chili peppers fan.

dog person.

he probably plays guitar.

always wins at card games.

When he was a little kid he wanted to be a magician or a zookeeper when he grew up.

absolutely goated at laser tag.

Ricky (zigzag):

he’s just a silly little guy 🥺

Lowkey the mom friend.

nirvana listener.

I feel like he hates spinach idk why.

yapper.

he has a really stupid sense of humor. (Like if you said the word “ball” or “nut” he would crack tf up)

South Park watcher.

plays cod regularly.

closet Lana del rey fan.

bro can’t cook for shit.

he always bothers the rest of d-tent with his random thoughts in the middle of the night. (Zigzag: “if all my future children are in my balls rn, doesn’t that technically make me pregnant??” Squid: “I swear, if you don’t shut the f*CK UP RIGHT NO-“

raging feminist energy.

his favorite animal is a giraffe 😍

he always uses the shittiest pick up lines on girls he likes (they never work 😢)

Alan (squid):

TERRIBLE at bowling. (Like when he goes the throw the bowling ball he slips on the glossy floor and almost f*cking dies)

brushes his teeth way to hard.

he can’t handle caffeine 😔

He’s a HORRIBLE speller.

If anyone falls asleep around him, their face is 100% going to get vandalized. (Never pass out when there’s markers about, kids.)

Green Day fan.

watches regular show.

bro probably uses three in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash 💀

he has a pet bunny that he loves and cherishes with all of his heart.

Theodore (armpit):

idk why but I feel like he loves kids and babies and he’s really good w them.

surprisingly great at public speaking.

he and x ray always do karaoke together.

system of a down fan.

when he was little he got hit by the school bus 😐 (he was okay tho).

he probably has a diary that he writes in with glittery gel pen. (he also begins each entry with “dear diary ✨🧚‍♀️🌸,”)

Rex (X-ray):

lowkey a theater kid.

proud solitaire player.

he still enjoys coloring and he is NOT ashamed 😡.

regularly plays fnaf.

queen fan????? 👀

he is ready for Christmas IMMEDIATELY after thanksgiving.

train enthusiast.

he has hello kitty and Sanrio merchandise but would never EVER admit it to anyone.

he owns all of the diary of a wimpy kid books.

Jose (magnet):

bro’s favorite subject is probably history 🤣🫵 (valid).

if one of the d-tent boys is in the phone with literally anyone he will moan as loud as he can.

strong believer in the five second rule.

rammstein fan.

sings HORRIBLY in the shower.

he likes to bully small children on roblox. (Valid)

When he was a little kid he walked through wet cement and his parents had to chisel the concrete off of his feet.

he also sleepwalks often.

Brian (twitch):

bro is such a little f*cking freak like dude wtf is wrong w you (and we love that for him.)

yeah that’s kinda all I have for this kid. He only had like a minute and a half of screen time so I didn’t have much to work with.

anyway yeah sorry they gradually got smaller and smaller but yeah wtv I hope you enjoyed :D

[akunoniwa]

Prying

AN: i feel kinda evil bc the ending is sorta abrupt but this shit was getting too long babes... unless?

Synopsis: In which you and Dottore discuss pet names in conversation at first, putting them to good use not too long after...

Pairing: Il Dottore x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, Dottore finds your humiliation to be v irresistible..., use of 'master', 'daddy' (once! hear me out lmao), etc., mirror sex

WC: ~5.2k (she's long-winded, sorry, i think...)

You don’t understand the appeal.

As soon as you mentioned off-hand to Dottore that you didn’t understand why some thought it was hot to refer to their partners as ‘daddy’, he wouldn’t let you live it down. Not only did he find this addictingly humorous, but he also found himself curious… Perhaps you just never put it to proper use. Before you mentioned it, he didn’t have any opinions on the matter, let alone knowing it was a matter to begin with. But the fact that you were basically telling him that you would feel so degraded, so violated if you were to actually call someone this… He wanted to know, he wanted to weaponize this somehow, jokingly of course… He thinks.

“It’s just… Like, that’s how you address your father as a young child… Ya know?” You turned your head in the crux of your pillow towards him. You both lay in a leisurely type of bare, simply winding down from the day. Dottore had long set his book down, charmed by this topic.

“Well, wouldn’t it just… I’m not sure, darling… Some people are just so desperate to feel small, but I couldn’t tell you why or when it began. Sounds morbidly incestuous, to a degree.” You scanned his defined profile as he looked at the ceiling in thought, more committed to this investigation than you expected.

“Right? Like, why not ‘master’ or even… I dunno, someone not related to you?” You were waiting for this very reaction from him, a smirk pushing his fine smile lines to be visible.

“You never seem to call me any of those things…” Somehow the smirk dressed itself as a pout before your eyes.

“I– You never asked…? I don’t want to just randomly address you as something that might make you feel… Uncomfortable.” You must’ve forgotten who you were speaking to, a man who never seems to falter, a seasoned masochist. Even still, you stood your ground… In truth, the prospect of calling him anything other than his name simply embarrassed you, but you tried to keep that close to your chest in secret.

“I suppose you’re right.” He chose to respect your reasoning, “What if I asked?”

“Then I guess… If that’s what you like, I would do it.” You spoke matter-of-factly. In addition to the inherent embarrassment, you honestly found it hard to want to call anyone, any of those names, as you don’t usually give in that easily. This was something that only added fuel to his enduring fire, your playful resistance, the process of melting away your pride and dignity… All for him.

“You don’t even use my official title anymore. It’s almost funny, you’re the only one I like hearing my given name from, though usually, it’s only in here that I hear it.”

“Because you asked, you buffoon. You asked me to call you that because you told me you liked it.” You couldn’t keep a hold of your laughter any longer.

“Did I?” He remembers the day he did so, but found too much enjoyment in teasing you as he stroked his chin in faux thought.

“Maybe you should call me ‘master’.” Your giggles were running circles around the room.

“Would you like that?” He turned his head to you, his eye contact haunting you briefly, “Unlike a certain darling, I wouldn’t feel embarrassed to honor your filthy little wishes.”

“I said I would!”

It was his turn to chuckle, his deep voice resounding gently above you like its own duvet, “But you’d be reluctant, as you just informed me. Unfortunately, I find it amusing when you’re out of your comfort zone because I can tell when you’re just being your shy, bratty, self. You’d tell me otherwise.”

“Then we can both be masters.” Your laughter caved like a burst dam, dying at the thought of how ridiculous that’d be.

His face was hysterical, lips pressed so hard they’d lost their color as he tried not to let his laughter free, “I don’t know how that’d work… I don’t think we’d get anything done. Would we both be on our knees or just in a stalemate of power stances?”

“Stop– Stop talking.” The laughter was making your stomach tickle, unable to stop as he continued the hypothetical.

He rolled on his side to face you completely, “If we’re both standing in the power stance, how would one bend the other over their knee? It’s a logistical failure, darling.” His hand snuck over to gather a tear from your reddened face as your giggles died down. Perhaps being a buffoon wasn’t so bad if he got to hear your true laughter emanate from your infectious smile.

“I’d say we fight for the title, but… You’ve told me in various ways how you prefer to be the loser in that situation.”

“Try it,” you suggested, “Just try calling me master once, I wanna know how it feels.” A delicate, mischievous smile still lounged on your face.

An opening unlike any other, he’d overpower you with what you thought would be your pedestal. The sounds of blankets shifting flooded your ears as he moved to straddle over you, his powder blue hair hanging in ornate waves around his face.

“Is this not cheating?” You placed your hands on his blazing chest above you, your eyes lingering on how his arms flexed to hold himself over you.

“Only if you tell me it is… Master.” He didn’t hesitate, his eyes a deep, sappy scarlet, “You make the rules.” He referred to you like this so languidly, so heavily as he awaited what you might do next.

“I suppose I’ll allow it… I don’t feel very masterly when you’ve got me caged like this.” You took a liberty only the one ‘in command’ would, experimentally pinching his raised nipples for a reaction.

His long lashes fluttered as if a moth were shaking off dew. God, he wished you’d never stop, but he didn’t want to say that just yet, “Wouldn’t a master simply… Take control?”

He bent his arms to allow for his upper body to lean into you, his lips, taut once more in his trademark smirk, nearing your left ear, “Or… are you already stepping down?”

He felt your right hand slide down his front, anticipating your touch to collide with his exposed length, unfortunately the only thing he couldn’t conceal. He was easily aroused by you, though he was discovering… Toying with you like this, almost a perfect balance of submission was making his body rage for you. His willingness to even think someone had the higher ground was only because of you, finding that… Maybe he didn’t mind being controlled by you. But what really riled him was the thought of that pretty word leaving your mouth, so exasperated, barely able to think about anything beyond him.

Your hand sunk slowly against his searing, rigid body, not surprised to find he was already hard, his cock pronounced as it hung over you. You’d debated on touching him or not, but something about taking him into your hand was addicting… Just stroking his length, pulling on him deliberately from shaft to tip, as if you had him caught on a leash of your touch.

His voice, no matter the words or sounds that he used it for, was the key to your demise, deep with an alluring timbre. Quickly your mind was reminded, that he is the Second Harbinger… People find this man to be deplorable and menacing, his voice is only heard making barbaric commands or bickering with other deplorable, menacing Harbingers. All for good, supported, reason. But here, on top of his usual stony tone, grew flowers through the cracks of his demeanor, pollinated as you stroked him. His lips were so close… His shameless, sodden groans fall right into your ear. He was effortlessly always in control, knowing how susceptible you are to him.

“Don’t you want to tell me what to do, Master?” You wanted to punch him as he whined this into you, though not without defiance, his tongue shocking the helix of your ear, a trail of ice left behind. He wouldn’t dare allow himself to miss how your breath lurched in your throat.

You responded with a harsh enough pull on his cock to only remove your hand altogether, “You’re too good at this…” Not that you could mind too much. You pushed his chest in a way to urge him off of you, to which he easily obliged as you both switched places. His length pressed against his lower stomach as you sat over him to grind your pooled wetness along the underside.

“How long do you want to play pretend, darling?” You felt his hips gyrate up into you ever so slightly, “You clearly cannot get out of your mind, too busy wishing I was taking over it.”

You thought for a moment, wondering how you could catch him off guard… How you could make him lose himself, even for just a second. Your uncertainty was making it difficult, “How about…” You hesitantly removed yourself from him to retrieve a toy from your bedside drawer, laughing inwardly, almost nervously at his impending reaction.

He wouldn’t mind what you brought, his intrigue piqued as you revealed your futile efforts to best him in his own game. Your choosing a dildo could mean a few things in this situation… Did you want to fuck him? Was he to watch as you fucked yourself? He waited with bated breath, already missing your heat against him.

You returned to your position, a buzz of pleasure shooting through both of you at the continued contact. He’d do anything at this point, just wanting to see how far you’d go so he could obliterate you equally and more afterward.

After briefly taking it into your mouth, you dragged the wet tip along the center of his front, all the way up to his chin, “Would you suck cock for your master?”

A foreign feeling, not unlike pleasure, barrelled through him as he saw the look he was waiting for in your eyes, “You’re asking me?” Chills trickled through his body, all the way up through his nose as a pleased sigh.

“Be good for me… All you have to do is open your mouth…” You strung him along, though he was too turned on to care, parting his lips to allow you to slowly push into his mouth. He could feel your legs tensing on either side of him, your clit throbbing against his cock as he did so… This was so good.

“I wanna see your eyes.” You weren’t so much dominating him but rather he willingly entertained you by playing along, this is what he told himself anyway. Looking into your soul as his lips clung to the rubber so sweetly, his dextrous tongue working with more enthusiasm than you expected… You didn’t think he’d look so pretty doing this.

Once his spit generously coated the dildo, you dragged it from his mouth, depriving his twitching length of your sopping pussy as you sat between his opened legs. Opening your own, wide enough that he could see the lustrous stage you’d set. You easily slid the dildo, gleaming with his saliva, into your beckoning cunt as he was made to watch.

Well played, he thought… You looked so beautiful as your cunt clung to the dildo that was just in his mouth, your contorted face making it evident that you simply wanted to be filled… Your pace was slow with purpose as you imagined him fucking you like this… He wanted so badly to be inside you, to hear your abashed, small, voice call him dirty things. You swore you saw his cock jolt with impatience. 

His right hand lunged unhurriedly towards his sex, but you swatted it away, “You’re only allowed to watch.”

His lovely voice shaped as a threatening laugh met your ears. Threatening as in he’d let your antics wrack up to be used against you at the right time. His eyes were forced to shade themselves as he looked down over his toned torso, watching you intently. The only way you would be able to dominate him would be by his own hand… or cock. You had so many opportunities to learn from his example, though your mind was probably checked out at that point.

His movements to resist your words ceased, watching as you increased the pace of your self-assault, glorious sounds of your wetness snapping into his ears. His lower lip tucked between his teeth, your left hand playing mindlessly at the soft skin of his upper thigh… He couldn’t help but feel the fault lines of his heart threaten to burst at the lovely sight before him. It felt like his gaze alone was propelling your hand, the tension was caustic and heavy.

You brought yourself to the edge of your release, movements shaky as you caged over him like he’d done to you before. You only had to bring the toy to his lips for him to gladly collect your sweet, his moans, deeper than the Chasm, almost infusing with it as he did. He loved how your eyes branded him as you watched… Maybe you were learning something after all… How to adeptly destroy him, one glance at a time.

Setting the dildo aside, at this point, you just wanted to kiss him. His lips were glossed with a brew of spit and cum, but that only made it more enticing. Like leaves brushing against each other in a gentle breeze, your lips found his. His whole body felt particularly sensitive, your nips at his lips almost a tickle as you teased him. That is, until he captured your face between his hands, lifting his head to press up into you. It felt like the kiss had been placed into a kiln, searing and intense as he was exposing how much he just needed to have you. His heart attached to yours like jumper cables, reinventing what yearning felt like as his tongue swam against yours, disregarding aesthetics and grace.

You both were only left more of a mess than before. As you parted, briefly a salty thread of combined spit, like a spider web, hung between your lips before snapping silently.

His hands pressed down along your curves as if shaping clay, pausing at your waist. Your arms were growing tired, and you couldn’t keep your mind off the gravitational pull of your throbbing cunt, knowing how his cock merely sat in wait. You wanted to lay on his chest… For some reason, his grin only grew.

“Was it worth it? Do you feel transformed, master?” He batted at you with his words like a cat playing with its prey, knowing it was his turn, whether you decided that or not.

“You did well, darling.” You commented in a voice that mocked his own, causing you both to laugh in unison for the second time. Your head dropped in a forfeit as he squeezed your sides.

“Making fun of me, now… I see.” He clicked his tongue, returning to the program that he would see through to the end, “Go stand by the stool in front of the mirror.” He ordered as his hands dropped in time with a sensation of excitement in your stomach, starting with his interpretation of this act.

You obeyed, the kinetic flow of wanting to please leading you to where he directed. You were made to observe your naked body, though distracted when he approached from behind and sat beside you on the stool, “I want you to lay over me, your pretty ass perked for me.”

He could see a familiar gleam in your eyes that sent him universal, knowing you were following his every word like footsteps in snow. Bridged over his legs, his right hand found your plump ass as if it were a magnet, caressing your supple skin. You knew what his intentions were, though, bracing for how and when he’d deliver his first blow.

“Do you truly think, darling… That you’d be able to overpower me without me letting you?”

Whatever your answer was, he wanted to feel the recoil regardless, “You’d just tell me your submission was ‘playing along’ even if I did.”

His hand lifted but a few inches to collide with your ass cheek, gathering your flesh in his hand like a duvet, “It’s against your nature...”

You reeled in how he assumed his harsh demeanor so effortlessly, “Do you think the other Harbingers know you’d clearly bow to my will under your guise of controlling the uncontrollable?”

This clap to your ass felt more personal, making you wince as a squeak snuck out of your throat, “I don’t give a single fuck about those insolent boors. I’d not admit your curiosity in them, though you know I’ll just hit you harder.” Your eyes locked on his own in the mirror as he had well already caught onto your antics.

“So it goes… Perhaps I do wonder about them.” You pushed the topic over the cliff, the punishment he’d give could only really be a reward.

He tried to not allow his heart to be swayed by your taunts, “You think they aren’t familiar with your pathetic moans coming from my office?”

“If they’re anything like you, that’d only intrigue them further, I would think…”

Smack.

This time you gave him a moan of rejoice, growing addicted to the sting, his hand falling over the crest of your ass to explore your cunt. Your wetness overflowed to coat your clit as it threatened to drip, loving his aggression.

“Hmm… I’ve barely grazed your desperate cunt until now, and it seems you’re trying to insinuate something foolish. Then tell me, my sweet, insatiable, darling, what or who is it that you want?” His middle and ring fingers pressed into your soaked, petal-like lips, coaxing you to answer. 

You were debating… Should you weaponize another man’s name to provoke him… It feels like foul play, as you really had eyes for no other madman but himself, he knows this well. But what if…

“You’re always hanging around that opulent-looking one with glasses… Pantalone, was it?” You chose to improvise listlessly with war anyway.

He gritted his teeth, eyes diverting away from you for the first time. He knew you were just trying to play the cards you had, God, he knew. But something inside could not prevent the inherent, possessive tendencies from making some kind of appearance. Of all the Harbingers, of course you’d choose Pantalone as your mode of combat. He’s such a duplicitous excuse of a man.

His two fingers plunged into your hole, he watched as the muscles in your back tensed, feeling your front wriggle over his legs, “I see how he looks at you, darling. He is so acquainted with wealth, he’s used to having everything available to him… He sees you with me and knows his ability to be conscious of his own existence will be compromised if he even thinks about touching you.”

His hand retracted to instead give your weeping clit a generous slap, the wetness enhancing the sound, then sinking back into you. His lithe fingers felt so dizzying as they paced against your spongy walls, how could you think of anything but that?

“Really, I brought it up because the thought of them seeing you like this turned me on, not because I want to fuck them.”

“Invariably, if they somehow saw me like this, you’d be the only logical cause… Look in the mirror, look at yourself.” His free hand slid under your face to push your cheek in the mirror’s direction, “Who are you bent over so pitifully for right now? It almost sounds as if you’d like an audience…” He noted where your eyes were as you followed his roaming hand at your backside, “Tell me.” He demanded, swatting your ass once more. He couldn’t chain back the grin on his face, waiting to see which title you’d attempt to christen him with.

You weren’t about to give in to what he wanted most, your pure humiliation…, so you opted to at least repay him equally, “You, Zandik… Master.”

“Really…” His fingers returned to your sopping cunt, more so as a reminder rather than a means of pleasure, “I think you know what I want to hear… I’ll give you another chance.”

Your face cringed slightly, though that wasn’t enough to disguise the way your hole clenched around his stilled fingers at the thought, “Fuck…”

He hunched down to ensure his words were clear, “You brought this up… It was eating away at your mind so badly that you thought it was safe to bring it up to me? It’s at the tip of your little tongue, darling… Your face is such a tender shade of red…” His hand pumped slowly into you, as if to lure it out of you with his feigned compassion, “Tell me, pretty baby, whose fingers are inside you right now.”

Your eyes looked to the supposed heavens for a moment, “I hate you.”

He scoffed sharply, “That sounds more in character… You’d be such a contemptuous little brat for me…” He gathered your hair haphazardly, pulling your head upwards, somehow amplifying his ministrations, “Go on, who’s got you bent at his will.” His tone was low though infected with his shit-eating grin.

“Fine– You… Daddy.” Your voice had almost entirely checked out. You knew he wouldn’t let you leave this position until you did so.

He laughed a riot right into your ear, though hissed like the snake he is afterward at the sheer pleasure of winning, maintaining his pace, “You look as if you could hurl, darling, but I don’t think I’ve felt your cute cunt clench around me quite so hard… You’re dripping down my fingers, I ought to make you clean this mess up.”

You whined as he increased his pace, egging you on, “That’s right… So fucking tight…”

In actuality, he didn’t care much for the pet name but rather just your adorable embarrassment, so he decided he wasn’t convinced, “Why not embrace it a little more…” Getting you close to the edge, retreating his hand only to prod at your lips, “Why not taste your humiliation, since you hate calling me ‘daddy’ so much? Hmm?”

You were shivering as the denied orgasm left you high, though not so much dry, taking his slender fingers into your mouth. Your tongue weaved between them so as to clean them completely, his eyes sharp, jabbing into your face as he watched. That feeling again, as if an hourglass had been flipped, all the blood rushed to his core as he fucked your mouth with his hand. When he was satisfied with your work, he slowly dragged his soaked fingers along your back to trace back down. You shook at the chilling trail it left.

“Hmm,” There was an arrogant triumph to his voiced sigh, “So sensitive, too… It drives me crazy, darling.” He moved to grip your waist, urging you off of him, “I wonder… Would you suck cock for your master?” His words wagged their fingers in your ears as he adjusted you to sit on your heels before him.

“And you say I talk shit?” You ran your hands flush up his parted thighs, observing how cute his folded tummy looked as he sat, watching you. His faint happy trail, the glazed plains of his pale chest in contrast to his florid, angular face. For a moment, he said not a word, realizing how desperately he required your touch, in any capacity. His cock leaned heavily to the side, as if in its last attempt of an exhausted taunt for your lips. Your hands closed in on him, his eyes fluttering as they gently pulled at his flushed length.

“I love it when you moan for me…” You mentioned as an aside before taking his swollen tip between your velveteen lips. His head fell back, and a groan, like a smoke ring, hovered to the ceiling.

His fingertips pushed their way through your hair, though with no other intent but seemingly to distract himself from losing himself too soon. He played with your hair almost domestically, petting you along as you took as much of his throbbing cock as you could. You could tell he so badly wanted to buck into your mouth, your hands gripping him at the pivot of his thighs and hips as he writhed… You wished he’d let you in on this kind of raw desperation more often, as this version of him played in your mind so sweetly.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck.” He’d never called you that before, but the sensation it conveyed in your brain felt as if your soul had fallen out of the window of your body. He had you where you couldn’t refute it, making you swallow that, too, without resistance, “I knew you’d like that…” He laughed wickedly despite his exasperated state, and it felt so good, “My good girl…” He almost sang it down to you the second time, making your chest waver, coasting your hands upwards against his tense torso. He untangled his hands from your hair, easily blanketing yours against his waist, effectively lulled by the lush of your touch.

His fingertips dragged down the stretch of your arms, over the horizon of your shoulders to round back to your face, causing you to pause in wait. Your eyes lazily gravitated up to his own, his face was tipped as he peered over his nose in his lecherous way, “Come here, darling, where you belong…”

Upon your standing, he twisted you around between his hands to face away from him, then pulled down at your hips to finally lower your pliant, sobbing cunt onto him. The friction of his firm chest against your back alone was tantalizing enough, his hot breath steaming your skin from behind making your body slack in his grasp. A hand left your side, gripping his length to align himself. The initial pleasure of his tip making contact with the magma that was your arousal against him was suffocating, your eyes heavy with refined lust, though you couldn’t tear them away. He lowered you onto his cock at a meticulous speed, so dreadfully slow, you swear you could feel his pulse. His groan of contagious desire shot through your spine as you watched him disappear inside you as he left you to sit completely full of him for his own amusement.

“Look at you, pretty darling, how you like to watch yourself take my cock so beautifully.” His wet lips played on your shoulder blade to leaf between his words, “How I wish this very image were branded into my mind…” Moving towards the crook of your neck, your head inadvertently swayed to the side to allow access, his hands forcing your hips to grind in his lap. His teeth brushed over the sensitive base of your neck, your shoulders raising as he teased your skin. You felt as if you were losing your grip on a certain aspect of consciousness, the way his thick length stirred inside you, brushing and shocking every nerve.

“Keep moving just like that…” He instructed in a whisper as his hands left to tend to your breasts, adding yet another layer of dizziness as he pinched and kneaded. He loved the way the soft skin of your ass brushed against his inner thighs, your cunt tied and bowed around his shaft so perfectly. He’d pause at your neck here and there to peek at your face, a delirious focus on maintaining your movements… Your precious sounds that now flowed shamelessly from your lips, he truly could never get enough of you.

You tried to lift yourself, needing to be properly rearranged from the inside out, but he halted your attempt, unraveling a whine, “I know, I know… My good girl has been working so hard…” His eyes fixated on how your slick literally overflowed, trickling down to his balls in a lewd stream. How you squeezed around him upon that name… It was too much for him to bear, “You really do like that, huh darling?”

“Mmhm…,” is all you could manage, your thighs twitching impatiently, an indescribable feeling winding up your body, “God, please just let me move.”

“I didn’t even have to ask you to beg, you sorry little thing.” He guided you to lift, your vision flickering at the sheer strength of the awaited friction, “Tell me more… How much do you want me to fucking destroy you?”

You gave in to his game, unable to resist, “So badly, Zandik, please.”

Finally, your hole just barely reached the precipice of his raging cock, holding you there, “I could make you cum just like this, giving you only what you barely need as you wished I’d fuck you right– Please what?”

“Fuck… Please, please fuck me, I need your cock… Please.” You squirmed as your voice was hoarse and almost unfamiliar to even yourself as you pleaded.

He slammed you down onto him easily, given how soaked you were, hardly able to wait himself, “When you’re this wet, I would think my cock is the only thing you need.” He talked both you and himself into oblivion, sticky slick between both his and your thighs accentuating the frantic collision of your bodies. His fingers were soldered to your waist, gripping you as he moved your body at his pace, watching as your breasts flailed rhythmically in his thrusts’ wake. He wished there was a way to consume the buttery noises you were making on top of him as his own bled into them.

You adored how his lips hung open, how his brows tensed upward as he exhibited both complete focus and abandonment, his mind devoted only to the way he fucked you in this moment. You found him infuriatingly handsome as it is, but to see him so breathless, his vast vocabulary reduced to exclusively vile taunts, he was utterly ethereal like this.

His lips curled up as you eyed him so intensely, forcing you off of him, the sudden vacancy in your cunt making you want to scream. He stood behind you, feeling up your front as he did so, “I can’t describe the feeling I get when you look at me like that, darling…” He turned you to face him, hastily stealing your lips for a kiss that dug into your chest like his nails did your back as he searched your skin hungrily. 

Upon stopping, he moved to hold your chin in place, your face displayed in his hand like a gemstone gleaming in the prongs of a ring. His swollen lips were still close, his crimson eyes had a glow to them, almost, cascading a dense shadow of need over your features, “However I may call you, you will most importantly, always, be mine. …And I hope… I will always be yours, darling.”

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ wonwoo edition

member: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points :3 word count: 876 summary: wonu's gamer bf era warnings: none !! just know that i am in love with jeon wonwoo. (me saying things like that is what makes it hard to see i'm a junhui ult on this blog) author's note: happy wonwoo day !!!!! summer is about half way over :( but I hope this wonu boyfriend au will make you feel better <3

There is absolutely no way that the Jeon Wonwoo is not the “gamer bf” 

I have some very specific thoughts about boyfie Wonwoo so buckle your seatbelts and make sure to keep all hands and feet in the cart while it is in motion 

Quality Time 

Jeon Wonwoo is the king of quality time!! 

He would so much rather just chill with you at home than go anywhere 

Hates parties and only goes to them if another member of svt is hosting it because he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t spend time with his brothers 

Feels uncomfortable around your friends but will go with you to see them anyway because as long as he’s with you, he’s happy 

ABSOLUTELY loves when you ask if you can join him when he is gaming! 

If you play games a lot, he’ll be all pouty when you beat him at something like Call of Duty, but if you don’t play games a lot, you’ll be pouty when you find out he let you win at Mario Kart

He would also love to just have cuddle time where he reads his articles online and you just game on your phone, read a novel or something

Words of Affirmation

THIS MAN IS FSDKJFNSDKJ so good at affirmation pls I could sob just thinking about it 

He never fails to make you feel worthy, and perfect ! 

Always compliments you when he’s watching you do something, like if you win a race in Mario Kart he’d be saying something like “I’m so proud of you, good job!” even if it is something simple 

He’ll be over the freaking moon if you tell him you got a promotion at work, he’ll go on a rant about how much he loves you and will be on your side no matter what 

Do pet names count as words of affirmation bc Wonu is the type to say something like “babygirl/babyboy”, “sweetie” or “sweetheart” aaaaa

Just imagine him being like “good morning, sweetheart” AAAA sorry i’m in love-

Anyway Wonu is amazing at compliments and also loving you 

Physical Touch 

Is awkward lmao but he will try his best 

He would love to rest his head on you, if you’re taller, in between your shoulder blades while back-hugging you, but if you’re shorter, on your shoulders 

I can totally see him waiting to hold your hand when you’re shopping, going on dates, or just chilling in the living room

Loves cuddles but would refuse to admit to it 

Please let this man be the softie we all know he is !! 

Though, even tho he loves being around you and touching you…he always needs his alone time, and you are more than willing to accept that because let’s face it: everyone needs to be alone once in a while

He is such a simp tho, if you ask for even the slightest PDA he goes all out, even if he gets embarrassed about it: he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders if you’re sitting next to each other in a movie theater or a restaurant 

He’ll also 100% playfully push you, like if you tell a really bad joke or if he is pretending to be annoyed with you (we all know he could never actually have any negative feelings towards you)

Acts of Service 

Acts of service is totally his calling: he’ll love to do literally anything for you

When you can’t sleep or are sick, you’ll ask him to sing you something to relax you and he’ll sing for hours until the both of you are asleep next to each other 

He seems like the type to love doing simple chores like laundry: it keeps him distracted, gives him the alone time he needs, and it helps you out ! 

As soon as you pull a “Wonu could you do this for me 👉👈 🥺” he’ll be sprinting to make you happy 

My favorite Wonwoo act of service is: teaching you how to do things…

This man loves to learn, and who else is he going to share his knowledge with? You want to know better ways to keep your plants alive? He’s got you! 

You’re unsure how to make this side dish for dinner? He’s texting you links to twenty different recipes and helping you pick the one you like most 

He just loves to interest you in these silly little facts that he hopes would help you with something, whether it be now, or in 10 years 

He’s a helpful bean <3 

Gift Giving 

Uses his money to his advantage (pls stop him before he takes over the world) 

If you even mention an article of clothing being cute in a store, you suddenly have one of every color the next day

If you are like “Hey Wonu do you wanna go see __ in concert?”, you best believe that he’s buying you VIP tickets 

And when you complain to him that he is spending way too much money on you, he just shrugs 

“What else am I going to do with my money? We have a nice place, and I have everything I could want, as well as you, I might as well use it to make you happy” 

I love him…

[tazahan]

Hello! Bi-Yuan and Bi-Huǒ are really interesting ^^ Would you like to share a little more about them? You don't have to do it if you don't want to.

I love your art! 🧚‍♀️

Oh my, thank you! I never thought a person would interested in my delulu OC children! Sorry if this bit too long. So Bi-Yuan is the firstborn of Bi-Han and my OC Aila. Just like his father, as a firstborn son, he was already saddled with the obligation of being his father's successor to become the future Grandmaster since he was still young. Unfortunately, while having similar facial features to Bi-Han, he did not get his Cryomancer power, but rather my OC's power, Heliokinesis. This has an impact on their relationship as he grows older. However, he is a calm individual despite the power he has. Like his uncle, Kuai Liang (no-no don't get me wrong, He is 100% Bi-Han's biological son :v) Bi-Huǒ is the second son who unexpectedly inherited Bi-Han's power while his appearance shows the opposite. Fun fact. When he was born, Bi-Han expected him to inherit the same power as his mother or his brother. So he named him Huǒ (fire) bc of the bright red hair he has. But turns out that when Bi-Huǒ grew older, his ice power showed up and made his name ironic. Unlike Bi-Yuan, he was the one who was a bit rebellious, grumpy, and stubborn. I imagine Bi-Han's copy but he is ginger. Although Bi-Huǒ is a cryomancer, he never had the ambition to desire his older brother's position as the future Lin Kuei Grandmaster. Instead, he has his own dreams and gets his own position in his mother's clan. Bi-Huǒ is the tallest in the family. Bi-Huǒ also has another name, Bjorn. Because he inherited stronger features from his mom's side who is from a Viking descendant clan. Bjorn was the name that was inspired by their grandfather's pet name (my OC's dad) when they were both still kids. He always called them ''My little Bjornar". Yeah, the type of grandparents who spoiled their grandchildren rotten lol.

So yeah they were both born amongst two different clans and cultures. Half-blooded.

But don't worry. Bi-Han has vowed to himself that both of his sons would never end up like him, with the help of his wife. He tried so hard to be the best role model and gave them what he didn't get with his own father. He is still strict, cold, and harsh, yes but he never forgets his duty to not make his sons uncomfortable by his ruthless demeanor. My OC balanced them with warmth and love. Both of them have goofy sides from their mother. So they do not always look serious all the time just like Bi-Han. They support and love each other But also sometimes there is sibling rivalry between them. I imagine their brotherhood like Gumball and Darwin or Oggy and Jack lmao.

[necroangelz]

community rant time 🤝🤝 not ranting about anyone in particular im just relaying my personal observations

okay so to me, typing quirks affect the way uu type (like my you = uu thing) while speech quirks affect the way words and sentences are formatted (saying pawlease, purrfect, nawt, etc bc those affect the spelling of certain words only; as well as 3rd person), so when i say speech quirk that's what i mean, that's the difference between tq and speech quirk at least to me

anyway i fucking hate it when people layer so much speech quirks into how they post. a few small ones are okay but some mfs gotta stop collecting all tqs/sqs like stfu this ain't pokemon uu don't have a pokedex uu don't have to catch them all. ∆i Cw∆n ' t Rwe∆d W∆t Kyu ∆re S∆ying ∆nd Fw∆nkly ∆ Lwot Of Other People C∆n N∆wt Re∆d It Either Tew Be Meownest . . . ! [ I can't read what you are saying and frankly a lot of other people can not read it either to be honest ]

and also babytalk overly forced cutesy talk is so . ew LOL pls get a real personality 😿😿 sawrry too harsh it's just . weird and uncomfortable. i don't like babytalk in general like babies don't even speak like that???

and this one last thing is such a minor pet peeve and I'm gonna sound like such an English teacher but it annoys me when people put pronouns in the wrong cases, like switching around subjective case (she, he) with objective case (her, him) i see this kinda often with neoprns that match regular prns, like shy/hyr, che/cher (I'm not the only one who sees this as basically she/her right? lmao), etc. it just bugs me when people go like "I'm friends with shy!! hyr loves making gifts for me (: " when it's SUPPOSED TO BE "I'm friends with hyr!! shy loves making gifts for me"

one does NOT say "her went to the park today. i met she there, i had a short conversation with she, and parted ways after her realized her had to be at a meeting in five minutes" in real life, so shouldn't that rule apply to neoprns inspired by regular prns as well????

if one does any of the things I mentioned, more power to uu i suppose, i don't really hate uu as a person but I'm still allowed to dislike things, don't let this get uu down though xoxoxooxo reminder again this isn't anything personal nor aimed at anyone im just bored and willing to rant

[ararine]

My experience and opinion on each vanila love interest choice

Bachelors

Alex : Jock. Gramp Jorge and grandma Evelyn's grandson. He have dog. He is young but capable to grow up. I am closer with his grandparents more than him.

Elliott : Local romantic dreamer broke writer with luxury taste. His piano skill well. As good friend, I always give him crabcake I have too much. Ship with Leah.

Harvey : Idea of local and only doctor in town crush on me from the first sight even before he do my health check is so uncomfortable. Not mention he still collect me 1000g doctor fee when I fall sleep in my farm after married. Also his crush on Maru is awkard. He is NOPE for me

Sam : Sabestian's friend. Young one with dream and good big brother. Still nah not my type. I admit that in his family, he is one I feel least close to.

Sebastian : He click so perfect. I enjoy slow with stable pace with him. I am happy that he is happy and found his own place and how he belong. Among vanila, he is always one I marry with. I fear frog in RL so much but I willing to let him keep dozen of frog in his santuary. I get along well with his mom but not feel close with maru or Demetrius.

Shane : Broken and depression. At least after heart 8, he recovery a bit and found his passion. I never give him beer. My relationship with him more like I am best family friend with ranch family.

Bachelorettes

Abigail : Sorry for her fan but she is "I am not like another girl" vibe for me. Like Sebastian casual nightstroll in mine and give us Void Essence and Frozen Tear that is on deep floor while Abby said a lot how much she want to enter and train sword but always have cold feet to enter enless you married her. Her 14H event of she protect us from damn bat and give its grave is sweet but stupid. We survive and fight damn flying fire in valcano and carried weapon like 90% or time. Make she save our ass is kinda force scipt. Also enter cave mean you kill or attack a lot monster bc they wouldn't left you alone, I kinda avoid attack shadow people unless it is self defend bc Krobus but I wouldn't give bury to damn 300 iridium bats I slay to farm bat wing. I don't want to 'advanture' with Abigail since I enter mine for gather resource and material not for fun. My relationship with Pierre is conflict bc his personality and I feel I didn't close with Caroline much.

Emily : Weird but good friend. I can't imagine spend my whole life or date her, her bubble hight energy is not good for my introvert small social energy bar.

Haley : Well she act like spoiled stereotype blond bitch at first but she slowly grow up and sweet girl at heart. She havr city girl spirit so I understand that rural town like this make her feel frustating on a lot inconviniece but at least bus is fixed now. She was honestly have cheaper taste than you thougth she will have. I could imagind with baking sweets together with her and cuddle animal farm together and take pic or show her some secret place's great view. I wouldn't mind married her.

Leah : I can imagine we spend peacful time together in our farm and do forage together in forest. Or she drawing my farm animal or my pet or view. Wouldn't mind married her

Maru : well she is good girl with skill and innovative mind. Just not my type... Her father is kinda overbearing in law type too

Penny : let said, I aware she is good girl, just someone with mindset and dream for perfect loving family kinda not fixed well with me. Her reaction if we said we never want kid at all is kinda something even I understand why. Also her eager to help around that could end up be insensitive something even she didn't mean it. Well let said she isn't my type and me isn't one I think she will happy with too. I feel closer with her mom more than herself.