#⋆⭒˚｡⋆ b&n friends ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

[technofeudalism]

if you download this zip file at the internet archive, there is an .exe inside that when ran, contains the following Cartoon Network flash games. i verified this myself:

-The First Row- Ben 10 Critical Impact Ben 10 Krakken Attack Boomerang Bugs Bunny Toonamajig Boomerang Flinstones Runaround Fred Boomerang Gazoo's Guessing Gizmo Boomerang Marvin Snapshot Boomerang Memory Tooner Camp Lazlo Jumping Jelly Beans -The Second Row- Camp Lazlo Paintcan Panic Dexter Clone-A-Doodle Doo Dexter Runaway Robot Dexter Snapshot Ed Edd and Eddy Spin Stadium Ed Edd and Eddys Candy Machine Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends Wheeeee! Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends Wilts Wash N Swoosh -The Third Row- Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi Dish it Out Johny Bravo Whuzzat KND Flight of The Hamsters KND Numbuh Generator KND Operation S.T.A.R.T.U.P KND Operation S.T.A.T KND Operation Tommy KND Tommy Trouble -The Fourth Row- My Gym Partners a Monkey Front Page Nuisance PowerPuff Girls Meat The Mayor PowerPuff Girls Snapshoot PowerPuff Girls Zom-B-Gone! Robot Boy - Tommy Takeaway Robot Boy Depth Charger Samurai Jack Code of The Samurai Scooby Doo and The Creepy Castle -The Fifth Row- Scooby Doo Swami Shaggy Scooby Snapshoot The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Grims Downfall The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy The Fright Before Christmas The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Zap To It Tom and Jerry Refriger - Riders Tom and Jerry Toms Trap-o-Matic

at the Flashpoint Archive, more than 200k additional games and flash animations have been archived as well. you can visit it here:

Flashpoint Archive is a community effort to preserve games and animations from the web. Internet history and culture is important, and the web is evolving at such a rapid pace that what might be commonplace today could be obsolete tomorrow. This project is dedicated to preserving as many experiences from these platforms as possible, so that they aren't lost to time. Since December 2017, over 200,000 games and animations have been preserved across more than a hundred browser plugins and web technologies. In addition to our preservation efforts, we also provide a highly flexible software package for reliable navigation and playback of preserved content. Among the software that powers Flashpoint is a fully-featured launcher that acts as a frontend for the collection, a proxy that tricks games into thinking they're running on the live web, and a sandbox that allows for secure playback of plugin-enabled content - all of which are open-source software.

enjoy the internet as it used to be and start archiving stuff being made today so we can hopefully enjoy it in another 20 years.

you used to be able to play games on cartoonnetwork.com . . . now every company's website wants to give you spyware and spread corporate propaganda but I REMEMBER when you could play a BEN 10 adventure game in-browser without so much as giving away your e-mail. people's heads should be on pikes for this

[hunzzzzz]

OBX TWEETS: part 9

A/N: Sorry for the wait!!! I got too in my head about the plot😭 but I realized it's never that deep and I'm back now. Decided to add a little bit of writing because there's no way to thicken the plot without it. Lmk if you guys like a bit of writing here and there or prefer the social media pics only.

💙🦋🐟🔵🚙🐬🧢🧞‍♂️🥏🐳🦕🪣🩵🚹🪁🫐🌐🐋🫂

You had been dancing all night, a dangerous cocktail of tequila, wine, fireball, and vodka Red Bulls battling it out in your bloodstream. It felt like a frantic race to oblivion, anything to outrun the quiet ache in your chest. And after that first shot at the club, the memories became fractured, skipping like a broken record. That was the joy, and the damn problem, with being friends with Danny the bartender; free shots flowed like apologies you didn't deserve. You’d long since lost count, each one a tiny hammer blow against the wall of grief you refused to acknowledge. Empty stomach? Who had time for food when there were feelings to drown?

You were swaying precariously, the bass thrumming up through the floor and into your skull, your neck struggling to keep your head upright under the strobe lights. Your friends…gone? Had they ditched you, or were you fleeing their concerned faces, their whispers of "home"? It was all a blurry, swirling mess.

Then, calloused hands clamped onto your shoulders. Large, heavy. You blinked, trying to focus through the kaleidoscope vision, and slowly, like a Polaroid developing, Rafe's buzzcut came into view under the pulsing red lights.

"What the?" You mumbled, the word slurring like thick syrup. Lurching onto your tiptoes, you reached out, drawn to the familiar texture of his scalp, running your fingers through the short, prickly hair. "Ewww," you recoiled with a dramatic shudder, pulling back your hand and wiping it on your already stained shirt. "Hedgehog. Definitely a hedgehog."

"Enjoying the… wildlife exhibition?" Rafe’s voice was dry, laced with an edge of something you couldn't quite place. He held your shoulders steady, a solid anchor in your swaying world, his eyes narrowed, assessing. God, he looked good.

"Was," you declared dramatically, placing your hands on his chest, intending to shove him away, to re-establish the distance, the feud. But your arms felt like lead, and instead of pushing, your palms simply rested against the firm muscle, seeking a strange kind of… support. "Until you crashed the party."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, that cocky, infuriating smirk. "You invited me, remember?" He glided his tongue over his teeth, a gesture you usually found intensely irritating, but tonight… tonight it was just… Rafe.

"Did I?" A giggle bubbled up, escaping in a rush of air. You doubled over, laughter turning into a hiccup, burying your face in the solid wall of his shoulder. You had no recollection of what you had been posting on your story all night, let alone what you had been texting people.

"Uh-huh," Rafe rumbled, his hand moving from your shoulder to your back, surprisingly gentle as he pulled you upright, enough to get a better look at your face. He leaned down, his face invading your blurry personal space. "How much you drink tonight?"

"Oh! Oh! Shots! Let's get shots!" You bounced on the balls of your feet, grabbing his hand, tugging him towards the bar, the urgent need for more alcohol overriding everything.

Rafe hesitated, glancing towards the bar, then back at you, his brow furrowed. What the fuck indeed, he thought, watching you tug him forward with the unsteady enthusiasm of a toddler heading for a candy store.

Usually, seeing you at a party meant bracing for impact – the ‘accidental’ drink spillage, the sharp-tongued insults, the constant game of one-upmanship. He remembered the bonfire, the icy plunge of his new sneakers in the lake, your delighted laughter echoing across the water… God, you were infuriating.

But tonight… tonight was different. The game had changed. You weren't playing, you were… unraveling.

You were dealing with your own shit. Shit that had been piling up for weeks, months maybe. Felt like a tidal wave about to crash. Your eating disorder was back, teeth bared and snarling, a familiar monster you thought you'd caged years ago. It was a sick comfort in a way, the control, the emptiness. Lately, your diet consisted of energy drinks and black coffee – fuel for a machine that was running on fumes. Someone on twitter said smoking weed would help with appetite. Idiot. All it did was make you nauseous and guarantee whatever pathetic bite you managed to choke down came right back up, whether you did it consciously or subconsciously, you weren’t sure.

And then there was your Mom. Always. Psych ward threats were her go-to move whenever you dared to be anything less than perfectly happy and functional. 'Get better for me,' she’d whine, tears welling up, all about how she couldn’t stand to see you like this, how as a mother, you were just killing her. It was never about you, never about what you were feeling, never about actually helping. She wanted you fixed, fast, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the mess of you. So she wouldn’t have to confront whatever it was in herself that made your pain so unbearable for her to witness.

Then Ms. Johnson died. Ms. Johnson from the bakery. More than just a coworker, really. She’d become… something else. Almost like a stand-in mom, if you dared to admit it to yourself. Over the past year, scooping dough and chatting about everything and nothing, you’d gotten close. Unexpectedly, shockingly close. You'd even gone to her place, played with her grandkids. Little sticky fingers, bright smiles… And now… gone. Just… gone.

But dissecting your feelings and dealing with the grief? No fucking way. Not happening. Instead, you did what you always did best: avoid. Deflect. Bury it all under layers and layers of noise and nonsense instead of talking about it. And tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. Because feeling? Feeling was for pussies.

Rafe let you pull him a few steps, then planted his feet, a solid wall against your drunken momentum. "Hold up, shot queen."

He steered you towards the bar, yes, but positioned himself between you and it, effectively blocking your path to Danny and his arsenal of liquor. He signaled Danny, catching his eye and subtly shaking his head. Danny, bless him, seemed to understand, nodding almost imperceptibly. Rafe ordered a water, then turned back to you, a his face was somewhere between exasperated and… something else. Something that might almost be concern. He poured the water into a glass, handed it to you with a forcedly bright smile.

"Wha’ zis?" You sniffed at the glass suspiciously, wrinkling your nose. You swayed again, catching yourself on the bar.

"Just a simple vodka sprite," Rafe insisted. "Trust me. Drink up. Electrolytes are key, you know. Especially when you’re… pacing yourself like you are."

"Pacing…" You latched onto the word, repeating it slowly, as if it were a foreign concept. Then, eyes narrowing again, you poked him in the chest with a surprisingly steady finger. "You’re not drinking anything! Why not?" You hiccuped again, the sound wet and pathetic. Rafe’s hands instinctively went to your hips, steadying you as you wobbled dangerously close to the edge of your balance. "You just tryna… get me drunk." You declared, the accusation ringing with drunken certainty. "Hate to break it to you," another hiccup punctuated your sentence, "plan… failed."

"Right," Rafe nodded, a sardonic edge to his voice, but his eyes remained fixed on you, watching you with a strange intensity. "Totally busted. Because, you know, before I showed up, you were the picture of… sobriety."

You giggled, a soft, almost childlike sound that was utterly out of place with the smeared makeup and defiant clothing. "You want… you want…" You trailed off, chewing on your lip, searching for the word. "You want…" You pointed at him, a sudden flash of drunken insight. "You want the cookie sooo bad!" You took a large sip of the water, then another, playing with the straw, your earlier suspicion seemingly forgotten.

At some point you whipped out your phone and snapped a photo of him, posting it on your story without giving it a second thought.

"Hey, uh, where are your friends?" Rafe asked, his gaze sweeping the crowded dance floor, a genuine concern creeping into his voice. You were, undeniably, a disaster waiting to happen. He’d almost take you home himself, but he knew you’d sooner spontaneously combust than let him play knight in shining armor.

"Shhh!" You hissed, whipping around, eyes wide with mock-paranoia. "Agent Double-Oh… Drunk is undercover!" You pressed a finger to his lips, smushing them together. "Hiding. From… them."

"Why are you hiding from your friends?"

"’Cause…" You swayed again, leaning into him for balance. "’Cause they wanna send me home!" You wailed the last words, drawing them out dramatically, as if it were the ultimate betrayal.

"Right," Rafe nodded slowly, his gaze drifting to the bouncer who was indeed now eyeing your increasingly erratic behavior with open suspicion. When the water glass slipped from your grasp, shattering on the polished floor with a sharp crack, Rafe knew. Curtain call.

"Okay," he said decisively, turning you firmly, keeping his hands anchored on your hips. "Operation… Fresh Air. Let's go outside, yeah?" He propelled you forward, guiding you away from the bar, your body leaning back against his, trusting, for once, in his lead.

"Eeesh, fuck it's cold!" You shivered the moment you stepped outside, hugging yourself tight, your teeth starting to chatter.

"Where's your jacket?" Rafe asked, exasperation creeping back in, but it was tinged with a different flavor now, something closer to… weary protectiveness.

"Jacket?" You blinked at him, as if the word itself was unfamiliar. "Didn’t bring one."

"Why. Not." Rafe asked, the words clipped, but laced with a resignation he hadn't anticipated feeling.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, though the gesture was undermined by your wobbly stance. "'Becuz. Didn’t. Go. With. My. Fit'," you enunciated each word carefully, as if speaking to a particularly dense toddler. It was, clearly, the most obvious, self-explanatory thing in the universe.

Then he sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire night. "Okay. Just a little further down. My car's right around the corner." He tightened his hold on your hips, guiding you forward again, away from the pulsing music and into the relative quiet of the night.

"Why… car?" You leaned your head back again, your breath warm against his neck.

"Because…" Rafe hesitated, thinking fast. Lying felt… surprisingly natural at this point. "Because… it's… uh… it's got, like, extra warmth in there. Heated seats. You know." He tested the lie, wincing internally at how lame it sounded, but you, blessedly, bought it without a flicker of suspicion. You just nodded, humming softly, content in his grip.

He opened the passenger side door of his jeep, like some overly polite chauffeur all of a sudden, and basically shoved you inside, clicking the seatbelt shut like you were a toddler escaping a stroller.

“Seat warmer…” you breathed out, sinking back into the plush leather like it was a cloud made of marshmallows and sunshine. “Soooo good. It’s a hot water bottle for my ass. Genius invention, seat warmers. World peace could be achieved with universal seat warmers.”

“Yeah?” Rafe mumbled, glancing over like you’d just announced you’d won the lottery or something equally amazing.

“Yeahhh.” You stretched out your legs, letting the heat radiate up. “It’s like… a massage. But, like, a warm one.” You started wriggling around, just to really get the full effect. “On your thighs, and… oh god…” you moaned dramatically, for added effect, “and your ass.” It was basically heaven in car seat form. “It’s like… warm heavenly hands,” you elaborated, because he clearly wasn’t grasping the sheer bliss, “just… melting you away.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Rafe’s shoulders shaking. Stifling a laugh. Rude. He was laughing at your profound seat warmer experience? Normally, sober you would’ve launched into a tirade about his lack of appreciation for the finer things in life, accused him of kidnapping, maybe even thrown an elbow for good measure. But drunk you? Drunk you just… melted. Pliant. In his car. Babbling about butt massages.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, head lolling back against the headrest, turning to him with what you were pretty sure were impressively half-lidded, come-hither eyes. Probably just looked cross-eyed, let’s be real. “Let's hear the joke then, comedian.”

“Nothing,” he chuckled, shaking his head again, but this time there was a definite grin playing around his mouth. He was definitely laughing at you. Bastard.

“I wanna laugh too!” you protested. “I can’t always entertain, you know! I need a night off!” You groaned. “It’s exhausting being the funny friend! Justice for the funny friend, I tell you! We have rights too, you know!” You might’ve punched the dashboard lightly for emphasis. “Sometimes,” you confided in a stage whisper, “sometimes I wanna say, like… sad shit, but it goes completely against my whole… mysterious aura.” It was a burden, really.

“What are you sad about?” He actually asked, his voice softer now, the amusement still there, but… something else too? Curiosity maybe?

“Just… life, man.” You muttered, turning to stare out the window at the blurry streetlights rushing by. Deep, profound statement right there. Life. So sad. So… life-y.

Before he could say another word, sober or otherwise, your brilliant brain had an idea. A fantastic idea. Window down! Wind! Yes! Like a dog! Except, like, a chic, stylish dog, in a jeep. Before Rafe’s slow, human brain could even process what was happening, you were cranking down the window, jamming the button with drunken enthusiasm, and sticking your face out. Wind. Glorious, cold, rushing wind. It whipped through your hair, like a wild, free spirit, and because why not, you opened your mouth, letting the wind puff out your cheeks like a squirrel stuffing nuts. This was living!

“Hey! Hey! Get back inside, you maniac!” Rafe yelled, suddenly all panicked dad-mode. He yanked the steering wheel with one hand, swerving slightly – oops, sorry pedestrians – and then, like lightning, his other hand shot out, grabbing your shoulder and yanking you back inside. Window up! Safety first, apparently. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed out, all exasperated and… something else? Actually worried? Nah, couldn't be.

“You’re no fun,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest in a dramatic display of wounded dignity. “You’re cramping my style.”

“You’re more unhinged than usual tonight, even for you,” he grumbled, his jaw ticking, a muscle jumping in his cheek. Definitely panicked-dad vibes. “You good? Like, actually?”

“Nah, man.” You shook your head with exaggerated solemnity, because dramatic head shaking was key to conveying true emotion. “We not doing this.”

Rafe looked at you, eyebrows raised, head tilted, classic ‘question mark’ expression. Waiting for you to… elaborate? Explain? As if.

“We not having a heart-to-heart about our… shit,” you clarified. “My shit is my shit. It’s for my eyes only. Classified. Top secret. Need-to-know basis only. And you, sir,” you pointed at him, swaying slightly, “do not need to know.” Solid logic, right there. Drunk logic was the best logic.

“Is that why you got wasted tonight? Because of your top secret shit.” he asked after a beat, his voice softer now, thoughtful. Actually thoughtful? Rafe? Who knew.

But before your brain could engage the ‘deflect and deny’ protocols, your mouth, traitorous drunk mouth, was already spilling. “Ms. J, man…” You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a weird mix of bubbly and… not bubbly. Sad bubbly? “She was a real one.” You bumped your fist against your chest twice, BAM BAM, and then pointed a finger upwards, gesturing heaven-ward. “Taken from us… too soon.” Tears might’ve even welled up a little. Damn seat warmer was making you emotional now.

Rafe actually clicked his tongue. Clicked it! In… understanding? What was happening? “So, this was… a goodbye party, in a way?” he said, slowly, like he was piecing together some complex puzzle, “A… tribute?”

“You just get it,” you breathed out, blinking rapidly to dispel any actual tears. Nope, no crying tonight. Just… tribute-ing. You smiled, a wobbly, watery smile, and lightly bumped your fist against his arm. He got it. Rafe. Actually got it. Maybe seat warmers could bring world peace. Or at least, some kind of… understanding. Between you and Rafe. Who knew? Tonight was weird. But, like, weirdly… okay.

You started feeling a bit…off. Wheezy. Yeah, wheezy was the word. And definitely pale. Looking in the reflection of the passenger window, you resembled a ghost who’d just seen a ghost. Rafe, surprisingly observant for a buzzcut-wearing jock, actually noticed. He pulled into some brightly lit gas station, the kind that smelled vaguely of stale coffee and desperation, and announced, “Water. You need water.” Like he was a doctor prescribing life-saving medicine.

While Mr. Doctor was off playing Florence Nightingale, you, naturally, pulled out your phone. Duty called. The duty to tweet incoherent thoughts to the vast expanse of the internet. Honestly, someone should have staged an intervention for your phone tonight. The tweets were… abstract. Philosophical. Probably mostly misspelled.

Rafe, bless his cotton socks, actually returned relatively quickly, brandishing a plastic bottle of water like he’d wrestled it from a dragon. He handed it over, and you immediately wrestled with the lid. Stupid tiny lids. World problems, really. He sighed dramatically – seriously, who was the dramatic one here? – and twisted it open for you. So… helpful. So… weird.

“You’re being weird tonight,” you mumbled, taking a long, slightly slurping sip of the water. “Like, weird-weird.”

“Am I?” He actually sounded offended.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, nodding seriously. “Yeah you’re being… nice.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out the angle. Was this a trap? Was he lulling you into a false sense of security before… before what? You weren’t sure. “Like… suspiciously nice.”

“I’m always nice,” he grumbled, finally putting the car back in drive, letting the blessed AC fill the stale gas station air. “You’d see that,” he continued, in a deeply wounded tone, “if you didn’t have this… this vendetta against me.” He actually said ‘vendetta’. Dramatic much?

“Ugh, stop!” you groaned, covering your face with your hands again. The dramatics were contagious, apparently. “Just… stop it!”

“I’m not doing anything,” he protested, sounding genuinely confused now, “but taking your drunk ass home.”

“No, stop being so… so fucking…” you trailed off, pulling your hands away, squinting at him in mock-accusation. His face was a perfect picture of bewildered confusion, brow furrowed, mouth slightly open. Adorable confusion. Wait, no. Stop that thought. “You’re just begging for me to kiss you!” you declared dramatically, because clearly, that was the only explanation for this weird ‘nice’ act. “Just fucking stop because it’s. Not. Happening!” You punctuated each word with a little head wobble for extra emphasis.

For a second, Rafe just blinked, staring at you, speechless. Then, a slow, disbelieving smirk started to spread across his face. “What?” he asked, his voice low and musing, like he was turning the words over in his head, examining them for hidden meanings, “what did you just say?”

“Nothing!” you squeaked, suddenly feeling a blush creep up your neck. Damn seat warmer making you feel… flushed in more ways than one now. “Just… drive!” You waved a hand dismissively, trying to act like you hadn’t just said something completely insane and possibly revealing. Nope, nothing to see here, folks. Move along.

And surprisingly, he did comply. He actually just… drove. But that stupid, infuriating, yet undeniably… smirky smirk? Yeah, that stupid smirk didn’t leave his face. Not even a little bit. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing, the smirk-wielding jerk.

Something about his face tonight… it was different. Maybe it was the soft light from the dashboard, or maybe it was the fact that your eyes were still doing the double-vision thing, but suddenly, really suddenly, you noticed… he was actually… good-looking. Like, objectively, undeniably, good-looking. Sharp jawline, those light blue eyes that weren’t just annoyed all the time, the way his buzzcut actually framed his face… Huh. Who knew? Sober you would probably deny ever thinking such a thing, but drunk you? Drunk you was all about unfiltered truth.

That damn seat warmer. It was definitely plotting something. Seriously, who invented those things and what were their real motives? Because tonight, that seat warmer was a straight-up emotional rollercoaster, engineered for maximum chaos in your brain.

First, it was all innocent. Pure, unadulterated comfort. Like sinking into a warm bath, but for your backside. A blissful hug for your thighs and… well, you knew. It was like the seat warmer was whispering, “Relax, baby, everything’s gonna be alright.” And for a glorious few minutes, you actually believed it. World problems? Gone. Existential dread? Melted away. Just warm, soothing… comfort.

Then, BAM! The sneaky bastard switched gears. Comfort turned into emotion. Specifically, Ms. J-shaped emotion. Warmth wasn't just comfort anymore, it was… tenderness. Like Ms. J’s hugs. Like the warmth of her kitchen, filled with the scent of baking cookies. Suddenly, the seat warmer wasn’t just warming your ass, it was warming your heart. Except, heart-warming in a gut-wrenching, tear-jerking way. All those feelings you’d been burying, all that grief you’d been dodging? The seat warmer was coaxing them out, like a gentle hand unearthing buried treasure… except the treasure was sadness. Dammit, seat warmer, you were supposed to be comforting, not making you cry about cookies and lost mother figures!

And then, as if sadness wasn't enough drama for one night, the damn thing went full-on rogue. Suddenly, the warmth wasn't just comforting or emotional, it was… flushing. Specifically, face-flushing. Rafe's stupid, smirky face was suddenly right there, in your personal space, and all that seat-induced warmth just… migrated upwards. Cheeks burning, pulse quickening, suddenly noticing things like jawlines and dark eyes and the general… Rafe-ness of Rafe. Ogling? Yes, you were definitely ogling. And it was all the seat warmer’s fault! It had lulled you into a false sense of security, made you all soft and vulnerable and… and perceptive about Rafe’s… prettiness. Unacceptable!

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Allure

Part Three: Smoke (Teaser)

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: YOOOOO GUESS WHOS BACK?! BACK AGAIN 🗣️ STARS BACK, TELL A FRIEND!! listen... i know yall probably thought i abandoned this blog and my stories, but i promise i didnt. i had a HELL of a year with honestly too much crap to talk about and i took a break from everything to try and focus on myself and my family and i feel like im finally in a better place mentally to come back to posting my stories. i finally had the courage to rewrite the last chapter of Allure, and it's in the final stages right now- for now enjoy a tiny teaser <3

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: yandere, a/b/o, smut

Part One: Sunshine, Part Two: Knuckle Velvet, Soundtrack

...

That is, until he speaks. "You'll be a great leader."

"Yeah, right-"

"I'm serious."

You finally meet his gaze, and you can see the sincerity swirling in the dark brown of his eyes. "You will be a great addition to this pack. Selene knows what she's doing, doesn't she? Every member of this pack is a leader in their own right, and you're no different, Omega. By our side, you could rule the world if you wanted to..."

He cups your cheek with all the gentleness in his heart, thumb stroking your cheek bone as he continues, "you're already feeling it, aren't you? I saw the dents in your tub, no little Omega on blockers could cause damage like that." Your heart skips a beat as his hand trails down slowly, tracing his bite with the pad of his index finger. "Mind, body, soul, and wolf... I can feel you, just like I feel Joong. Can't you feel us?"

You can't believe your eyes as you see the first born Alpha tearing up, caressing your neck like you're a piece of ancient fine china that will shatter at the slightest bit of pressure.

"Can't you feel me?"

The sounds of the others become muffled to you as he rests his forehead against yours, a tender gesture that makes your wolf melt into his.

"We are what we are. Why do you fight it, Omega?"

...

[queenendless]

*°◇■¤ SHAPE OF YOU ¤■◇°*

A/n: Yeah the same English VA voiced all these dudes, and his B-Day is TODAY!

Tbh though, I wanna take a break from this one sided infatuated hellhole I dug myself into and write for other series again, that aren't dubbed with him in it. The irony of me saying that when I wrote this of all things. I ❤️ that madman though. Ah, the mess of a crush!

Pairing: Adult! Makoto, Anos, Jiji, Mash, Nagumo, Mikey, Lighter, Jinwoo, Ryoji X Fem!Adult!Reader.

CW: SPOILERS FOR ALL THE FANDOMS INVOLVED SO BE PREPARED.

Characters aged up 21+. Isekaied reader. All shows coexist in this anime world AU.

SFW and NSFW CONTENT INVOLVED. Kinda headcanons/daily life with the various tagged dudes, mushy fluffy romance with eventual brief short smut. Voice kink, lovesick/lovestruck reader, reverse harem vibes.

Getting reborn in a world choked full of anime characters would be any weeb’s greatest dream. Your inner wish finally gets granted, at last!

So many cameos, easter eggs, references serving the overstimulation you craved.

Urban dystopia, cyberpunk, fantasy, and even classic and modern day Japan structures this conglomeration that is the capital of this anime city in this anime world.

In one way or another, you yourself seek out such dashing men that all had their unique quirks and styles straight out of the gate. Even in this new life they still hold a place in your heart.

Unlike most leads in reverse harem stories, you wanted to embrace this fantasy. Your lovesick self literally gave off such an intense lovestruck aura as is. You crave that kind of affection and attention, in this life as the last.

Someway, somehow, it worked.

Your bois … them dudes … ah what a lineup.

Mash, the magicless exercise buff, secretly likes you watching him doing weight lifts with one hand and eating cream puffs with the other. While workouts with him are more casual, he still appreciates you wanting to bond over it, inspiring him to do his push ups and sit ups with you kissing him when his face gets close enough as his motivation and reward. That and sharing slash feeding each other cream puffs together whenever you get the chance.

“You don't have to dote on me so much. Even without magic, I will use all of my strength to keep you safe. And bake cream puffs for you every day. I'll dote on you all to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Jiji, the goofy quirky red-head that he is, despite the Evil Eye yokai of hatred using him as its vessel, slowly but surely wormed his way into your heart. The stupid jokes paired with those face expressions laced with the boundless energy he has despite the hell he's been through grew on you over time until his beaming smile got you turning to mush. Being able to wind down and relax when he started gaining control over his alternate self, taking naps with you got you being the big spoon for this cutie. Cuddles are inevitable.

“Your laugh is infectious. Getting you to smile is my daily goal. It really does make my day. Gets me smiling every single time. I never want this feeling to end. So let's have more bright filled days ahead together, Y/n~”

Lighter, the red scarfed honor bound Champion, rightfully won your heart with his protective romantic dorky self. Meeting each other through your shared friends that are legendary Proxies, you become entangled in each other's lives. Giving you rides on his motorbike went from convenient transport to enjoying the scenic drive together. Sharing some Nitro Fuel together as he quipped out some dorky puns all to make you smile. You keep him grounded in return. Kissing every single scar his past left him with, being able to let down his walls and be open with you, it all means so much.

“You can count on me to get the job done. Whatever it is, whenever you need me, I'm there. I'll fight for you until my dying breath. Hey now, don't cry. I'm not going anywhere. Not for a long time.”

Anos, the misfit that is the Demon King of Tyranny, exudes natural charm and strength that is indeed OP. Building bridges, ending divides, bringing everyone united in a new age for his descendants. So of course the strapping reincarnated man bewitched you as well. Sure he has his own group of comrades on the side – a harem in a sense from others perspective – but from his self awareness, you have an actual harem. He was amused, intrigued even, that you would see him as another potential mate, so he humored you. His parents were more than welcoming to meet a bride he wouldn't mind marrying one day. You're just that interesting to him.

“Did you really think that just because I was part of your little court, that I would be outdone by my competition? I'll be as savage as well as benevolent to my rivals. Why am I going along with it? Well … I'm enthralled by you, my lovely human.”

Nagumo, one of the strongest assassins there is, would deem crossing paths with you during a mission not as a coincidence but as fate. He felt light as a feather, walking on air, as he made small talk with you after finishing his tasks for the day, that elated smile that came with blood stains. The fact that you reciprocate his assassin lifestyle had the arrow of love striking him true, mirroring Sakamoto's reason for leaving the Order all to be with his own special someone. Introducing you to said former comrade at his convenience store came soon after.

“Getting close to me will put you at risk, no doubt. And I barely have time to see you as it is due to my job. But I'll gladly kill anyone that dares harm a hair on your pretty little head. I really like you, after all.”

Mikey, the leader of his own biker group, can be quite the handful. Being overprotective about keeping his family, blood bound and found, you were no exception. He'd do anything for you, day or night. He is as loyal as he is a kid at heart. He wears his heart on his sleeve in your honest opinion. Giving him PDA really lifts his spirits; loved fill squeezing hugs, smooching him senseless, and being a shoulder to cry on for those tough days.

“Oi. I'm grateful to you. Ya know that, right? When this city sees delinquents in a better life through the Tokyo Manji Gang, my brother's dream will finally become a reality. And I hope you'll be by my side when that happens. I can't imagine anything else worthwhile.”

Jinwoo, an E-rank hunter reawakened to become the next Shadow Monarch took the world and beyond by storm, sweeping all off their feet. Slaying magic beasts all around you to show off his growing strength and speed. Saving those that are genuinely worth it helped balance the OP aura he gave, winning your heart in his favor. Seeing his former self in you brought out his overprotectiveness, aiding in winning him over in turn. This Ruler rather carry you princess style himself than his shadow generals.

“We've both been at the bottom. But while I've been fortunate to have agency and power to lead a better life, you haven't been so lucky. If you wouldn't mind, I want to look after you. I … I care about you. Very much. I want to be there for you like you have been for me.”

Ryoji, the Appraiser of Nyx herself, could not believe it himself. He was back together with his friends, making new memories with this second chance. And he had you to thank for that. The anomaly that is many worlds meshing together to create this one has you literally radiating at its core, having him hone in on you. You're an angel in his eyes. Hence, serenading on the piano for you, affectionately swaying you over with his wise words about embracing life to the fullest, and wrapping his scarf around you for you both to share. You got Death wrapped around your finger.

“I didn't expect to be in the presence of an angel, yet here you are. Knowing you had a hand in making all this possible, allow me to thank you personally. Beneath this moon, beside this sea, will you share one dance with me?”

Makoto, the savior literally tied to Death itself, willingly gave up his life to save his world from the literal end. In this alternate life, he too had been given another chance to live a long life. And like his close friend, he gets drawn to your presence. But unlike the former, you're the affectionate one. Petting him, sharing headphones in exchange for letting him rest against you, even looking unto his big blue eyes had him blushing and ducking his head in embarrassment. This silent loner boi is not immune to your smitteness.

“You're strange. Putting yourself out there … because you like me? Sorry. I've had admirers before, but I've never wanted to ruin those friendships. So why …? Maybe Ryoji was right. You're like a kindred soul to us … to me. We've all died yet came back. All to meet one another. I've dealt with stranger things … but I don't mind. You, that is. I mean it.”

While they were all different, the similarities when it comes to their bond with you are all there.

Shaking their warm calloused hands, no other kind of handshake could ever hope to top it.

Those marvelous eyes fascinate you.

Their modest encouragement sends your heart ablaze.

The many things they do to make each day easier, comfy, worthwhile.

Their fingers rubbing sensually along your cranium down to your tense neck. Massaging the rest of your stressed sore body followed suit. Of course they'd flex for you as you return the kind act, giving their lean builds love bites and smooches in the process.

Your drained hum of thanks reaches their ears as you use their lap as your pillow. They would do the same if they're too drained to go to bed or they need your presence to cheer them up for whatever reason.

Their hand brushes through your hair strands, pushing them aside to trail along your flushed cheek, causing it to darken further because it's their touch.

Many times you fall asleep against them, whether leaning into their side or using their lap as a pillow, it always ends with them rearranging yourselves to sleep on the couch together with you on top on them or they carry you to bed and keeps you in their arms still as you cuddle amid la la land.

Their laughter, whether deep or light, is a musical score you cherish to hear much more.

Lounging together with you sitting up against his front, your legs in between his own, his arms wrapped around you, he held the console controller in your lap with his hands overlapping yours as you played whatever video games piqued both your interests.

Spotting you squeezing the life out of chibi plush doll versions of themselves always brought out their envy. But it was your comfort whenever you couldn't hug their real life counterparts due to work or any other occupying situations. But you do get the chance to see them again, cuddles and kisses come in tenfold.

Even being able to spend time with them along with their comrades and friends always ends up with you staying glued by their side.

Days turned to weeks and then months, for each passing moment you were interweaving a web of bonds that got you attached to these fine nine beings.

For they share the same voice.

God that voice …

Such versatility and tenor. So sultry, sensual, and sexy all at once. It should be a crime to sound that fine. Of course it will slide. That kind of voice times nine. Like a soul split into nine sublime forms.

Comforting words. Encouragement. Goofy impressions. The puns. Saying your name. Pet Names. Any and every word. You could never get enough.

Then there are the salacious moments.

Them whispering in your ears to utter any and all such things. Dirty, romantic, primal. Whatever suited the mood. Whichever made you both comfortable.

“Does my voice really make you come that much? Interesting~”

That exact sentence would become like a motto – a slogan perhaps – to these guys. Teasing you in that tempo and timbre all to make you melt. Never letting you live it down.

“The ways in which you talk to me~”

Your own tease earned you being pushed up against the wall, your free hand supporting you since your other hand was pinned behind your back. His free hand grasped your chin, tilting your face around all to devour you. Just one of many scenarios that play out between you and your many partners.

Your first time with each of them is equally special, ingrained into your mind and your core.

Whether decent or long, wide or thick, so much variety with every cock that stuffs up your needy pussy.

Smooth and sly or sculpted and rough are such fingers that get to touch you, trace patterns along your sensitive flesh.

To pinch and rub your pearls, leaving love bites on every inch of you to remind one another who you belong to.

Fondling and massaging your frame, suckling on your stretch marks along your fine as fuck dumpy, stuffing their fingers in both your mouths to lather up your essence, licking from your ass crack to your clit.

They all share the intoxicating crave for your addictive taste, devouring your cunt for hours on end, their faces squished between your quivering sweaty thighs, their noses buried in your pubic hair while they're sloppily making out as their dexterous fingers and skillful tongues went to work on having you come so many times.

Missionary, backshots, the mating press, against the wall, on the floor, across tables and couches, even on the roof — when there's a will there's a way.

They love replacing the pearls around your neck …

Titty fucking. Throat fucking. Ejaculating all over your sweaty sheen self. Jacking off through your thighs, your peachy hills, all to tease you so close to edge yet striving to be within you.

Of course, they let you have your way with them in kind. Their egos and hearts soar as you claim them, the bite marks and bruising sucks litter their lean firm vessels to match yours. The tattoos, the scars, those get you showering smooches like mad.

Whether hugging their waist or throwing them over their shoulders, they love to rub and grip your legs enough for fingertips to be left behind as your latch onto them is ironclad.

Weaving hands through each other's haphazard hair while tugging on them hair strands roughly amiss lust, interlocking their hands with yours that need that tether to keep hold onto through the hectic ride of orgasmic paradise.

Massaging your ever tight gummy caverns all to see your expressions of vulnerable passion, falling apart easily while stuffing their cream in you, hitting that sizzling bundle of nerves all to tip you over the edge.

Those feral groans, them unhinged moans, such breathless cries of euphoria with your name reading such a crescendo off their swollen wet mouths as they could never get enough of your vice grip firm enough to leave their fingerprints behind.

Your curling, squirming self crying and breathless as creamy goodness dripped down your valleys, their comforting warm bodies draping over your beautiful self, holding you while the highs of sex would soon calm down.

“Let me fight for you.”

“Laugh with you.”

“Cry with you.”

“Reshape the world for you.”

“Kill for you.”

“Protect you.”

“Rule with you.”

“Live life with you.”

“Love you.”

In this alternate universe, in a world full of vibrant people, with limitless possibilities and potential …

The shape of them — their very existences — ingrained in your type of mate. Partner. Perhaps the shape of their souls are all one in the same. All intense, driven and outrageous.

Maybe because of your preference in your former life. Through their voices all stemming from one. Perhaps your rooted desire for a significant other with that boundless voice created so many options and you finally hit the jackpot.

When the day comes you wake up amongst all nine men strewn about, bare to the bone the same as you, in sheen gleaming ecstasy, soiled sheets and pillows thrown about all over the spacious bedroom, as you smiled all dopey like at those peaceful sleeping dreamboats.

The shape of you might as well be a heart because you too wore it when you're with your favorites.

[gordonengineswifenirmal]

It’s vile to think that actual paedos are given a harmless acronym.

Even more vile that some folks harass innocent people who are NOT paedos, n befriend the ACTUAL paedos n their friend circles. Not only have I been falsely accused, but I know a few others as well. None of us are into children.

I could not be less into weeuns. I’m extremely sex and romance repulsed, n I don’t like seeing anyone unclothed. I’ve even been harassed because ppl get the idea that I think everyone should go around in burqas. I don’t, but tbh, the idea isn’t without a certain logic lol. Im starting to understand why it’s not a bad idea sometimes.

There r a lot of people (and they don’t have to h all that much younger - even by like 10 years or so) who think an older person shouldn’t be in their fandoms unless they stick to a certain ‘unwritten protocol for oldies’. These very same fans can do the same things that they don’t want the older person doing. It’s ok for them.

For instance, if one drools over characters meant for kids, right away they are seen as paedos. Now, to be fair - if these characters were humans, animals, or what have you that are clearly being expressed as minors - then yes. Or if the accused was the ONLY one drooling over these characters, then yes - incredibly suspicious. However, some of the same people who harass, insult, make false accusations, etc. are guiltier. It’s a way to cover their tracks.

In fact, I’m in such a fandom. However - there r two versions of the characters - 1 version, where they are portrayed as machinery older than all of us. The second, where they are reimagined as cartoony children. The latter is very disturbing on its own. I’ve had people falsely accuse me of being a paedo and other things, and others blindly believe them. These same people defend those who befriend ACTUAL paedophiles. Convicted felons. With mugshots. They also have extremely disturbing sexual content on their blogs and elsewhere. Content involving people, open to anyone with just a few clicks to bypass verification - not carefully guarded privately for just a few of appropriate age. They also believe the sex bots and Gaza scammers asking for money are all genuine people not out to harm them, and forward their blog posts mindlessly - so they are often helping to promote scams which could rob others of money, or help ACTUAL groomers prey on victims.

Now, with that being said - I have NEVER had interest in children. In fact, I’m quite proud that I’ve never held a baby, and don’t plan to. I don’t have the slightest inappropriate thoughts or feelings toward kids. I will be friendly to them on occasion, but in general - I prefer them kept far away from me, and fully clothed at all times. Also, I have never been convicted of a crime if this sort, because it’s never even crossed the mind. I e never been convicted of a crime in general, and wish to keep it that way. In fact, I try to avoid thinking of it, because I was violated as a child, n it’s incredibly disturbing. The further they are kept away, the better, unless they are mentally mature enough to hold down a decent conversation (about any topic, nothing sexually inappropriate, because I have to spell this out, sadly). I do chat to some younger folks online, but I try to keep the conversation as respectable as possible. The moment they get too inappropriate, then I have to shut them down. Some do have wonderful conversations, and teach me technical stuff about trains, and whatnot. It’s interesting. I like that. I try to avoid talking anything sexual with minors. I don’t want to talk anything sexual with anyone, unless I’m laughing at how cringe something sexual is or goofing about n laughing with other adults about fanfics.

So with that being said - be careful of ‘proof’ - some people will take something out of context to harass another (often because that person strikes a nerve, and the harasser can’t come to terms with that truth responsibly, and so, lashes out) and others will believe that because they are gullible and easily impressionable. They also want a popular crowd to hang with. This could get them into trouble.

This is the modern society we’ve come to live in, sadly. So yes, please - stay away from MAPS - but please take the time to make sure they ARE one first, especially if they try to chat anything sexual to you. Don’t just assume. And DO block the scammers and sex bots.

[mintyys-blog]

Can you do a fanfic like the one you did with John b's sister sneaking out with topper and instead it's rafe

RECKLESS— rafe cameron x routledge! reader

WARNINGS: implied sex, sexual themes

You and your brother, John B, have always been close—partners in crime, always looking out for one another. But lately, there’s been something different in the air, especially when it comes to Rafe Cameron. The tension between you and him has always been there, but now it’s undeniable. Every time you see him, your eyes instinctively roll, the frustration you feel bubbling up in ways you don’t understand.

Rafe knows it too, and it’s driving him crazy. It’s become almost a game for him to see how much he can push you before you snap, and each time, your eye-rolls get worse. But you can’t help it—he gets under your skin with that cocky smile of his and that attitude that’s always just a little too much.

One night at the Chateau, the air is thick with heat and the buzzing energy of a party in full swing. John B is off with his friends, and you’re nursing a drink by the bonfire, hoping for a few minutes of peace. That’s when you feel him—Rafe. The tension between the two of you is magnetic, almost electric.

You roll your eyes as he walks over, his familiar grin spreading across his face. “What do you want, Rafe?” you ask, barely looking at him.

“You know,” he begins, leaning in a little closer than necessary, “you really should stop rolling your eyes every time you see me. It’s getting old.”

You scoff, taking a step back. “Maybe it’s because I can’t stand being around you.”

Rafe’s grin falters for just a second before he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the group, into the shadows by the trees. The party noise fades behind you as you’re left standing face to face with him, your pulse quickening from the sudden proximity.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he says, his voice low, eyes narrowing. “The only time you roll your eyes at me is when they roll back.”

You blink at him, confused, your heart racing faster than you want to admit. “What does that even mean?”

Rafe smirks, leaning in so close that you can feel the heat from his breath. “You know exactly what I mean,” he murmurs, his voice like a challenge. “And if you keep pushing me away, I’m just going to keep making it harder for you to.”

The air between you two crackles, filled with something dangerous, something neither of you can quite name yet. And as much as you want to tell him to back off, something in you can’t help but wonder if this is the start of something even more reckless than you’d ever imagined.

Rafe watches you closely, his smirk growing as he leans back slightly, letting go of your wrist but not quite stepping away. His eyes never leave yours, intense and calculating. He’s testing you, pushing you to the edge, and for some reason, you’re letting him.

“So, will I be seeing you tonight?” he asks, his voice laced with a challenge. He leans in a bit, as if he’s savoring this moment, the tension thick between you.

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your cool. “Fine. Whatever,” you say bitterly, even though a part of you is already counting the minutes until you can’t resist anymore. “I’ll see you.”

Rafe’s eyes gleam with satisfaction, the game almost too easy for him. “Good. Make sure you wear the black lace, you know I like that one.”

You feel your cheeks flush despite yourself, but you refuse to let him see how much it gets to you. You cross your arms defensively, pushing back against the way he’s gotten under your skin.

“Ugh, whatever,” you mutter, rolling your eyes again, though it’s not as automatic as before. “Now go, before my brother catches you!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, shaking his head as if he finds your resistance amusing. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your precious little brother’s night, now would we?” he teases, his smirk widening.

He steps back, giving you a final lingering look before turning to walk away, but not before dropping one last comment over his shoulder. “Don’t be late, princess.”

As you watch him leave, the sharp edges of your annoyance mix with an unsettling pull in your chest. It’s like he’s got a grip on you, something you can’t quite escape. You try to push the thought out of your mind, but as much as you try to deny it, there’s something thrilling about being caught up in his world.

You only hope John B doesn’t find out about this—if he does, things will get a lot more complicated.

As the sounds of the party echo in the distance, you stand there, seething with frustration. Rafe’s words linger in your mind, his smirk still vivid in your thoughts. You hate how much he gets to you. You hate how easily he can twist your feelings into something dangerous, something you know you should stay away from.

But as much as you tell yourself you’re done with him, something in the back of your mind knows you’ll show up tonight. You won’t be able to resist. Not with him knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

You shake your head, trying to clear the haze that’s clouding your judgment. You’ve got to keep your head in the game, especially with John B. The last thing you need is for him to find out what’s been going on between you and Rafe—he’d never forgive you.

As you make your way back toward the bonfire, you spot your brother in the crowd, laughing and joking with the other Pogues. You force a smile, pretending like everything’s fine, but in the pit of your stomach, there’s a gnawing feeling that won’t go away.

John B catches sight of you, his eyes narrowing. “Hey, what’s up with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shrug nonchalantly, not wanting to give away the tension building in your chest. “Nothing, just needed some air.”

“Right,” he says, clearly unconvinced. “Well, you know where I’ll be if you need me.”

You nod, not meeting his gaze, and quickly move to the side, needing to get some space. As you walk, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Without thinking, you pull it out, the screen lighting up with a message from an unknown number:

“See you later, princess.” – Rafe

You clench your jaw, stuffing the phone back in your pocket with a frustrated sigh. What was it about him that made you lose control like this?

⸻

Later that night, you find yourself at the familiar place where Rafe had invited you—away from the party, the chaos, where the world feels smaller and more dangerous.

When you arrive, Rafe is already waiting for you, lounging casually on the hood of his truck, looking as if he owns everything around him. As your eyes meet, that familiar tension resurfaces, pulling you in.

“You made it,” he says, his tone both pleased and mocking. “Took you long enough.”

You cross your arms, trying to keep your composure despite the flutter of nerves you feel. “I’m here, aren’t I?” you reply, your voice sharp.

“Yeah, you are.” His grin widens. “Now, as promised, you brought the black lace, right?”

You fight the flush creeping up your neck. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, as he steps closer. “But you like it.”

You take a step back, trying to maintain some distance, but Rafe follows, his presence too much to ignore. “Why do you always have to make things so complicated?”

He smirks again, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you can’t stay away, and you know it.”

⸻

The night had been a blur of stolen moments, heated exchanges, and too many questions left unanswered. After everything with Rafe, you feel a strange mix of satisfaction and regret coursing through your veins. His lips still burn on yours as you try to process what just happened. You weren’t supposed to let it get this far. But here you are, tangled up in something more dangerous than you ever expected.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Rafe pulls back, his expression dark, lips curling into that signature smirk. “You know, if you want, you can shower in my bathroom while I clean up,” he offers casually, almost too comfortably.

You nod, still caught in the haze of everything that just unfolded. “Yeah, I’ll take you up on that,” you murmur, unsure of how else to react.

You make your way to his bathroom, the familiar rush of guilt and excitement filling your chest as you step under the warm water, letting it wash over you. As you shower, you try to shake off the weight of the night, but it lingers like a shadow. There’s no turning back now.

Once you’re done, you dry off quickly, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts. You change back into your clothes, trying to act like nothing happened, but the tension from earlier still lingers in the air.

You make your way back to Rafe’s room, where he’s already standing, leaning against the doorframe with a casual look on his face. “All cleaned up?” he asks, his voice still holding that same teasing edge.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you reply, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

You walk over to him, your heart thudding in your chest. You lean in for one last kiss—brief, but meaningful—before you pull away, your breath catching in your throat.

“I still hate you, you know,” you murmur, your voice soft but determined.

Rafe laughs, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Sure you do, baby,” he says, his hand brushing against your cheek as he pulls you in for one last kiss.

You pull back, a mix of emotions swirling inside you, and head toward the door. You tell yourself it’s just a fling, just a moment of weakness. Nothing more. Everyone should be sleeping by now, so there’s no reason to worry about anyone finding out. At least, that’s what you thought.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a gasp slices through the silence. You freeze, turning to find Sarah standing at the base of the stairs, eyes wide with surprise, holding a bag of clips in her hand.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly as she looks you up and down, clearly not buying your presence at this hour.

You scramble for an excuse, your mind racing. “Uh… I came to see you? John B wanted me to tell you that he loves you,” you say, immediately regretting how lame it sounds.

Sarah narrows her eyes, unconvinced. “So he sent his big sister?” she asks, clearly not buying your story.

“Uh, yes??” you respond nervously, your voice almost cracking. “Well, I gotta go. Bye!” you say quickly, not giving her a chance to respond as you rush past her and out the door.

As you step outside, your heart is pounding, and you try to act normal, but inside, you can feel the weight of what just happened. You don’t know what Sarah will say to John B—or worse, if she’ll tell him what she saw. But for now, you don’t have time to think about that. You need to get out of there, before anyone else finds out.

Here’s the continuation:

⸻

A few days pass, and the awkwardness from that night still lingers in your mind, but you try to push it aside. The last thing you need is for anyone to find out about your encounter with Rafe. You were trying to convince yourself it was a one-time thing, a stupid mistake, but the truth was, every time you thought about it, your heart raced and your skin burned.

Meanwhile, at the house, Sarah’s curiosity hasn’t waned. She’s been thinking about the strange encounter ever since you left in such a rush that night. And now, she’s finally bringing it up to John B.

“So, I saw Y/N the other night,” Sarah says casually as she leans against the counter, sipping her drink. “I’m still trying to figure out why she was there.”

John B raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding where this is going. “What? Why was she at your place?” he asks, his voice sounding a little defensive.

Sarah laughs, shaking her head. “Yeah, she said you sent her to tell me you loved me?” she teases, her smile mischievous as she watches her brother’s confusion grow.

John B stares at her, blinking rapidly as if processing this new information. “What? No— that, okay—” He trails off, utterly confused now. “Why the hell would she be at your place? At night? Makes no sense…”

Sarah shrugs, but her face falls slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. “I mean… I thought I heard her and Rafe, but—”

John B freezes, his blood running cold at the mention of Rafe’s name. “What?” he asks, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Sarah frowns, unsure of what she just said, sensing the shift in John B’s demeanor. “Yeah, I thought I heard voices coming from his place… but it was late, and I figured I was just hearing things. I didn’t think much of it at the time.”

John B is still frozen, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. His mind flashes back to the night you left in such a hurry. What were you doing there? What the hell was going on with you and Rafe?

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words catch in his throat. The idea of you and Rafe together doesn’t sit well with him. He knows what Rafe’s like, and he knows you well enough to know that you wouldn’t just go to his house for a simple reason. Something’s off, and John B feels like he’s been left in the dark.

“You sure you heard them?” he asks, his voice sharper than he intends.

Sarah’s brows furrow in concern. “I’m sure. I wasn’t imagining it, John B.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to process everything. “Why the hell would Y/N be there with him at that hour? I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”

Sarah takes a deep breath, stepping forward. “I don’t know, but we need to figure it out. I don’t trust Rafe, and if he’s got something to do with Y/N…”

John B cuts her off, shaking his head. “I’ll talk to her,” he says, his voice determined. “I don’t care what’s going on between them. I’m not letting anything happen to her.”

⸻

The next day, John B couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He spent the entire morning trying to distract himself, but the thought of you and Rafe together kept creeping into his mind. The idea of you, his sister, being with someone like Rafe—someone who was dangerous, unpredictable, and nothing but trouble—bothered him more than he cared to admit.

Finally, he couldn’t put it off any longer. He had to confront you. He found you at the house, sitting on the porch, scrolling through your phone, looking unbothered. But John B wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low but firm.

You looked up, surprised at his tone. “What’s up?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” John B snapped. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

You set your phone down, feeling the shift in his mood. “What’s going on, John B? What are you upset about?”

He crossed his arms, his jaw clenched tightly. “You were at Rafe’s house the other night. Don’t lie to me. Sarah heard you and him talking.”

You sighed, the familiar frustration bubbling up inside you. “Sarah is overreacting. I wasn’t doing anything. I just… went to see him for a minute. That’s it.”

John B’s eyes narrowed. “For a minute? At night? What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?”

You stood up, crossing your arms defensively. “I don’t owe you an explanation about who I hang out with, John B. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to protect you!” he shot back, his voice rising with each word. “That guy—Rafe—he’s dangerous. You’ve seen the way he acts. Why the hell would you go there, alone? You know what he’s capable of.”

You felt the anger surge inside you, more than just frustration—it was a mix of betrayal and irritation. “I can handle myself, John B. You don’t get to tell me what to do, especially not when it comes to who I see or where I go. I’m not a kid anymore!”

John B’s face was turning red, his fists tightening. “You don’t get it, do you?” he practically yelled. “Rafe is trouble. I don’t want you anywhere near him, Y/N.”

“Well, maybe that’s your problem, not mine!” you fired back, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want to make my own decisions. I’m not a little girl you can control!”

For a moment, there was a tense silence between you, both of you breathing heavily, caught in the heat of the argument.

John B’s expression softened, just a little, but his frustration was still there. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I don’t trust Rafe. And I don’t trust him with you.”

You shook your head, laughing bitterly. “You don’t trust anyone, John B. Especially not me.”

He reached out, grabbing your arm gently but firmly. “I’m just trying to protect you,” he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “I care about you, okay?”

You yanked your arm away, glaring at him. “You don’t get it. I don’t need your protection. I’m not a child. I can make my own choices, and you’re not going to tell me otherwise.”

John B took a deep breath, looking like he was fighting for control. “Then why the hell didn’t you tell me about it? Why did you lie? Why didn’t you just come to me if you wanted to talk to him?”

You looked away, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. “Because I knew you’d react like this. You’d overreact, like always. I didn’t want to deal with it.”

“Y/N…” John B started, but you cut him off.

“No. You don’t get to decide who I talk to or where I go,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not your responsibility.”

The silence that followed felt heavy. The weight of the conversation hung between you like a cloud, neither of you knowing what to say next.

John B finally let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples. “I just don’t want to see you hurt. Is that so hard to understand?”

You looked at him, your anger simmering down, but the frustration still there. “I get it, okay? But you need to trust me more. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just living my life. Besides, I’m older, I can do what I want or who I want.”

John B made a face, “gross!” To which you roll your eyes.

The tension in the air didn’t fully disappear, but for now, it was enough. As you walked past him toward the door, you could still feel the weight of the conversation, but you knew one thing for sure: things between you and John B had changed, and it wasn’t just because of Rafe.

John B watched you leave, his gaze following you as you walked toward the door. The weight of the conversation still hung heavy in the air, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered. No matter what you said, he couldn’t shake the image of you with Rafe, and it gnawed at him. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me? he thought, frustration building again.

But as the door slammed shut behind you, John B stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, trying to push down the rising panic. He wanted to trust you—he really did. But you and Rafe? That was a line he wasn’t sure he could cross.

Meanwhile, you had barely made it down the street before you heard the familiar rumble of an engine behind you. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. The sound of Rafe’s truck was unmistakable.

Without looking, you quickened your pace, but before you knew it, Rafe’s truck was pulling up beside you. The engine cut off, and the door swung open.

“Hey,” he said, leaning out of the truck with that cocky grin of his. “Where you going, princess?”

You stopped in your tracks, not wanting to deal with him after the fight with John B, but the pull of his presence was undeniable. You crossed your arms defensively, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. “Why are you following me?”

Rafe’s smile never wavered. “Just wanted to see if you were still mad at me.” He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “Or if I can convince you otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your cool. “What do you want, Rafe?”

He shrugged. “Just thought I’d offer you a ride. I know you’re pissed, but I can make it up to you.”

You shot him a skeptical look, but in the end, it was easier to get in the truck than to argue. As you slid into the passenger seat, Rafe didn’t waste any time driving off. The silence between you both was thick, but you could feel the tension building again.

Finally, Rafe broke it with a casual, “So… how’s your brother?” His voice was smooth, like he was testing the waters.

You shot him a sharp look, crossing your arms again. “Why do you care?”

Rafe laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Just making conversation. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes, right?”

You stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out where he was coming from. “If you want to know, John B’s mad at me,” you said bitterly. “He’s convinced I’m making all the wrong choices, that I’m too naïve to see how dangerous you are.”

Rafe glanced at you, his smile widening. “Is that so?” He paused, thinking for a moment. “You know, it’s cute how protective he is of you. But he doesn’t get it, does he?”

You didn’t respond right away, but when you did, your voice was low and almost regretful. “No, he doesn’t get it. And honestly, I don’t know how to make him understand.”

Rafe slowed down as they approached a secluded spot near the beach, the familiar sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore filling the air. He turned off the engine, and the silence settled between you once again.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone, Y/N,” Rafe said, his tone softer now, as if trying to soothe the tension that had been lingering. “Especially not John B.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Something about Rafe’s words made you feel both uneasy and strangely comforted. But you pushed it aside, trying to focus on the situation at hand.

“I’m not here to talk about him,” you said, your voice steady but your heart beating a little faster than usual.

Rafe smirked. “Good. Because I’d rather talk about us.”

Your eyes narrowed, the tension still between you, but now it was charged with something more dangerous. You could feel the pull between you both again, that same magnetic attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface.

“What about us?” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

Rafe leaned over, his face only inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “You know exactly what I mean.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as his hand slid up to gently touch your chin, tilting your face toward his.

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. The intensity of it left you breathless, and for a moment, you lost yourself in the feeling. But then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Rafe pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“If you want this, Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter, almost serious, “then don’t let anyone tell you no.”

You stared at him, torn between what you knew was wrong and the overwhelming pull to be with him again. Your brother’s warnings echoed in your mind, but Rafe’s words held you in place. It was the same push-and-pull, the same dangerous game you were caught in.

You didn’t know what to do next. But you knew, in that moment, you weren’t ready to walk away.

[karcatgirl-vantas]

so i count at least three separate questions:

if i go into the teleporter, should i anticipate the subjective experience of coming out the other side of the teleporter?

conceding arguendo that the answer to 1 is no, if i go into the teleporter, has somebody died in a morally relevant sense?

conceding arguendo that the answer to 1 is no, if i go into the teleporter, should the person who comes out the other side consider themself to have a right to identify as me and pick up my relationships roughly where i left them off?

you could say yes, n/a, n/a, that teleporters preserve continuity of consciousness, b/c you're computational theory of identitypilled; i am not completely computation theory of identitypilled but i sometimes feel sympathetic to it. n.b. i'm just some dipshit though

if you say no to 1 - if you think the teleporter doesn't preserve continuity of consciouesness - you could in theory say y/y, y/n, n/y, or n/n to 2 and three:

y/y: yes, i have died, but the person who emerges from the teleporter is another "instance" of the "same person." you should mourn the me who died, b/c she didn't want to have a last-subjective-experience, but accept the person who emerged from the teleporter as another one of me, with the same relationships to the same people modulo the fact that they are all (we are all?) now mourning the lost original instance, who didn't get to go on living the life the duplicate will. if i assume the teleporter kills me, then i am most sympathetic to this position.

y/n: yes, i have died, and the person who emerges from the teleporter is somebody else; all of her memories of my relationships are false, and she has no more claim to my relationships than the victim of a mad scientist who clumsily mixed false memories of a friendship with my friends into an innocent stranger would. some people in Tha Discourse are arguing really determinedly for this position. i can't say i have a rigorous philosophical refutation of it, but if i get atomically duplicated in a teleporter accident b/c the teleporter glitched out and forgot to vaporise me, then acting like they have to figure out which one of us is the impostor will not endear either of us to them!

n/y: no, i have not "died" in any meaningful sense even if teleporters don't preserve continuity of consciousness; yes, the person who comes out the other end is still me, and should be treated as me. if you feel this way, then maybe you don't believe continuity of consciousness is a philosophically sound idea, or maybe experiencing oblivion just isn't something that scares you about dying. i have heard people express both sentiments, at least with respect to themself, but it's not for me. i don't want to have a last subjective experience! if i were going to, i'd rather have a fork to take over for me, sure, but having a last subjective experience is pretty much The Bad Thing about death for me, and anything a fork would mitigate is an Unfortunate Side Effect

n/n: no, i haven't died if i go through the teleporter, but no, the person who comes out the other end isn't me. this is a weird one! i haven't heard anyone advance it, and i don't really know why you would other than the sheer joy of filling all the spreadsheet boxes. if it's not literally a logical contradiction it feels close enough to one for government work, to me. but if someone wants to go to bat for this position, shoot; this subject clearly needs more contention and mutual confusion

[cheol-e-kat]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐, 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝒄.𝒔𝒄, 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

[ master list ] [ part 1 ]

Pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary: seungcheol shouldn’t have a crush on another alpha, but he can’t help the way he feels about y/n, but he also wonders if maybe it doesn't matter

word count: 2.3 k

genre: a/b/o au (omegaverse), coffee shop au, college au, alpha!seungcheol

warnings: explicit language, drinking, mentioned bitching, fingering, exhibitionism

y/n woke up slowly, her head hurting a bit from drinking the night before. she knew before she opened her eyes that she wasn’t in her apartment. 

she also knew that she wasn’t alone. she bit her lip softly, remembering the night before. she didn’t really need to go through what she remembered - she knew his scent much better than she should. she knew exactly what alpha she had been drunk enough to talk to and go home with. 

but they hadn’t had sex, which was maybe concerning. everything she knew about seungcheol largely revolved around the fact that he loved omega pussy and wasn’t shy about it. 

but, she reminded herself once again, she wasn’t an omega. so why would an alpha who so clearly loved omegas ever pay attention to her, she wondered, even as she was lying in bed with him. his scent swirling gently in the air. 

she had noticed it the night before, that his apartment only smelled like him. there wasn’t a trace of anyone else, which was difficult for almost anyone to maintain. she hadn’t smelled any of his friends’ scents that she knew from the coffee shop, and definitely not the scents of omegas she had seen him with. 

it was literally just his scent. and now a tiny bit of hers. she had been slightly shocked that he asked her if she nested. it was always uncomfortable to be slightly different, especially when anyone noticed. but he hadn’t been asking in the tone that people usually asked either - he asked as though he wanted her to nest exactly where she was…in his bed. 

she sighed and felt him press closer, “you okay?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. 

she nodded, even though she felt her heart start to race. she never went home with alphas. she never invited them to her apartment either. she’d also never met an alpha who so clearly wanted to fuck and then backed out because he wanted to be close to her even more. 

which, in all fairness, seungcheol seemed completely happy with being close. he wanted to be holding her or pressed against her, even when they had first talked in the club, he was so quick to pull her close. not to mention, he’d seemed beyond annoyed to have to leave her the night before even to answer the door. 

she felt him shift - she felt his soft lips press gently to her neck. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked, voice still low and soft. 

she felt his lips shift a bit lower - she couldn’t help moving to the side, giving him the room he clearly wanted. she felt the gentle, teasing kisses and bites. 

when he was satisfied, he leaned up so he could see her. she was used to seeing him look tired, it was part of why she ever went so far as to ask him how his day was - she always felt bad for him when he looked exhausted. 

seeing him look tired and have him be so close though, was - she wasn’t sure, exactly, but her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. she watched them reach up and smooth his unruly black hair. she wanted to lull him back to sleep while she thought…or maybe she could find something to clean anxiously while he slept for at least three days. 

he leaned down, his lips pressing softly to hers. she loved how he felt, how warm  and plush his lips were. his kisses were gentle and unhurried. she felt his fingers trace through her hair - he was clearly in no rush whatsoever. 

he broke the kiss though, his forehead pressing gently to hers, “please tell me if i did something?” he whined softly. 

he hadn’t done anything. she smoothed his hair, and shook her head, “you didn’t,” she whispered.

he hummed to himself, “then why do you feel nervous?” he asked as his fingers traced along the neckline of the tshirt she was wearing, making the lightest contact with her skin. 

she flushed, wondering why he put such a fine point on things. 

“i’m not,” she lied. 

he groaned, “even if you weren’t shifting around and wiggling and making little sounds, you’re right next to me, and everything about you feels anxious,” he was watching her now. his gaze was soft and curious. 

“even your scent is different,” he whispered, his fingertips traced along her jaw. she wished he didn’t sound quiet so concerned. 

she wanted to shrug him off - she wanted to say he was just hungover and there was nothing to sense, least of all from her. 

but she knew what he meant, he meant he could feel her - as in the way alphas felt their mates and their mates could feel them, and that however it started between them, however intense it was, it would only increase if they bonded fully. 

she never thought she would meet an alpha who could feel what she was feeling, much less sound almost worried. 

he was still watching her, waiting patiently for some explanation. she fumbled for the right words. and wondered why it had been so much easier when she had had several drinks. 

she wanted to ask him why on earth he would want to have a bond with her out of all his options, but she had known for months - not ‘why’ so much, but that he did for reasons that she couldn’t fathom. 

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she had realized the moment she swapped back from drawing little hearts around his name to just a smiley face - he had looked like she slapped him when he grabbed his coffee. worse he looked like he wanted an answer regarding the change to his cup sleeve doodles, or at least to lodge a complaint with the offending party, aka her. 

she had the tiniest urge to hide in the employee bathroom or under the counter. she didn’t care which - she never thought a change to her doodles could maybe ruin his day a little bit.

she had wondered if he would say something about it. she had imagined him cornering her and asking ‘why?’ in a very stern voice - but he hadn’t. instead, he looked like he was buffering for almost an hour, but he left like normal. 

and then the next time she saw him, he was sheepish and reserved - all beacuse of the missing little hearts. she had felt bad almost immediately - she knew she had bothered him, but not so much that his personality changed. 

she had drawn lots of hearts that day to make up for the missing ones. and when he got his coffee - it was like she had aligned the planets just for him. he looked happy and almost smug when he grabbed his drink. 

once upon a time, she normally doodled things for almost everyone’s drink, but that was before she met him, and she slowly noticed that her doodles were more and more unconsciously reserved for seungcheol’s coffee cup and no one else’s. 

it helped that he was a regular and came in virtually every day - so all of her doodling could be seungcheol focused. sometimes there were happy hearts and sometimes they were surrounded by clouds - but they were just for him. 

she had only gone slightly red in the face when her co-worker asked her why “lover boy” got all of her drawings. 

she had shrugged, “he’s cute,” she said simply. 

“yeah, who doesn’t love alphas like that?” she had gone on, “you know the type that always let omegas help them through their ruts but are no where to be found when an omega needs help, but that’s just me,” she had finished, her tone harsh. 

y/n didn’t really have any thoughts, since she had never considered asking a alpha to help her through her heats. in her mind, it was way too personal of a thing. the sheer idea of seungcheol and his cute dimples seeing her at her most vulnerable and horniest state was far and away the last condition she would want him to see her in. 

besides, all she did was draw cute things that he seemed to like. it wasn’t like she was chasing him down or something. 

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but here she was, in seungcheol’s room, in his bed, no less. she felt his weight pressing down against her, keeping her still. she savored the feeling. 

he was still playing with her hair. his gaze had shifted. she was used to seeing his profile. she loved the shape of his lips. 

she had no idea how long they had been this way, but she was fairly certain he wasn’t going to let her get out of this so easily. he was heavier than her for starters. 

she considered distracting him. but she knew the truth was easier. 

she sighed, “why do,” she paused, “why do even pay attention to me?” she asked timidly. 

he glanced at her, his large eyes, only getting larger. he looked puzzled by the question. he was stuck in his buffering mode. 

“because, i just do - the first time i met you, i’ve never felt so sure, so certain about anyone ever,” his cheeks brightened to a gentle shade of pink. 

“there’s other people,”— she started. 

he shook his head emphatically, “no, there’s not - there’s just you,” he said with complete certainty, still playing with her hair. 

he finally glanced at her, his gaze was soft, “i’m serious, y/n - there’s no one else - check my phone - ask my friends, whatever you want,” his voice was more serious. 

she shook her head, “i don’t mean,” she sighed, “i’m trying to ask why do you seem so set on me? i’m not brave, i barely manage to flirt with you even,” she could feel her face brightening as she spoke. 

but before she could continue, she felt him kiss her. it was a much longer kiss than she expected. she thought it would be quick, just to shush her. but no, it was mellow and sweet, and his taste lingered on her tongue when they parted. 

he stared down at her, his embarrassment gone, “because i can feel you from across the room - just like i know you’re anxious now, i know when you’re grumpy in the morning, and i just want to make you feel better, reassure you,” he whispered, kissing her again, “do anything for you,” his lips brushed her skin. 

she hugged him close, feeling the immensity of what he had said. it was romantic and very, very old-world to think about finding a soulmate based on scents and innate connections. it was the kind of thing that reminded her of her great-great grandmother sitting and telling her her soulmate fortune by reading the tea leaves left in her cup one afternoon. 

she traced her fingers along his back, loving how smooth and firm his muscles were - she knew he enjoyed the way it felt. she didn’t need to ask him. just like she didn’t need to ask him about drinks or what food he was craving. 

she was used to ignoring the sigma part of herself. but she took pleasure in feeling him relax against her. she tried to remember what her soulmate fortune had been, but she could only remember that she thought it was all a bit fake. she nuzzled closer to him and fell asleep.

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she woke up for the second time, pressed against him - the soft sounds of rain against his window were comforting. she nuzzled closer to him, looking for more warmth. and she felt his kisses. she hummed happily, kissing him back. it was the easiest thing in the world. 

she loved the way they shifted positions so easily - her under him, and his arms around her, keeping her close, guiding her gently where he wanted her. even when she felt his fingers slide just under the hem of her tshirt, she didn’t mind the feeling of his fingertips skimming along the tender skin of her stomach. she pulled his hair softly as his hands moved further up her body - his fingers teasing her breasts and nipples, as they kissed.

she whimpered softly when he pulled one hand away, until she felt it traveling down her stomach and over her hip. and when she felt his hand arrive fully between her thighs, teasing her through her underwear, she whined gently, rolling her hips against him, seeking out friction. 

he barely pulled away from her, “feels good?”

she nodded, pulling him back down to her. his hand slid farther from her center though, instead, tracing along her inner thigh, teasing her. and when she felt his fingers return to her cunt, she realized how wet and slick she already was. it was the feeling of his fingers teasing her opening through the fabric that made her suddenly blurt out the thing she rarely shared.

“i’m—” she flushed, “i’ve never been with anyone,” she finished, biting her lip, wondering how he would react. 

he didn’t seem upset. 

in fact, he sat back, staring at her for a moment, “you mean, no one has ever,”— he broke off. she shook her head.

“even like what you’ve done so far - you’re the first,” she blushed brightly. 

he was still staring, “you go through your heats alone?” he asked, sounding surprised.

she shrugged, “there are things that help, like meds and stuff,” she blushed, almost wishing she hadn’t told him.

“go through your next one with me?” he whispered, his hands tracing along her sides. 

she was quiet for a moment, not knowing how to respond - she’d never been with anyone, and he was asking for that. but she found herself nodding, knowing she didn’t want to spend another heat alone and miserable. she wanted to spend it getting fucked by seungcheol. 

he kissed her again, “we can practice until then,” he murmured against her throat, biting her roughly. she moaned quietly, wondering just how many times he would have marked her by then. 

a/n: soooo yes, they're still negotiating this obvs - hope you like it - tell me if you do and if you don't uhhh plz let me live in peace

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Corrupted Innocence - Part 1

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

summary: being in a group of friends with thanos, se-mi and nam-gyu. the four of you always did things together. it’s no surprise that you're thanos' favorite in the group, you're the complete opposite of him and you're so innocent, to him it was nothing but a huge turn on.

warnings: swearing, smoking, vaping, pervy su-bong?

comments: basically su-bong having a innocence kink, reader has blonde hair and wears a lot of pink, au with no games, innocent and naive reader, kinda pervy su-bong?

a/n: okay hi, i’ve never used tumblr before and i’ve never published a story that i’ve written before so i’m so sorry if this is bad lol (i wrote this at 2 am too) anddd english is not my first language so i checked for mistakes but there probably still are a few, so you guys can correct me and i’m open to requests and if anyone likes this i wanna make a part two and possibly more parts so let me know!!

When you walked into the living room, Thanos' eyes immediately fell on you. He leaned back against the wall, his purple hair contrasting with his dark clothes. He took a drag on his vape and exhaled slowly as he watched you talk to Se-mi.

He had kissed you before, at a few parties or at the club when you both had too much to drink. But fuck, that wasn’t enough. He wants to wrap his hand around your tight throat while your eyes roll back in the back of your head, he wants you to look up at him with those big, adorable eyes while you suck his-

"Thanos?" He suddenly heard his name come out of your mouth, bringing him back to reality. He straightened up, backing away from the wall, his tattoos moving slightly with the movement.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low and husky, the result of years of smoking. “What’s up, angel?” He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body a few seconds longer than necessary.

He always called you angel because he thinks you look like an angel. You liked the nickname he gave you. "We're ordering pizza, do you want some?"

Thanos watched as your innocent face scrunched up a little, waiting for his answer. God, you really were like an angel. 'Yeah, get me a pepperoni.'

“Okay, got it,” you said as you added it to the order on your iPad.

From his position, he could see you leaning forward slightly, the way your blonde hair slid over your shoulder, the innocent pink sweater clashing sharply with his own dark aesthetic. Damn, he wanted to mess up that perfect hair and ruin your flawless makeup.

"Su-bong, you want a coke with your pizza?" You know he always washes down his dinner with a glass of coke.

"Yeah, for sure." Sometimes you say his real name and he loves it when it rolls off your tongue.

You ordered the pizzas and then quickly turned off your iPad. As you put it down, you continued to talk to a Se-mi.

Thanos watched as you continued to chat with Se-mi, your voice soft and melodious. He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of desire and frustration. You had no idea of ​​the dirty thoughts running through his mind, the way he imagined himself taking off that pink sweater, leaving you breathless and flushed.

He then sat down on the chair next to the couch where we were sitting. "What are we talking about?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice that demanded attention. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Se-mi, and lingered on you for a moment.

I turned my head to him. "I was telling Se-mi how I saw two people we know from uni kissing in the bathroom there." You said with a small laugh.

Thanos raised an eyebrow. His face lit up with amusement. "Really? Who?" He leaned forward slightly, genuinely curious. But more than that, he was intrigued by the casual way you spoke about seeing people kiss. Did you even realize how innocent you sounded? How naive? It was adorable.

"Do you remember Ju-won? That asshole I told you about, he was with a girl from my class. I thought they hated each other, I guess I was wrong." You chuckled a little before turning your head back to Se-mi.

Thanos leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he took another drag on his vape and then slowly exhaled the smoke. “Yeah, well people surprise you.” His eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the way your cheeks flushed slightly as you laughed. God, that little blush did things to him.

"Yeah, well, you never know what they're hiding under the surface, I mean, most of the time we see people coming together that we weren't expecting anyway." Se-mi said, shrugging her shoulders.

You knew that Se-mi was right.

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Then finally the doorbell rang, knowing our food was finally here, you got up from the couch and walked to the door before opening it, you got the food from the delivery guy and then gave him a tip before he left.

You walked with all the pizza boxes and drinks to the coffee table across from the couch and placed everything on the table.

"Can someone get Nam-gyu? Tell him the food is here." I asked as Nam-gyu, who was still hanging out on my balcony and smoking another cigarette.

"Nam-gyu!" Thanos shouted. Nam-gyu stuck his head out of the balcony. "What?" he shouted, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. Thanos waved him away. "Dinner's here, get your lazy ass inside and close the fucking door, it's cold as shit in here." Nam-gyu grunted as he threw the cigarettes away, knowing I didn't want any mess on my balcony, he finally entered, closing the balcony door behind him.

Then we all sat down on the couch, got our pizza boxes and the drinks we ordered. Except for you, because you always tell yourself you don't want soda and then you just drink Su-bong his coke.

Thanos grinned at you as you reached for his coke and took a sip. He loved how you always did that, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You looked at him, still holding his glass, and realized what you had done. “Oh, sorry, I should have asked first.” You put his glass down and gave him an awkward smile.

“No,” he said, seeing your face flush a little again. Fuck, that innocent look did something to him every time. He reached out and grabbed his coke. “You can have it if you want.”

He then handed me the glass as I gave him a small appreciative smile before taking another sip.

"Fuck man, change the channel. This shit is boring as hell." Nam-gyu said as he sighed loudly at the tv. You turned the tv to a random channel earlier, only to hear some background noise.

Se-mi, who had been eating her food in silence, suddenly perked up at the suggestion. "Ooh, how about watching a horror movie?" she asked eagerly, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, sure, if there isn't too much blood,” you said, knowing you would throw up if there was.

"What are you twelve?" Nam-gyu said in such an annoying way. "You know we're not going to pick something with a lot of blood, right?" Se-mi said as she turned to me. "Okay, but please, no fucking ghost movies, those are so dumb." Thanos said, joining in the conversation.

Thanos took the remote from your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he did so, he began scrolling through the movie options. He could feel your eyes on him and it made him wanna laugh. He knew exactly what he was doing, he picked a movie that would make you jump out of your skin.

A little bit into the movie, it was bad. The only one who couldn't watch it with a straight face was you. "Oh my god, is this your idea of ​​a not so gory movie?" Of course you were way too naive to trust him to pick a movie I could handle.

He grinned when he saw you grip a couch cushion so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You were definitely not hungry anymore.

He turned his head towards you "Why so tense?" he asked you, he was teasing you on purpose.

Thanos grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles as he tried to calm you down. As the movie continued, he felt your fingers tighten around his, your breath catching every time a jump scare came. He was enjoying this far too much, your innocence, your fear.

He wants to slowly take away your innocence, little by little.

And this is just how he would start

[okaysonny]

hi!!! could I ask for jake’s dating headcanons? similar to the one you posted abt gun (including what’s his type and all) Please and thank u!!

dating headcanons ¦ jake kim

a/n: resurrecting soley to do this because i miss him so much

𖹭 jake will push aside his feelings because of his role and to protect you and yada yada. but once all that subsides...he's the sweetest bf. questionable morals but the sweetest bf.

𖹭 drawn to more tougher, tsundere (lol but idk another word for it) personalities i feel? he's the most annoying teaser oat and likes it when you're easy to tease. (him with johan as an eg. lmaooo)

𖹭 if you're dating jake, you're basically dating big deal too! i don't think he'd date someone who doesn't get along with his friends. (gangseo middle school squad i mean)

𖹭 need jake to get a gf in canon so bad. i'm imagining him bringing her to the street for the first time and it's just so funny.

𖹭 initially, i was thinking that jerry would instantly act like some chivalrous servant to you. but actually! if you've captured jake's heart, he needs to know you're worthy of his affections. you have to sit through a long interrogation of really dumb and stupid questions. (jerry does this without jake's knowledge 😧)

𖹭 after you've gotten jerry's approval, he starts trying to gas jake up in front of you and it's really funny and embarrassing.

𖹭 obviously...jake is busy with big deal a lot. but i feel like the guys would encourage their boss to go out with you when he can. he'll probs prioritise a meeting over you and big deal calls him insane and tells him to LEAVE.

𖹭 like i said, sweetest bf! he's so affectionate and loving in a relationship. jake has promised himself to never be like gapryong the SLUT...so he'd really cherish someone special to him.

𖹭 in terms of dates...he's down for whatever. i picture a lot of arcade, carnival, cinema dates with jake! but he also enjoys movie nights at home where you can snuggle up on the couch :3

𖹭 he's not insecure about them imo but imagine kissing jake's scars 😩 i'm sick!!!

𖹭 pls b nice 2 him...he actually has low self esteem lol. jake doubts himself as a leader, but also as a person and how is mother is disappointed in him. he'd also doubt himself as a bf and question why you're with him...beneath the goofiness is a man filled with angst...

𖹭 the type to tell a joke in front of big deal but only look to see if YOU laughed 😩

𖹭 jake isn't a perfect boyfriend tbh. he ghosts you when he's on a dangerous mission and then shows up at your door in the middle of the night with apology flowers...all bruised and bandaged like a BUM.

𖹭 but you can't even stay mad at him because he has unintentional puppy dog eyes :/

jake kim...wait for me...korea is not too far

divider: @thecutestgrotto

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  WabiSabiPapi! @arimakes has 16 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 12 of them are in the Steddie tag.

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by WabiSabiPapi:

Fill My Lungs With Sweetness

Peach Boy

Dog Days of Summer

March Madness

"They're multitalented-- not only do they write beautifully but they're an amazing illustrator, too. Ari puts so much heart into everything they create." -- anonymous

Below the cut, @arimakes answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I’m starting to think I’m possessed? It all began because I really wanted to read one specific thing and nobody had done it yet, so I figured, why not try writing it myself? I haven’t been able to stop since. Turns out, it’s my favourite thing in the world to do, and I think about it all the time. Art has been my source of creative expression since I was a kid, I really never expected to love telling stories this much, too.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Hands down idiot4idiot, mutual bi-discovery! I’m pretty sure Steddie’s natural state is clueless and confused! Big shout out to @bilbosmom-belladonna’s Exactly What It Looks Like!

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Hmm, so I love writing an Alternate Universe. I love canon, but I really enjoy plopping them in a variety of situations and discovering how a change in circumstance might impact them. Looking at my tags on AO3, I tend towards Friends to Lovers as well! 

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Oh goshhhh! This is so tough because I have so many that I think about often, but the very top would have to be Is Your Light On? By Vio. The boys are imperfect in such a human way. Their motivations make sense even when their decisions have you screaming at your phone. Vio is also a master in subtlety. There is a treasure trove of subtext to parse through so reading any of their work is truly a remarkable experience. I also credit Vio entirely for my involvement in the Steddie fandom. My first piece of fanart was for IYLO. It’s the reason why I ended up connecting and making friends with other creators!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

There would be so much to explore through a Came Back Wrong fic! Either POV, really! The gnawing suspicion of someone you know who is acting strangely or maybe losing grasp of yourself after a tragedy. It’s a great opportunity to utilize an unreliable narrator, plus I really enjoy misleading readers or hiding things (either from the reader or from a character) until a big reveal.

What is your writing process like?

I always write a bullet point outline with the overarching plot and then pass through it over and over and over again, adding more details every time. Sometimes, I’ll be on a walk or cooking and an idea for a scene or piece of dialogue or interiority will pop in my head, so I pick up my phone and add a bullet point in the proper spot. I am always considering interiority, action, dialogue, and scenography as I plan and write. If the scene is hinging on a conversation, I’ll write that part first and then weave in the rest of it to make sure all my bases are covered! By the time I’m actually writing prose, I’ve got pretty well every scene figured out beat by beat.

Do you have any writing quirks?

At the beginning of the writing process, I often have the intention to keep a fic short… like in my current fic The Carnivorous Lamb, I literally told a few of my friends that I was just gonna write a quick n dirty one-shot and now I have no clue how long it’s going to be. For some reason, I can’t make em hook up without an in-depth character study!!

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I have no patience! As soon as I’m done writing a chapter and it’s been beta’d (shout out to Amy), I am raring to post.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Right Where You Belong will always be the one I’m most proud of, I think. It’s the first thing I ever wrote and even though I’ve learned a lot since that one, I am still so so proud of it. The timeline was complex (it’s a time travel au) so I had to thread things throughout it all and make sure the dates all made sense!

How did you get the idea for Dog Days of Summer?

Dog Days of Summer is actually the final installment of a series! The first part was a Tommy POV called A Piece of Something (You Think Is Gonna Last) which came from a list of prompts from a Valentine’s Exchange on a server I’m a part of. I wrote the first part over the course of a few days, and I couldn’t stop thinking of the little lake town and the silly characters living within it. A bigger story webbed out from that first part so I decided I’d write a different one for the exchange and explore the backstory more thoroughly through an Eddie POV (Peach Boy) and then a Steve POV (Dog Days of Summer) to then catch up to the events in the Tommy POV. So, I have CheshireDog to thank for the entire Boys of Summer series! More specifically, though, in Dog Days of Summer, Steve is finding his place in the world in a big way. It follows him over a span of six years while he falls in love with this town his family summers in and surprise surprise! He falls in love with Eddie, too! It was my first time doing a deep dive into Steve as a character. I partially wrote it as a challenge to myself to understand him more thoroughly and discover his voice!

When writing Dog Days of Summer, what was something you didn’t expect?

I honestly wasn’t expecting it to resonate with people as much as it did. Out of all of my fics, it was the one I got the most engagement on Tumblr with folks sending asks just to tell me how excited they were for the next chapter.

What inspired March Madness?

March Madness was written as part of Sub Eddie Week last year. I love Steddie in any combination: top, bottom, vers, sub, dom, switch! Let the boys have fun! I’ll read and write it all. But something about Sub!Eddie just clicks with me. From the beginning of this ship, Dom!Eddie fics have DOMINATED (is it tacky to wink here?). Currently, searching the tags on AO3, Dom!Eddie has 1,511 works whereas Sub!Eddie has 658. That event from last year added 118 to the pool! To think that one event is responsible for nearly one-fifth of that tag is pretty incredible. Don’t get me wrong, March Madness is a very silly fic. I love to bring humour into kink, because in my personal experience, I prefer it when there is an edge of humour and playfulness. That’s all to say that I don’t take myself too seriously in regards to this fic, but in the second chapter, I did want to represent submissive tops. I won’t make any grand statements here, but I think some folks equate domming with topping, which again, in my real-life experience just isn’t the case. If it were, then femdoms who receive wouldn’t exist. 

What was your favorite part to write from Peach Boy?

There’s a scene in Peach Boy—actually, it’s the scene that everything was building towards… Eddie is thirteen so his emotions and imagination are big and wild. He’s been driving himself mad over something so small and innocuous (finding peach pits lying around town in strange places) and he reaches a breaking point. I love writing Eddie’s interiority. He’s got such an over-dramatic, colourful, and unique voice, so finding ways to express that with odd turns of phrases and jaunty language is a blast. And when he’s thirteen, that just amps it all up ten-fold! In that particular scene, he loses control and his interiority bubbles up and bursts out of him in a very physical and silly way. It was fun to play with his awareness of his actions and to orchestrate how a moment stretches on or freezes or slips away from oneself.

How do/did you feel writing Fill My Lungs With Sweetness?

Super inspired! It’s a twist on Hanahaki and I did a bunch of research on the ancient Greek/Roman medicine system of humorism in which the human body is made up of four humors: blood, phlegm, yellow bile, and black bile. If anything is out of balance in a person’s life, a build-up or stagnation of any of these four things occurs in the body, and that’s how people get sick. I loved the marriage of humorism with Hanahaki—a physical manifestation of not expressing one’s love.  In this fic, rather than flowers invading a person’s lungs, it’s vines and sap. The illness first presents as an upper respiratory infection (lots of sticky, sappy, phlegm) and if you wait too long, you eventually lose the ability to speak because of it! Sorry if I’m nerding out too much here, but I’m a sucker for symbolism so I also tied the seasons in with it, and the phlegmatic humor is associated with winter! 

What was the most difficult part of writing Fill My Lungs With Sweetness?

I had finished writing one of the chapters of Fill My Lungs With Sweetness and sent it off to be beta’d, but something just wasn’t sitting right with me. Initially, I wrote a conflict culminating in a certain way, but when I started writing the next chapter it felt like I was trying to write myself out of a corner. So after chatting with Amy, I decided to rewrite a big chunk of it and switch up how everything shook out so I could approach things from a totally different angle that made so much more sense for the characters and story. I’ve encountered the same issue before while co-writing Late Bloomers with Amy. I just couldn’t get through writing a scene and we determined that it was just the wrong thing for the character to go through. In the planning phase, a scene or a decision might make sense, but as the story shakes out while writing the actual prose, things can definitely change. Sometimes you gotta scrap entire scenes and approach things from a different perspective!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

It’s a toss-up between the final scene of Right Where You Belong and the final three paragraphs of Dog Days of Summer. My favourite parts of writing a story are always the beginning and the end. Tying everything together into a satisfying conclusion is thrilling! I get a lil rush of serotonin from it I think.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Right now, I’m working on The Carnivorous Lamb. It’s ongoing and it’s the first fic I’ve really allowed myself to settle into the middle of the story rather than barreling toward the finish line. If you like age gaps, power dynamics, and kink exploration with a big helping of religious quandary, this may be the fic for you!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Mainly, I want to express my gratitude for the friendships I’ve formed through this fandom. It’s so inspiring and such a special thing to be a part of. And I’m honoured folks read my work at all, let alone get excited about updates. Having not found this hobby until my thirties, it really is a testament to never knowing what you might discover about yourself as the years go on! There are things you have NO CLUE you will love waiting for you in your future!

Thank you to our author, @arimakes, and our nominator! See more of WabiSabiPapi's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

I had an appointment at Annabelle’s Daycare today (with P.). I was looking for a free childcare place for my son. For children under 2 years, it's really difficult to get a place. But I had no other options. My parents were both still working full-time and Nico, well! What should I say? He was never there for us anyway. Everything that had to do with our little one was stuck on me. Anyway, back to the actual topic. Philip! 🤨

After my appointment, P. and I went to his place. My little one was at my Mom's. She had the day off, so I had some time to myself. To be honest, I wanted to talk to Philip about Bianca. Their separation came quite.... unexpectedly? I have often seen the two together and rather had the impression everything would be fine. Just like B., Philip didn’t really want to talk about the breakup. Instead, he changed the subject and started talking about N..

Philip: Why is this thing between B. & me so important to you?

Me: She fell in love with you and Annabelle also liked her. 😕🤷‍♀️

Philip: So??... Listen! I’ve tried, but B. and I are way too different. Sometimes it’s better to go separate ways... But what about you? Why are you still so sad about Nico? I told you he wasn’t cheating! And as it turns out, I was right! 🤨

Me: Still, he doesn’t give a shit about me! Besides, I’ve been really fucked up the last few months. All those pills, I-.... I had to struggle not to relapse. I was alone with our Baby. He didn’t care about any of it, and even when I was in the hospital, he never called me! 😒

Philip: He called your Mom, and me! I talked to him about you. You slept for almost 3 days. You were so sick that you didn’t notice.

Me: Why are you defending him? He was at a fucking party in France, while his son and I missed him here at home.

Philip: I'm not taking his side. But I know the pressure he’s under. You have to understand, it's not just playing soccer - money is also involved. They expect performance from him! Success! If he doesn’t make it, it’s.... over for him.

Me: Ya, ya.. It's ok! I got it! You guys all stick up for each other.😒

Me: You nuts?...... What’s gotten into you? 😮

Philip: 😄😄😄 C'mon! I didn’t really kiss you. I haven’t even opened my mouth. 😄

Me: Excuse me?

Philip: I just... pressed my lips against yours. 😆

Philip: I just wanted to show- or prove, that I’m not only on N’s side! You’re also my best friend, honestly, I care about you. 

Me: Why do you keep embarrassing me? 🫣... This wasn't your first time! It almost killed you last time. Just saying: Stair railings!!

Philip: No, no, no! That was a completely different situation at the time! I wanted to prevent you from marrying Daniel! 🤨

Me: Yk what? I’m curious how you will explain this to N.?🤨

Philip: Chill okay! I had no bad intentions and Nico knows it! But ok, fine! I will tell him! And you’ll be also there when I tell him!

Well, tomorrow N. comes home. Great timing, I’d say.

Previous/Next

[tulippanes]

mlist・❥・one

cw – mentions of blood and violence

The act of calming oneself can be, well, calming. It can allow one to breathe in a way they hadn’t done so before. You ached for that feeling, to feel a sense of tranquility in your life that had once been carefree. For the first time you did, so you’d naively thought that it’d be different this time. But nothing in life ever goes your way, no matter how much you wished it would. Sitting in the corner of your room, back leaning against the wall as you blankly stared at your closed door. In a way, it was to shut the world out in which you oh so craved. Ugly discolored splotches that throbbed and scrapes were scattered across your skin.

This time, it really was your fault. You yearned for the normalcy you’d owned, but yearning can only get someone so far.

Behind closed eyes, remnants of the rustic smell, of the taste, from that disgusting red liquid lingered. Blood. Your knuckles bloodied and injured as you watched the vital fluid drip down onto the concrete. Clenched fists slowly turn into trembling hands, heavy breaths mend into shaky ones.

Blood.

Blood

Blood

B l

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“I want to move.”

That day was the first day you ever uttered such words.

“Katsuki,” Mitsuki said. She was cleaning the dishes while Katsuki sat at the dining table. He paused mid bite into his food. He glanced over at his mother and raised a brow.

“Hah?”

“You remember your dad’s friend?” she asked as she placed a dish onto the dish rack. “The one we visited in the country side. There was a girl around your age there.”

He racked through his brain to try to remember. He shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth and chewed in thought. A lightbulb goes off in his head once he did recall that time they went on a trip to the country side. It was fuzzy though, since when they went he'd been little and all. “Oh, yeah,” he grumbled.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder and at him. “They’re moving to our neighborhood,” she stated.

“…And?”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes at her son and turned her head back around to continue her focus on the dishes. “Ugh. I don’t know why I bother telling you anything,” she mumbled.

“What was that?!” he barked.

“Nothing! Finish your breakfast or you’ll be late!” she barked back at him. He muttered to himself as he does what was told. He quickly ate his breakfast and exited his house with a gruff goodbye. There was something that pestered him in the back of his mind as he stalked towards the train station. He pondered to what his mom told him, about that family moving to his neighborhood. But as soon as it came, he brushed the thought off. It must be nothing, it was just a measly vacation he had when he was a kid.

Or, he thought it was nothing.

a/n after effects was NOT working w me bru this is y i procrastinate editing n e way visuals may be updated i was in a rush to get this out but side note so sorry ive been inactive it's been hell these past months

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[truelotus]

They met in college

Older ᢉ𐭩 Sosuke Aizen X reader

𓂃۶ৎ Context: Your a determined college student who will do whatever it takes for a 100 from your professor, Aizen. Even if that means going above and beyond.

𓂃۶ৎ warning: MDNI, Nsfw, smut/lemon, vaginal sex, unprotected sex + more

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to get back to your request, thank you for your request! I quite enjoy professor x adult!student lol

You could your anger bubbling up inside of you as you looked down at your paper, wrinkling the edges of it.

“A fucking 88?”

You always got 100’s on every assignment and every test you took. You were definitely one of the smartest students in the entire school, so seeing this B on your paper, made you angry.

And it’s not like you couldn’t handle a simple B, it was because you could never get an A in Mr. Aizen’s class..

You swear that he had it out for you.

He’d leave little notes on your graded paper saying what needs to be improved and what you could do to improve. And when the next test came around, you made sure to fix whatever needed to be.

But then he’d hand you the test back, turning it upside down with a smug smile on his face. “You got it next time.”

You’d complain to your friends about it and they would show you their test scores, it being higher than yours. And not trying to sound rude but they just weren’t as smart as you.. so what could you be doing wrong?

“I swear I’m gonna choke him.” You muttered under your breath as you carelessly put the paper into your bag, crinkling it even more maybe.

“Oh come on! Maybe you should just stop by his class and see if you can do any extra credit.” You heard over your shoulder, then suddenly an arm was wrapped around you.

Ichimaru Gin.

“Get off of me Gin, I’m not in the mood.” Gin has always picked on you for the fun of it. It was annoying, really annoying..

“Hmm, Maybe I can help you relax.” He said whispering into your ear, biting it gently. You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you.

“Don’t be so weird.”

“You act like we haven’t done stuff.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to do it again with you.”

“But we’ve done it-”

“Enough Gin.”

Gin stepped back, putting his hands up in the air in defense before smirking down at you. “Seriously though, Just see him after class and maybe he’ll give you something to do for extra credit.”

“Noted.”

Gin walked away, finally leaving you alone. You thought about staying after everyone left but for some reason you felt.. odd. Like if someone was looking at you intensely.

So you looked up, locking eyes with your professor.

He realized that you caught him starring so he smiled at you. That smile was incredibly annoying and fake. You know that he enjoys making you feel so small with these grades, he was doing this on purpose.

You fake smiled back at him, gathering your things. You erased the thought of staying after class, you were too frustrated to even speak to him after seeing his smile.

But as you were heading towards the door, he called out to you.

“Y/N, do you mind.. staying for a bit. I have some concerning things I’d like to discuss with you.”

You cleared your throat, putting on a sweet little smile and fixed your posture, “Yeah sure!” You walked back to his desk, standing in front of it now.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been distracted recently. Is it perhaps Gin?” Aizen was trying not to sound too pushy with his question. But he was trying to get as much information as possible from you.

You fiddled with the edges of your shirt, confused on why he was asking this anyway, “No, Gin is just fine.”

“That so? I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Are you two perhaps dating?’

‘Or are you perhaps just sleeping together?”

“E-Excuse me..?” Why was your professor being so pushy about your relationship with Gin, sure you’ve slept with Gin a couple of times but you two only slept together if either one of you were desperate for sex. But it was only that, but anyways.. why would he ask that? and what’s even weirder, how did he know.

“Did I go too far? Apologies.” Aizen leaned back in his chair, man spreading his legs. “Well anyways.. if you two are an item, it’s best if you leave it outside of school.”

“I don’t want you falling behind. I know you’re a smart girl, right? So don’t pay too much attention to him while in my class.”

His gaze on you was intense, extremely intense.. you could see how his eyes narrowed slightly at you, and he had the slightest smirk on his face.

“Uh.. thank you. But me and Gin are not an item, he drives me nuts anyways.”

You could see how his eyes changed, becoming softer now. “I see, well in that case..’

‘I know you are in need of some extra credit, stay after class tomorrow and I’ll give you some extra work to do.”

You slumped your shoulders, having a defeated look on your face. If you did okay on the tests and assignments, how well would you do with the extra credit assignment? “If I see that it’s really hard.. I’m gonna pass.”

“Don’t worry, It’ll be alright.”

You fixed your posture again, nodding at his response. “Okay then, I’ll stay after class tomorrow then.”

“That’s splendid.”

You were a bit nervous on staying after class today, and you couldn’t help but think like something bad was about to happen.

You only worried because of yesterday’s conversation with your professor, he was being extremely nosy about things and he has no right place to do so.

I mean, who asks their student if they’re sleeping with another student of theirs? Is that not strange..?

“You’re going to stay after class, Y/N?” Gin said as he walked over to you, with the same smile on as always. You picked your head up just to see him and nodded.

“Yeah, He said he’s going to give me some work to do extra credit.” Gin hummed in response and got closer to you, you could sense his lips hovering close to your ears.

“I hope you have something nice on.” Before you could question what he meant he already walked away from you, you could feel his hand go through your hair as he walked away.

“Fucking weirdo.”

You looked around and saw that everybody was gone, then you looked directly at Aizen’s desk. He was still sitting there of course, observing you.

His gaze felt uncomfortable, why was he looking that way at you? Was he going to give you some really hard assignment to do for assignment? Was the extra credit even worth it? You have a good grade in his class but you could do better. So maybe it was worth it..

And it wasn’t just that, you wanted to show him just how intelligent you are.

“Looks like everyone’s gone.” He got up from his desk, pushing himself. Then he walked to the door in such a formal manner. He peeked out of the classroom, looking left and right before shutting the door.

Then you heard him lock the door.

Your body stiffened up once you heard the door lock, and what made you angry was how excited you got once you heard it.

You hate this man, he purposely toys with you, with your grades. He knows how much you try in his class and how hard you try to improve, you shouldn’t be getting so excited like this.

“I just don’t want anybody to disturb us, you understand. Right?” Aizen motioned his hand over to you, signaling you to come to him, to his desk.

So you did, you were nervous, with each step you took, it felt like you were going into the lions den.

“I guess.”

“Come around the desk, I’ll have the assignment pulled out for you in just a second.”

You nodded, then slowly and nervously walked around his desk. You weren’t exactly sure what to do, but you were listening to him. Still trusting that he had an actual assignment for you.

You were too busy with your own thoughts, but then you quickly snapped back once you heard the sound of pants unzipping.

But before you could turn around, you were slammed right onto the desk, Aizen’s hand was on your head, pushing you down to the desk.

“You can tell me to stop,’

‘But this is your extra credit.”

So him fucking you in his class was your extra credit? Was he just doing this to have power over you still? Was he expecting for you to say no and you walk away with no extra credit?

These questions ran through your head as you continued to bend over his desk. But you weren’t going to let him have this, you weren’t going to give him what he wants.

“And you’re expecting me to say no?”

You arched your back, quickly pulling down your shorts, revealing him your panties.

“If this is my extra credit.. then I’m not going to say no.”

Aizen could feel his member twitch and harden even more, hearing you so determined, so confident.. it only made him even more excited. He wanted to take away that confidence, to make you feel small once again to him.

“That so?”

He placed his hands onto your ass, creasing it and looking at it like it was some type of art. “Nice panties.” He muttered out, rubbing your ass gently.

“Too bad they’re coming off.”

And with that little comment, he ripped your panties, revealing your wet cunt. You let out a gasp from the sudden sound of your panties ripping.

“You know, I’ve heard the way you’ve talked to me about your friends.” Aizen leaned over, whispering into your ear in a husky tone. Causing shivers to run down your spine.

“And what about it?”

Aizen smirked by your bratty response, then slapping your ass harsh, causing you to yelp. He had a wolfish smile on his face when seeing your ass slowly get red from his slap, his hand print showed up on it.

“It’s just funny. You seem to not have a problem with being in a position like this with me.”

“It is for extra credit isn’t it? I have to do whatever to get my grade up.”

“That’s right.” He said as he gently grabbed your leg, placing it on the desk, just so he could have a better view of your cunt.

“You hate me so much but here you are, dripping for me.” Aizen licked his fingers before slowly inserting them into your pussy, you could feel his fingers curling up inside of you, he was slow and gentle with you.

You let out soft moans, you weren’t ashamed of giving your body away for him. It was a grade after all, a grade you needed. And it’s not like you do this to every teacher.. and he’s attractive. So is there really a problem with it?

Once he was done with your pussy, he slid his fingers right out, he licked the juice off his fingers—slightly— “You taste amazing, have a taste.” And just like that, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

“See?” As he took his fingers out of your mouth it made a pop sound. You looked back at him, face flushed. “Just get on with it.”

You could hear a light chuckle coming from him and he smushed your face down to the desk. “So impatient.” He whispered under his breath, he took his cock in his hand, then tapped the tip of it against your cunt.

“Let’s see how well you take me then.” Slowly, he slid inside of your walls. He let you adjust to his size before he began moving. “You’re doing so well.” He grabbed your wrists then, putting them behind your back.

He pressed down, adding weight to your wrist so so you wouldn’t break free. But you weren’t going to break free anytime soon.

He was gentle at first, but you could hear the small groans escaping his lips every now and then. Your walls clamped down on him, making him bite his lip.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out, though it was a bit unsteady because of how much you were moving.

Each thrust he made sent you to heaven, though you could tell just how much he was holding back. He had his free hand on your hip, you could feel his nails digging into your skin.

As he thrusted himself into you, his thrusts became more rougher and faster.

The classroom was filled with slapping noises and moans from you—and grunts here and there from Sosuke— you were being very vocal about things right now, and Aizen didn’t mind. He was enjoying hearing your sweet moans and whimpers.

Aizen removed himself from your wrists, you could feel his hand slowly go up your stomach then to your breasts. He pinched your nipples and rubbed them gently.

His big hands felt warm on your breasts, you could feel him massaging your breasts as he continued to pinch your nipples.

Then he quickly got his hand out from your shirt, using his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair. Pulling your head back, he smashed his lips against yours, it was a sloppy and lustful kiss. His thrusts made the kiss only even sloppier.

He could feel himself getting close, and you were getting close too.

With just a few more thrusts, he quickly took his cock out and quickly flipped you over, lowering you down a little from his desk.

He came right on your face, he used your inner thigh as a napkin, smearing the rest of his cum onto your thigh.

“That’s your extra credit.”

“Gee.. thanks.” You were a mess and you were panting heavily, you were trying to steady your breathing but it was almost impossible.

Aizen put his still hard cock back into his pants, zipping his pants up. He leaned over to his desk drawer and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to you.

“Here. But I’d like for you to wash it in return.” You accepted it and wiped the cum off your face.

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

“Very well, you might get caught up with doing some extra work while doing so.”

“Fine by me, as long as I get a better grade in your class.”

“You’re impossible.”

I wrote this while on a trip, sorry if its a little dookie 😢

[helpimateenagerinlove]

i was all over her | matt sturniolo

a/n: I think im gonna make this a small series idk tho lmk also there is pov swiching

summary: lightly inspired by the song 'i was all over her'

warnings: just fluff, maybe angst idrk

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matt's pov

Nick and Chris are on a trip and I'm home sick. It's been chill these past few days but now that I'm not sick and they are still gonna be gone for a week I'm alone. I've been in the house doing nothing by myself.

There's a ding on my phone. I check it to see a text from my friend inviting me to a party tonight not too far from my house. He says it's gonna be a chill party so not too much out of my element. I reluctantly agreed to go just so I'm not by myself for a night.

I soon head out to the party and pull up to the house. There's not a ton of cars outside which eases my anxiety. I walk in and greet my friend, who comes up to me. I scan the room and see multiple small groups scattered around the room. I choose not to drink tonight just because I'm driving. So as my friend and his friends drink and play games in the kitchen I stand in a corner observing while listening to the music.

y/n's pov

Me and my friends cram into the small car to head to the party. We get there and all head to the kitchen to get drinks. I don't get time to scan the room before my friends pull me to go outside where most of the guys are. I stand near them while they talk to everyone. As soon as they aren't paying attention, I sneak away inside. I lounge on the basically empty couch looking around the room. I noticed many small friend groups scattered around the house before I noticed him. I see a tall guy standing in the corner with no one around him. He has beautiful brown hair and some stubble on his face. Wearing jeans and a tee with a flannel. I look away before he can notice me staring and I go on my phone.

matt's pov

More and more people slowly fill the room. My friend is still somewhere around, probably playing drinking games. I look around the crowded room and then my eyes fall on her. She's sitting alone on her phone. She's beautifully shaped and has gorgeous hair. Her eyes aren't too visible but you can tell they are stunning. I consider going up to her but get scared. Some time goes by and catch myself continuously taking glances at her. Every time I do she makes my heart stop. I build up the courage to go and sit next to her and introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm matt." I say nervously. She looks over at me and smiles. Her smile could kill me and I would be happy.

"I'm y/n." she says her name confidently and with enthusiasm. It makes me crumble. "I noticed you were standing alone, how come?"

"My friend is playing drinking games and I'm driving so I don't want to get involved." I reply and she looks as if she understands

"My friends are trying to get guys to bring them home and I don't want to be involved in that." She says.

"Oh, do you have a boyfriend?" My reply makes her look almost relieved.

"No I don't. I don't really try to get into a relationship." When she says that I get excited but don't show it. I decide to try and get to know her because both of our friends are doing something else.

When we talk it feels as if both of us are genuinely interested in what each other are saying. I was all over her and we didn't even have to hook up. All we did was talk. It goes on like that for awhile before her friend comes over and whispers something in her ear.

"Ill be right back." She leaves with her friend somewhere and I sit on the couch waiting for her to come back. I wait on the couch for awhile before my friend comes over and tells me that the party is dying down and we should go. Before I get up I scan the room for her but she is nowhere to be found.

The way home and all night I think of her hoping she was just as interested in me as I was in her.

y/n's pov

Turns out the quick trip to the bathroom with my friend ended up with us having to quickly get an uber and leave because she drank too much. I hated having to be dragged away from my conversation without explaining why I had to suddenly leave. I bet he's still waiting on the couch or left because he wasn't interested. The whole ride home I think of him. I text my friend who lives at the house and she says he left. I feel defeated because I was interested in him but he wasn't interested in me.

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a/n: I hope this isn't boring bc I want to make this a small series. lmk if you want a part 2 and if you like the switching povs.

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[bucksangel]

You didn't know they knew each other. Your very first crush was Bucky, met and flirted with at a few college parties. He had that panty-dropping charm and an even hotter ability to hold a smart conversation. But nothing more than ragged breath and growing need ever bloomed out of it at the time.

Your small obsession with Steve started when he jogged up the stairs of your building in the tightest t-shirt ever, all sweaty and slightly panting, just as you were suffering some horny phase. Each time you met your neighbor next, he appeared even hotter.

So really, it's kinda your doom, when one evening you leave your apartment only to stumble right into Steve and Bucky - who are kissing in the hall.

They pause, hearing your door close and your keys jangle. Two pairs of familiar eyes look up at you.

"Oh, it's you, doll!"

this is me immediately running over all of my other wips so i can make a new google doc👀👀