#{ ♡ } answered prompts.

[nichoswag]

Hey Rei! I've been thinking for a while if I should send a prompt request or not, but here we go. 😂 (Hope you'll like it lol)

So my idea is #15 "Please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." with a fake dating trope. And the idol who first came to my mind was Heeseung, I feel like he would match this well! You're free to decide the atmosphere of the story, I, personally was just feeling funny haha. I hope you'll have fun with this request! <33

flirt . lee heeseung

prompt: "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there."

pairing: fake bf!heeseung x gn reader

warnings: fake dating au, lots of flirting, kissing, teasing, like one light innuendo

song rec: into it - chase atlantic (warning: song is extremely sexual)

a/n: hii marine! admittedly i did push this to the top of my list because i feel a bit more inclined to complete reqs from my moots ♡ sorry it took so long, but i did have a lot of fun with this request!! i hope you enjoy :))

if someone were to ask you how you got in this situation, you honesly couldn't say you have a clue.

walking into your childhood friend's parents' house hand-in-hand with him, you're still questioning how you got here.

well, to put it simply, you and heeseung grew up together. you even went to college together, and now you're back home together. but, you're now actually together.

at least, that's what you've told both of your parents, after constant nagging and pleading from both ends for you both to date someone. so, your solution was to pretend you're both dating each other.

now, you're shaking due to the nerve of the roles you're both about to play.

heeseung squeezes your shaking hand that's placed in his, sending you a reassuring smile. "hey, it's fine. we're only doing this to get them off our backs."

your heart flutters at his smile and the kind action.

mrs lee opens the door for the both of you. "____! it's so nice to see you," she exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

"moooom," heeseung whines. "what about me?"

she chuckles. "oh, hush. i haven't seen ____ in years."

as she welcomes the two of you into her house, you realize how natural this feels after all. besides, you and mrs lee have always been close, as your moms are best friends, so she's like a second mom to you anyway.

heeseung leads you through the wide hall into the large dining room. sending you a wink, he pulls back your chair for you. you send him a weird look as you sit down, but he ignores it and pushes your chair in, taking a seat next to you.

diagonal from where you and heeseung sit, your fathers are arguing about who's lawnmower does the better job. you chuckle at their pettiness as your mother chastises your dad for picking a fight over such a stupid thing. things haven't changed at all.

you're immersed in a conversation with heeseung until someone takes a seat across from you. it's heedo, your fake boyfriend's older brother.

and your childhood crush.

there's a girl sitting next to him, and they're holding hands, just as you and heeseung were a few minutes ago.

heeseung seems to notice your curiosity, because he leans closer to speak into your ear. "that's yeri, heedo's girlfriend." he takes your hand again and squeezes it. "are you okay? we can leave if you're uncomfortable," he offers, knowing about your long-term crush on his brother.

you shake your head. "i'm alright. just surprised."

he nods, understanding. "are you over him? i mean, you've dated since you last saw him."

"i think so, actually." you smile, nostalgia hitting you suddenly. "he was my childhood crush, so i guess it's just weird for me. it's not like i haven't seen him with a girl before."

you remember the time you saw him making out with a girl at a party him and heeseung had thrown in high school while yours and their parents were on a trip. you'd then gotten drunk on wine to the point of throwing up, and heeseung had held your hair back half the night at your house while you threw up.

then, when he brought his first girlfriend for dinner with his parents. heeseung had invited you over, not knowing he was there with his girlfriend, and you'd spent the evening crying in his room while he held you.

heeseung grins at you, seemingly remembering those nights too. you feel eternally grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he presses a kiss to your temple, seemingly trying to keep up the act. "you hungry, cutie?"

you nod shyly, blushing as he ruffles your hair. "starved."

within a few moments, heedo and heeseung get up to help their mother bring plates of food from the kitchen and set them in the middle of the large dining table.

yeri stares at you across the table. you feel self-conscious as she eyes you up and down, as if she's analyzing how big of a threat you are to her.

heeseung catches a glance at her eyeing you as he sits down, sighing as he realizes what's going on. he glares back at her, and she just smiles innocently, fixing a napkin on her lap. she glares at you as she kisses heedo on the cheek.

"what's her problem?" heeseung whispers in your ear.

you shrug. "i have no clue. I've literally just been sitting here."

he rolls his eyes. "i hope she doesn't cause a scene."

dinner does end up going without a hitch. besides a few more glares from yeri when heedo asks about your experiences in university and settling into your new job, you feel at ease. even when yours and heeseung's parents ask how you two began dating, you're able to answer the questions just as the two of you practiced earlier.

you notice heeseung looking at you with an expression you don't recognize throughout dinner. almost like admiration, except his eyes are fiery. you just think he's playing the role of your loving boyfriend.

mrs lee brings out a tray of sweets. "anyone hungry for dessert?" she practically sings.

heeseung grins and leans close. "mine's already here." he places a hand on your knee.

you choke on your own spit, and he pats your back. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there," you whisper-yell into his ear as everyone stares at you both.

your hear giggles, and you realize everyone must have heard what you said.

your mother smiles sweetly at the both of you. "don't worry, we're not judging you. the two of you are adorable."

you blush furiously, and heeseung ruffles your hair again.

yeri huffs from across the table, and you realize she must be jealous of the attention you two are receiving as a couple, not insecure of her relationship. she busies herself with fixing heedo's collar aggressively.

he grabs her hands as the attention turns to them. "what is your problem? you've been like this all evening. can't you just act normal?"

heeseung stifles a laugh from beside you and you nudge him with your elbow. "what's funny?"

he leans over to whisper in your ear for the third time tonight. "just that they're seemingly an actual couple and they get along worse than us."

you giggle, and yeri turns to glare furiously at you. "what the fuck is funny, you callous bitch?"

there are gasps all along the table, and heeseung nearly stands up defensively before you grab his arm to pull him down.

"don't think i haven't noticed you flaunting you perfect boyfriend all night." she laughs mockingly. "you're like a three. how did you manage to pull that guy?"

"get out." heedo glares at his probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, motioning towards the hall that leads to the front door.

"what?" her tough front cracks as she wears a scared face. "heedo-"

"i said. get. out." he gets up, pulling her up with him and marching toward the hallway.

you can hear the yelling and screaming still. "i've told you before, she's like a fucking SISTER to me! who are you to talk to my family like that?" "SHE WAS TAUNTING ME WITH HER PERFECT GUY-"

eventually, the screaming is muffled as it seemingly continues outside.

mrs lee gains her composure and proceeds with setting out the dessert. "kids these days are so dramatic. minus my ____, of course. you're an angel."

you smile at her. "thanks, mrs lee."

her smile falters. "honey, why don't you just call me 'mom?' i'll be your mother-in-law eventually, anyway."

you nearly choke again, and heeseung stifles a laugh. "just go with it," he mouths.

you smile again. "sure, mom. thank you for the dessert."

dinner wraps up rather quickly after the dramatic scene. heedo returns at the very end, looking very disheveled as you and heeseung make your way up the long spirals stairs to his room, where you'll both be staying the night.

heeseung lets out a long laugh after he closes the door to his childhood bedroom, nearly slumping against it. "that was a train wreck. heedo has terrible taste in girls."

you giggle. "he should've just chosen me when he had the chance."

heeseung's smile fades. "no, i rather like having you to myself."

your feel a twinge of pain in your heart at the way his smile drops. "hee, i was just kidding. i told you, i'm over him. i think i like someone else now, anyway."

the smile that began to creep onto his face at the first part of your speech drops again as he hears the last part. "oh." his shoulders slump, face looking dejected.

you catch his face in your hands as he turns away from you. "hee, do you really not realize who i'm talking about?"

his eyes widen in realization. "you mean..."

"yes, i mean i like you, lee heeseung." you grin at him.

before you realize it, he's taking you into his arms and picking you off the ground and you're spinning through the air. you both giggle as you come back onto the ground.

now flustered, you look away from him "so..."

"i like you too, ____. i thought that was pretty obvious." he ruffles your hair yet again, pulling you close by your waist.

you giggle. "it kinda was."

he looks at you for a moment, gentle gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he leans down to connect your lips gently. you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, and the other tangling in his hair.

he pulls away and you lean your head against his chest, breathless.

"fuck, i think i might be in love with you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying.

he smirks down at you as you meet his eyes, yours wide. "yeah? what makes you think that?"

you inhale sharply. "you've been there for me through everything since we were kids. my heart hurts when you're sad, i feel angry when you're angry, and i'm happy when you are. also, i always find myself missing you when you're not around. i think that's love."

he smiles, eyes shining brightly. "if that's the case, i love you too."

minutes later, you're settled in a pair of heeseung's clothes, waiting on his bed for him to come back from the bathroom.

as he enters the room, your heart races. you've spent nights together as friends, no biggie. but now, it's the real deal.

he sprawls out on the bed beside you and turns to look at you. "cuddle?" he asks, opening his arms. you practically dive into them as they wrap around your body tightly.

you realize you feel safe here. that to you, there's never been any place safer than in his arms.

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[yasmindifference]

8 (my birthday is the 8!)

The night is unseasonably warm, barely even cool enough for long sleeves. As such, the suit jacket Jason drapes around Tim's shoulders five minutes into their walk nearly makes him roll his eyes.

He channels his reaction into a girlish giggle instead, then has to swallow a more sincere laugh when he sees how the high-pitched sound nearly cracks Jason's mask.

"You're soooo chivalrous," Tim says, unable to resist pushing that little bit further. His Valley girl impersonation puts a twitch in Jason's eye every time. "Like, swoon."

Jason wraps an arm around Tim's waist--probably solely to disguise the sharp pinch he delivers to Tim's side--and smiles down at him.

"You deserve it, baby," he says, in the same smarmy tone he's been using all night.

It makes Tim want to punch him, a reaction he's sure Jason's eliciting on purpose--after all, he's been doing the same thing with his own Valley girl impersonation.

...It's possible he and Jason aren't taking this mission as seriously as they should be.

Oh well.

In retaliation for the pinch, Tim fakes a stumble over a crack in the sidewalk and drives his elbow into Jason's gut, earning a faint oof he wants to smile over.

Instead, he puts his hands to his face in exaggerated dismay.

"Oh, I'm so clumsy," he says mournfully. "It's so embarrassing..."

Jason brushes his hair (or rather, his wig) out of his face and twists his ear painfully in the process; Tim applies his stiletto heel to the toe of Jason's left shoe.

"You're not clumsy, baby, it's just those shoes," Jason says, voice a little tight--with pain or annoyance? Tim can't tell. "You want me to go get the car?"

"No, no," Tim says, "it's such a nice night--just look at those stars!"

He tips his head back and gazes dreamily at the sky which, being in Gotham, shows not a single star.

"They're so beautiful," he says happily.

"Not as beautiful as you," Jason says, with such smarmy passion that Tim barely remembers to hide the laugh he can't help behind a cough.

"Oh, pookie bear," he says--

--and finally, Jason breaks.

He lets go of Tim's waist to brace his hands against his knees as he cackles, choking out "fucking hell" and "pookie" as he struggles to catch his breath.

Tim just smiles and enjoys the victory.

"Okay," Jason says once he catches his breath, "holy shit, you win. How the fuck did you say that with a straight face?"

"Practice," Tim says dryly. "You play the tough guy too often. You should branch out more, broaden your range. Then you won't be so easy to shake."

Jason gives him a flat look and, straightening to his full height, spreads his arms in a silent invitation to look at him. Admittedly, Jason's height and bulk do make him less than ideal for the kinds of covers Tim prefers.

Tim was bullshitting anyway--Jason might default to tough guy, but he's entirely capable of more versatile covers. And he really wasn't that easy to shake; Tim was kind of expecting to break him when he showed up in a dress, stilettos, and wig without warning. Instead, he lasted all through dinner and a ways into their walk.

"Okay, you lasted a lot longer than I expected," he admits.

Jason smirks. "Admit it, I almost got you at dinner."

It's true that Tim came extremely close to breaking when Jason spoke over and ordered for him at the restaurant. Tim actually didn't get to say a single word to their waitress--not even thank you.

"You almost got a plate dumped in your lap," he corrects. Now that they've given up the covers, he shrugs out of Jason's jacket and hands it back. "I could see Ashley thinking about it every time you cut me off."

"Yeah, that was a close one," Jason agrees. "I doubled my usual tip in thanks for her restraint."

Tim nods in approval. "But yeah, admittedly I was not expecting you to go the--"

"Hello?" Dick's voice breaks in, thick with annoyance and a little too loud over the comms. "Did you guys forget that you have a job to do? This does not sound like an undercover conversation!"

Tim and Jason trade eyerolls.

"Good catch, Dickiebird," Jason says. "We are not in fact undercover."

"Excuse me?"

"Dick," Tim says with extreme patience, "Damian is a trained vigilante. He absolutely does not need us as backup on his first date."

Dick gasps in offense. "We agreed--"

"No, we agreed," Jason corrects.

"Yeah, we agreed your mother-henning was out of control," Tim says. "We tipped off Damian last night so he could change his reservation."

"And got Babs to find something to distract you with so you couldn't come follow him yourself," Jason adds.

Dick splutters.

"Take a deep breath," Tim suggests.

"Chill the fuck out," is Jason's less gentle contribution. "Anyway, we're done for the night. You should call it, too--maybe work on remembering the kid is sixteen and not six."

"Harsh but fair," Tim agrees thoughtfully. "Night, Dick!"

Dick is still spluttering when Tim pulls out his comm.

"How much do I owe you for dinner?" he asks Jason.

Jason shrugs and slings his jacket over one shoulder. "Buy me ice cream, we'll call it even."

"Deal," Tim says.

Because he, unlike Damian, is no longer a teenager, he doesn't ask if going for ice cream constitutes a real date.

He can't stop himself from wondering, though.

Happy early birthday, anon!!! In celebration, this got very long lmao. Prompt #8 was two characters on a nighttime stroll! I hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi uh.. wanna drop a request

Can you write about a depressed hero who has been sh a lot and really is not far from ending it only for the villain to discover this when they fight and take care of little hero ?

Its a lil personal request, I've been dealing with a lot lately and just .. yeah these bring me some comfort to read, I hope it's okay with you to write, if not always respectful. Take your time, I hope you're having a nice, chill day/night

Much love to you 🪅

tw: sh

For hours, the hero had been quiet now. They were sitting on the bed of the villain’s guest room and looked out of the window every now and then, picked at their skin frequently or just worried their lip between their teeth.

At first, the villain had decided to give them some space, just to give them the chance to get used to the huge apartment that was incomparable to the hero’s. But now, the villain was impatient as anxiety filled them up. They made tea again, knowing the hero would refuse anyway but at least it was an excuse to talk to them.

Talking was…difficult for the villain. They’d been raised to be an assassin. To keep their mouth shut and follow orders like a servant. So, expressing whatever they were feeling was often challenging. They rather made the bed for the hero, cooked for them or gave them gifts. They rather did something than talk.

“Tea?” the villain asked gently, a mug in each hand and pushing the door open with their elbow. They looked into the room curiously, eyeing the hero.

“Oh…” The hero turned around. “Oh, thank you. That’s very kind, you shouldn’t have…”

Before the hero could finish the sentence with “no, thank you,” they walked over to the bed, sat down and gave the hero the hot drink. For a few minutes, they both were silent but the villain tried desperately to find a topic to talk about.

“The bed is okay?”

The hero tore their gaze off the little park that was outside the house.

“Pardon?” they asked, tired yet polite.

“Are you comfortable here?”

Now, the hero smiled.

“Very much, thank you.” They put the mug down on the nightstand but the villain could see the slight shaking in the hero’s hands.

“You’re safe here.” The villain wanted to clarify that. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“Why not?”

The villain didn’t know what to say, couldn’t find the right words. But they saw the scars on the hero’s forearms, saw the wounds they had inflicted on themselves. Undoubtedly, the hero noticed that too.

“Can I touch them?” It was a thought that had just occurred. The villain got reminded of the many scars on their own body.

The hero’s eyes widened.

“No one has ever asked me that before,” they said.

“Can I?” the villain asked again. They put their mug right next to the hero’s.

“Yes.” The hero’s voice was thin but they also pushed up their sleeve. Some scars were older, some were fresh. Without thinking too much, or better, without thinking, the villain’s finger traced a line down the hero’s forearm.

“Fascinating,” they said. “Our body takes care of us.”

The villain lifted their own shirt to reveal a stomach that was full of scars, one particularly nasty one was right above their hip. The skin was so thin that the muscles were showing.

“Got that one from a mace.” They let their shirt fall back into place.

“You’re very different from what I expected you to be,” the hero confessed. “I thought you were this ruthless killer who is heartless.”

“I am,” the villain said.

“You’re not,” the hero answered. “God, you’re definitely not.”

The villain had no clue what that meant. But they saw the hero’s eyes and their behaviour. Sure, they tried to hide it with a fake smile for the cameras. But the villain knew that wasn’t real.

“You deserve to be here,” the villain said.

“Oh…well, thank you for having me.”

“No,” the villain said. They looked the hero directly in the eyes. “I meant, you deserve to be in this world. You deserve to live.”

The hero broke the eye contact and looked down at their own hands. Silence.

“You live for others so lovingly. Patiently waiting until they need you and sacrificing so much,” the villain said. “I wish I could tell you how much I admire you. And I wish you could believe me when I tell you that you are loved.”

The hero was still silent.

“Can I take care of them?” the villain asked and to their surprise, the hero nodded.

After the villain bandaged everything, they went to bed but it didn’t take long for the hero to knock on the villain’s door, asking if they could sleep in the villain’s bed too.

Obviously, the villain agreed and held their hand the whole night.

[silvernyxchariot]

In what moment did you fall in love with your F/O (romantic)? Or when did you realize you love your F/O?

Tag someone. Or not. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[jizzlords]

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

– BASICS.

♡ NAME: helvetica

♡ PRONOUNS: he/him

♡  SEXUALITY: lesbian™

♡  TAKEN OR SINGLE: ✌🏾

– THREE FACTS.

♡ i've had approximately two (2) individuals pay me more than once because they liked my writing. ( 〃 ．．) it wasn't on this site. but it was fairly recent. and i'm always dumbfounded looking back at it. ♡ i've aspired to be an animator. idk how possible that is now, dark ages for artists. but i'll try. i'd like to be strong enough to pursue digital artistry. at least. this is where the cool artist friends i've met here and knew for a while come in. ♡ i think a lot of you are super fuggin cool. and are really inspirational and comedic. idk how possible it is to know everyone but i'd love to.

– EXPERIENCE.

♡   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 10-11 years on this site. i'm prone to sticking to muses for maybe a year to 4-5 years, it depends. :}

♡   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: facebook, chatango, tumblr, discord.

♡   BEST EXPERIENCE: i really like tumblr's way of rp and connecting. faulty platform aside, i've met a lot of memorable people. i have some on my twitter even though we don't write anymore, i still love seeing them. and i am fortunate enough to run into old friends again on here. sometimes we even run into the same fandom without realizing.

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

♡   FEMALE OR MALE: males ... it's usually the funky ones i'm stuck with. or the beautifully intimidating ones.

♡  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: hopeless romantic. but i like all 3. since one of you said all 3 make a good story in a thread, i haven't looked at this question the same.... it's true... it makes a nice balance.

♡   PLOTS OR MEMES: both. i rely on neither but i'll partake in both. if my partner has a preference, i'll work with it. easier for me lol.

♡   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: a fine medium. it'll progress as replies keep going. pls don't make them too short, it leaves me reaching :{ and frying my own brain lol.

♡   BEST TIME TO WRITE: when i go back to work, nights (dead late nights). but now, it flows steadily.

♡ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): yea. lol. :} natural big-hearted whores.

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[byanyan]

disclaimer: byan will lie to literally everyone, no matter what your relationship with them is.

[thundcrstruck]

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Arms folded fluently over massive muscles, body rigid and still. Dark Blue oceans taking in every movement and reaction that the male made. Studying his facial features, as blonde locks spilled across his shoulder, to frame his chiseled cheek. As he tilted his head slightly to the right. Expression blank of any emotions, as THE GOD OF THUNDER studied the male before him. Held captive within a glass wall, surrounded by electricity. Meant to keep someone from escaping, but it didn't have as much electricity within it as THOR held within his own body. Besides, Thor wasn't so sure S.H.I.E.L.D knew what they were doing, to be honest. Loki was able to get out, with no problem.

So he wasn't so sure Chris was going to be held within this prison of glass so easily. Especially since Rosemary had told them all the info about him and what he was capable of. So, The Blonde God took it upon himself to stay here with the male. Thor had been the one to of capture him and bring him in. And upon capturing him he had asked something, that stuck with the Asgardian. He seemed troubled, taken advantage of. It wasn't really clear that Christopher wasn't being forced to act in the way someone else wanted him too. Could they change him, break him free from whatever brainwashing has been done upon him.

If so, it wouldn't so easy, and sure as fuck wouldn't happen over night. It may take weeks or even months, before that could ever happen. They'd have to work with him day and night, and someone would have to switch out with THE GOD OF THUNDER because he didn't want to sit in here for weeks or months at a time. He did have his own realm to protect , and duties to uphold. Let alone his girlfriend, he would like to spend time with and see.

❝ What has been taken from You? Can you tell me, Chris? Cause you shouldn't have to let anything go. But I can't help you if I don't know your story. ❞

[chasingrainbcws]

man y'all really comin' after her in my inbox ---

[ahogechef]

[ no-words-needed hug ] a hug given when no more words are needed and they just want to be close to one another @girlishwhiimsy YURIIIIIII!!!! 🎊🎊🎊✨✨✨✨🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉✨🎊🎊

{Different Ways to Hug Someone }

@girlishwhiimsy !!!

After their fun little dinner date at their favorite yakiniku joint, the girls didn't want to return back to their dorms just yet. The night was still young, and the weather was perfect. So, they took a nice stroll through the downtown streets, excitedly chatting away about anything...

They would eventually come across this gazebo, that gives one a nice view of the nearby beach, and the surrounding city streets. Thankfully no one else was here, so they would have this nice little spot, all to themselves... "Ahhh, tonight was so fun! The yakiniku was delicious as always~ And this view...! Honestly, I don't think I ever really took the time to just sit in here... I would always pass it when making trips around this area, but wow... the view of the shore, with the ambience of the city.. it's really peaceful, and pretty...."

It really goes the things one could miss, if you don't stop to look around once in a while. For a moment, she silently took in this atmosphere with Ayumi.. until she softly gasped in surprise when feeling her girlfriend silently wrap her arms around her in a hug. The smile on her face brightens, and immediately, she's wrapping her own arms around Ayumi to pull her even closer against her.

"Mi-chan...."

She hums, gazing lovingly at the girl before she plants soft kisses to her face and lips. Then, she nuzzles against her, giving her a soft squeeze in the hold. Yes... she preferred them relaxing together like this much better: so close together, in each other's arms... The rarer moments where both girls didn't need to be happily yapping away to have fun. Even in this silence, it was comfy, peaceful: one of the many kinds of fun she could have with her. It made the sounds of the city, the calm waves nearby, feel all the more relaxing to hear, while enjoying her girlfriend's warmth all the same...

[nichoswag]

could you do prompt #17 with jo from &team?

couch . asakura jo

prompt: "don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents."

pairing: bf!jo x gn reader

warnings: kissing, a bit of making out, neck kisses, mentions of hickeys, wandering hands but nothing really sexual, cursing

song rec: ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted! enjoy ♡

you and your boyfriend are watching a movie in the living room at your house. you're cuddled up into his side while he holds you with one arm, fully focused on the movie.

as you admire jo's face, a voice interrupts you. "well hey there, lovebirds," your mom calls from the doorway. "honey, i'm headed to the store. need anything?"

you blush at her catching you in a vulnerable moment and shake your head no.

"alrighty then. don't do anything stupid."

jo watches as your mom walks out the door and then turns to you with a mischievous grin, leaning into you. "your mom's gone for at least an hour and your dad's at work? right?"

you nod, not understanding what he's getting at.

he leans in closer, nearly on top of you now. "so we're all alone...?"

"oh." you finally understand, now donning a grin of your own. "wanna make out?"

a few moments later you're being pressed into the couch by your boyfriend's larger body. his lips are moving in sync with yours in a heated kiss, his hands roaming your sides but stopping at your hips.

you both pull away to breathe and he moves down a bit to access your neck. he begins pressing feather-light kisses along your collarbone, and then you feel his teeth sink in.

he has to physically hold you down so you'll stop squirming as he bites and sucks little patches along your neck and collarbone.

"jo- don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents." you squirm your upper body more as he holds you down by your shoulders. he hums in acknowledgement against your skin.

you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him back up to connect your lips with his again. he cups your face gently and deepens the kiss.

just as you're about to return the favor and kiss his neck, you hear the door open. you pull him down onto you.

"pretend you're sleeping," you whisper frantically.

"i forgot my phone-" your mother cuts off as she sees your state, but she doesn't comment on how odd it is that you've both fallen asleep after just being awake a few minutes ago. you hear a quiet "aw" and the snap of a cell phone camera before the door closes again.

jo opens his eyes and winks at you.

you slap his chest and he flinches. "we almost got caught, you menace."

"oh, you know you enjoyed that. stop complaining."

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[evanpeterswifeyyy]

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers<3

Yaaayy!!! Jackie!!! ☺️☺️🖤

1. Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

2. The Subway - Chappell Roan

3. I Know It’s Over - The Smiths

4. How Soon Is Now - The Smiths

5. Something Lacking - Capcom Sound Team

[nobodywritingao3]

This is your brain on drider!Wilbur 🍳

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/╲⁠/⁠\⁠╭⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)⁠╮⁠/⁠\⁠╱⁠\

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I want to finish the one shot but I'm not really sure when ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

The reception to the story has been a lot more positive than I thought it would be & I'm glad people on this app are similarly enchanted by drider boy

The finished version is probably gonna be LonGh one shot (4-6k ???? Don't hold me to that) & I'll need to devote proper time

Nodody greatly underestimated the power of drider!Wilbur

Will get through a few more writing prompts before I finish this one cuz they're coming in quick and I am Meek and Afraid but like vore so much

@i-am-beckyu

[softslust]

{ ♡ } @revengefit sent " [ DANCE ] " for blaise & carson ! / meme .

carson laughs a little when blaise pulls him into his arms , cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he wraps his arms around his middle - just leaning against him . " what are we doing ? " he questions softly , resting his head against blaise's as he closes his eyes for a moment . spending moments like this with him were some of his favourites .

[slytherinshua]

FUCK BEING AN ANON I'LL OPENLY SIMP FOR JAEHYUN!!!!!!!!

REALLL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

we went from handsome to pookie to HAWT AS HELL chat save me

[thundcrstruck]

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Brows creased in irritation, jaw set taught! Bright blue hues cut over toward the female. He didn't understand why she was so angry with him half of the time. He didn't do anything to her, but exist. When she first showed up to the compound, he had taken notice of her. He had never seen anyone like her before, she was different. And he liked that about her, she didn't take Tony's crap. In fact she cut him off at the start, when he started shooting off at the mouth.

It had even made him chuckle out loud, cause no female had ever stood up to him like that before. Even Stark had taken notice and was impressed, but still felt like he had been shot in the gut. Only thing that could have put a bad taste in her mouth was, him telling her that she was so scary for being so tiny. But how could that have made her distasteful toward him. Tiny people usually weren't so, scary. But he had been learning that how he viewed things in Asgard was wrong in Midgard.

But he wasn't going to beat himself up over it. He'd find a way to make things better, somehow soon. But for now, he had to make due with the angry little female. The thought caused a smirk to crawl across his features. Tugging at the corner of his mouth. They were told be THE CAP to go to the north end of the district, and set up a perimeter and wait.

They had to wait for the enemy to pass through, and when they did, he was to rev up Mjolnir and smash them hard enough that they got flung in the air where Stark would be waiting to do his part. But before he would hit them with his hammer, she was to do whatever it was she did.

He still didn't know what her powers were yet, or her skill set. Course, every time they were in battle. They'd been separated from one another. So, today he would get to see her in action. He'd been to deep in thought over why she hated him, and what her power was. That he hadn't even acknowledged her yet. She wasn't going to handle being ignored very well. And honestly, he didn't really blame her much. He hated being ignored as well, especially when it was someone that was supposed to be listening to him.

❝ You didn't ask, no. Cause we were told to come down here together, Ms. Smarty . what do you Midgardians say. Smarty, legs. pegs, WHATEVER. You know what I mean. ❞

[byanyan]

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send 📁 for a small and random byan headcanonㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤthey've crafted and sewn slim pockets inside the sleeves of some of their sweaters and jackets in which to hide knives for emergency situations. ...and also to look cool when they pull a weapon from seemingly nowhere, but. mostly for the emergency thing.

ㅤtried to make friends with some of the crows in the area when they were around 7. the goal was to create a crow army to send after the kids at school who were mean to them, though this obviously never worked out. they did succeed in becoming quite friendly with some of the birds though, and ended up with a couple who would sometimes eat out of their hands and occasionally even brought them some shiny gifts. over time, they were given several bottle caps and tabs from the tops of drink cans, a few shards of glass, and even a quarter once. unfortunately, while byan did try to save these gifts, they were thrown in the trash one day while they were at school when their collection of strange little items that they kept under their bed was found by their foster mother at the time. they never forgave her for that one.

ㅤstarted learning japanese on their own at around the age of 10. the inspiration came from watching anime, naturally, but more significantly from their frustration with watching subbed anime. despising subtitles because they're distracting, because they have to pause and sometimes even rewind to read every few seconds, and because reading in itself is something they find incredibly frustrating, as well as preferring the voice acting of the original to dubs, they took it upon themself to simply learn the language. ...or, try. while they did pick things up quite quickly, helped along by the sentence structure being similar to that of korean, and they got to a point where they could carry a decent, if simple, conversation... they did ultimately give up, and it was all because of kanji. learning the hiragana and katakana alphabets was a breeze, but having to memorize thousands of individual and much more complex kanji characters was too much for them — they got overwhelmed and subsequently frustrated and ended up quitting their studying entirely.