#( WC / 605 )

[kianbe]

PROJECT GREEN, PHASE 03 / INTERVIEW, RE: PROGRESSION

“so, kian, maybe you could start by telling me how project green has been for you. has dorm life been exciting?"

"project green has brought up a lot of emotions within me. for one thing, it's challenging because i've never done something like this before, especially taking on leadership roles, and living with guys who aren't family members, but i'm learning that, despite the obstacles, it's been a really fun experience, too!" he pauses, gazing off into space for a few moments to better collect his thoughts. "i love working on music with everyone, but i think what's been the most important thing, for me, is that... well, being around the others really reminds me of my childhood. i grew up in a big family, and that's what this feels like, too. in a way, it's been rather healing for me to come home every night to a full house. i really appreciate my hyungs for having my back, too."

“i see. and what were your thoughts on last month’s mission? you had two members take on the role of leader. did they guide you well? was there anything you felt as though you’ve learnt from them? has project green helped you get to know your members better?”

"last month's mission really proved that all of us definitely can work together as a team, and even if we made some mistakes and weren't as perfect as we wanted to be, i think for it being our first performance as a unit, we showed that we have a lot of potential!" kian hopes this answer isn't too generic, but it's genuinely how he feels. "the idea that we can all grow together, that there's nowhere to go but up, is exciting to me, too, because we're not going into this alone. i really appreciated siwoo and seojun during the last mission, siwoo especially because he brought a lot of strength to our team. seojun has a lighter touch, and i think that should be highlighted too! siwoo helped me feel more confident, and seojun put a lot of trust in me, which was comforting in its own way." "the thing about living with everyone is, whether we like it or not, we're learning about one another. bad habits, good habits, who takes the longest in the shower, who snores when they sleep... it's fun. at least to me! i feel lucky that i'm surrounding by so many cool seniors. they inspire me a lot to grow and be better myself!"

“got it! thanks kian. now onto this month’s mission. you’ve been chosen as the leader for this month, along with noel. how has it been like working with him? and as the youngest member, what has it been like, leading the older boys?”

"what i like about leading alongside noel is that we get to learn from one another, too. noel is a fantastic dancer and is super good with choreography. i'm better at singing and writing music. together, we create an ideal idol!" he grins, laughing. "i was more in-charge of 'the eye', and noel took on 'candy', and i think that helped us focus more on our strengths, and it allowed us to work more closely with the others, too." "i'm just glad that all of my hyungs put their trust in me; they lifted me up whenever i was feeling burdened. i'm the youngest, like you said, so i didn't want to let anyone down, which is why i set aside time to work with everyone on their vocal parts separately. giving each member a private 'lesson' with me seems to have boosted everyone's confidence in singing and rapping, and i'm glad it worked out!"

“alright. this month you’ll have to perform in front of fellow trainees, and senior idols. does that make you nervous? do you think the team will do a good job under your leadership?”

"performing is why we're all here, so i think this will be the most fun we'll have yet, especially since it's on halloween!" kian's optimism shines through, as always. "i tried my best to make sure that everyone's vocals, and confidence levels, are at a high for this showcase, and all i can hope is that they continue to trust me through the set. that's the only thing i'm nervous about; letting people down somehow." "all i wanna do is make the audience smile. at the very least, i think me and the others will be able to do that!"

[reocidal]

HONEYMOON PHASE — A. MIYA

cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.

wc; 605

"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.

"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.

"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."

a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.

"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."

he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.

"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wanna—"

"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.

"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.

you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.

you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"

you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."

he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"

"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."

"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."

"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."

"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.

"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.

"maybe," you reply, still laughing.

he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"

"and do what, exactly?"

"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."

"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."

he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please?"

you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.

I HATE THIS ITS SO HAPPY. kmsing. drop a like, rb and or comment if u liked this 🤔🤔 husband atsumu u could fix me

[hannieehaee]

How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?

If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired ♡♡

content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.

wc: 605

a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!

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"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."

"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.

chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.

"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.

"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.

you could only scoff.

"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"

joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."

"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.

it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.

it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.

you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.

but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.

you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-

"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.

you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.

"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"

you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.

"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.

"oh."

you felt a bit dumb now.

"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.

he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.

"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.

"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."

[jayparked]

85 and 92 with jake pleasseeeee 😩😩

warnings: fingering, semi public sex, language, enemies w/benefits, pet names, dirty talk, voice kink

wc: 605

loud moans push past your lips despite how hard you try to suppress them. you hate being in this position, hate how easily he gets you here, and hate how much you like it. the only good thing about jake sim is that he was somehow blessed by the finger banging sex gods. the way his digits piston in and out of your aching cunt has your thighs shaking, hands grasping onto him for some sort of leverage. it pisses you off that you even have to hold onto him, or look at him for that matter. but dammit he just makes you feel so, so good.

"try not to be so noisy, yeah?" chuckles jake, a little too smugly.

"shut up, jake. we agreed no talking," you bite back.

he leans closer to you, lips brushing against your ear as he drops his voice down to a coy, sultry murmur, "aw, c'mon. you don't want me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you get off on my fingers?"

fuck. fuck fuck fuck. that should not turn you on more. that should not have you shutting your eyes tight to avoid them from rolling back. which you're able to resist from doing. every part of your body is under your control. that is, except where it matters most.

"oh, baby look at you clenching around me. you like that? do you like the sound of my voice?"

"shut. up." you say through gritted teeth. you're half tempted to knee him in the dick. but that would mean acknowledging the very obvious tent he's sporting and if you think about that- fuck. you're already thinking about it. how girthy he is, the way you can feel his veins against your walls as he pushes his mushroom tip to the deepest parts of yourself

"c'mon, sweetheart. drop the spiteful act just this once. you can pretend we're not enemies just this once, can't you? for me?"

you consider it for a moment. just a moment.

"nice try but i'm not falling for it. just hurry up and make me come so we can go our separate ways like always."

your eyebrows furrow together as jake pouts, fingers slowing to a stop inside of you.

accepting that things are ending here, you grab your bag and pull your pants back up to your hips, swallowing how annoyed you are as you walk away from him.

"wait! y/n!" jake runs after you and grabs your arm, turning you back to face him.

"get used to the view, sim. i look best when i'm walking away from you.

"actually, i think you'd look even better under me. please let me properly fuck you. i'll show you i'm not a waste of time."

"if that's what it takes to get you to stop begging." you laugh softly, trying hard to ignore the feelings of endearment and flattery that are bubbling up to your chest.

"oh baby i'll beg for you all day if that's what you like. just say the words i'll be on my knees." and without hesitating, jake is on his knees, hands clasped together and shaking back and forth. those puppy eyes are impossible to resist, you can't deny it. so you laugh nervously instead, looking around you to make sure no one is seeing this pathetic sight.

"what happened to being enemies?" you say with a smile you just can't mask.

jake gets to his feet, brushing his hands on his clothes before looking at you with a wide, dorky smile.

"i'd like to skip to the lovers part. if that's okay with you."

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[girlscomehome]

after the first kiss

pairing: abby x gn!reader cw: fluff + (not rly sexual) kissing! winter/christmas + modern setting, ib the faye webster song, friends to lovers, referring to you and abby as the prettiest around, lazily proofread, and i believe that’s all! wc: 605 a/n: i know christmas passed and all… but i’m still feeling some lingering longing for christmas abby !!!!! masterlist | taglist

Oh, it was nothing short of enchanting. You felt as if you were floating on the lightest, most ethereal clouds, a sensation so tender it bordered on the divine. Yes, it was a cliché—a saccharine definition you might have scoffed at another time. But it was the truth—your truth. In that moment, nothing in the world could stop you, not with the lingering imprint of Abby’s lips, soft and warm against yours, still igniting your senses.

It unfolded with an agonizing slowness that still felt far too fleeting, leaving you yearning for time to stop, to stretch, to hold. You wished, pathetically and earnestly, that someone had captured it—a moment so profound that historians would immortalize it, waxing poetic about the soul-lifting, almost religious wonder of it all.

Abby had invited you to the Winter Wonderland at the local mall, a charming outdoor festival where the air smelled of spiced cider and pine. Grubby kids darted about, teens giggled nervously on first dates, and adults wandered in search of the perfect tree to adorn their living rooms. But you and Abby? You hovered somewhere between those two worlds—caught in the giddy uncertainty of “firsts” yet entirely certain that the prettiest thing in that snow-dusted field was each other.

You’d been friends for so long—close enough to know each other’s quirks, to share endless laughs. So why did this feel so unnervingly new? You ambled aimlessly through the rows of trees, trading silly jokes and snatches of laughter, the kind of mindless joy that made the cold seem warmer. But then, somewhere between the laughter and the quiet, your steps faltered. The air shifted.

Perhaps your body knew before your mind did, sensing that this moment would mark the start of something you’d never forget. Abby turned toward you, her gaze soft yet electric, her puppy-dog eyes drawing you in like a spell you were powerless to resist. And then, with a quiet boldness, she leaned in, and her lips met yours.

It was brief but breathtaking. Not messy, not hurried—just soft. Sweet. The faint taste of the candy apple you’d shared lingered between you, a whisper of sugar on her lips. You hadn’t known a kiss could be perfect until that moment.

When you pulled away, your breath caught, and you opened your eyes to find her staring back at you. Her cheeks flushed pink against the winter chill, her pupils wide, and her lips curved into a crooked, lovesick smile. The sight melted you, leaving your heart dripping like snow under a warm sun.

“Again?” she asked, her voice soft, almost shy.

You blinked—once, twice, and then a third time as the word echoed in your mind.

Again? Again. Again.

Your head bobbed in an eager nod, and she laughed—a quiet, musical sound you wanted to capture and keep forever. Before the moment could slip away, you kissed her once more.

This time, her hands cradled your face with purpose, her fingers warm against your skin. Your own hands found her cheeks, your thumbs grazing their soft curve. The kiss was another meeting of softness—so sweet, so unhurried. Yet it carried a depth that reached beyond the physical, as if your souls were finding one another, intertwining in ways words could never capture.

When she pulled back to catch her breath, her forehead rested against yours, her lips curling into a smile that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Are you free again later this week?” she murmured, already weaving plans for your next adventure between breaths.

You smiled, your heart swelling with the certainty that, like her kisses, this was only the beginning.

[akutasoda]

Can I request hcs with kurapika, chrollo and feitan with a s/o who has an illusion like ability? Like they go through someone’s memory if they have a sample of their dna they can make realistic illusions and replay the same memories? Sorry if it’s too specific

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synopsis - how are they with an s/o who has nen based around illusions

includes - kurapika, chrollo, feitan

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst??, maybe ooc, wc - 605

a/n: it's not too specific! the more details the better!

kurapika kurta ★↷

↪originally, he thought you're nen was extremely dangerous. when he first met you, he became extremely wary because kurapika was uncomfortable knowing that you could easily access his memories - and he didn't trust you one bit.

↪even when he got to know you a bit more, he still couldn't bring himself to fully trust you. he had a lot of memories that could easily cause him to become vulnerable and he feared you'd use that to your advantage.

↪same went for you being able to create a realistic illusion. he didn't trust you not to trick and decieve him - especially if you were a potential spy for the spiders.

↪it took a very long time, and a lot of promises, for him to actually trust you not to decieve him.

↪and so now he can see your nen as useful and rather cool. kurapika may even ask you to help him track down the spiders but he wouldn't want you to get so involved.

↪even though he doesn't like you using your ability on him, he wouldn't mind so much if you replayed a memory of you and him - especially after a long day or on a special occasion.

chrollo lucifer ★↷

↪again, initially he saw you as a major threat - if you chose to pick the spiders as an enemy of course. although, he also saw you of great use to them if you decided to help them.

↪perhaps took the longest to fully trust you, you had alot to prove to him before he could even consider you an acquaintance. chrollo had alot he didn't want you knowing, namely protecting the spiders and his own little secrets.

↪even if you chose not to be directly connected to the spiders, you are still his partner and so sometimes he does ask you to help them out if your nen is useful for that situation.

↪chrollo makes it very clear that you are not to use your ability on him. while he does trust you to, he would just prefer you to leave his memories alone - the only exception is when he wishes to revisit a specific memory with you.

feitan portor ★↷

↪for a third time, he kept extreme caution with you when he first met you. to him, you were dangerous. to not only him but the rest of the spiders and he wasn't going to be responsible for their secrets getting out.

↪it took him a long time to fully truat you being around him yes, but probably not as long as the previous two. yes he was wary, but he had confidence that you wouldn't risk your life for a mere friendship, and more, with him.

↪he wouldn't mind if you chose not to associate with the spiders, it was your choice not his. but if you did, then he'd gladly recommend you to chrollo and you probably would have zero issues joining.

↪very rarely, if he knew you were okay with it, feitan would ask for some assistance with certain 'interrogations' - torturing people with old painful memories made it much easier to gain information. but only if you agreed.

↪he wouldn't exactly jump at the idea of letting you view his memories and such, he wouldn't be opposed to it if you asked.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Hey Stacey, can I please request smut prompt #5 for Roman Reigns x female Plus size reader. And can you please use his real name, Joe ❤.

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Use of his real name, Joe.Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (f receiving). Sex against a window. Creampie.

Requested by @miss-kuki-nz

WC: 605

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#5: “I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

"Joe, you can't be serious." She said to me as I was kissing and biting her neck.

"I am more than serious gorgeous." I mumbled against her neck, my hands running up and down her sides, grabbing her ass through her panties.

We just got back from a party, and she has been driving me insane since before we even left our hotel room.

She came out in a dress that I knew she didn't feel overly comfortably in, but fuck, she looked gorgeous and I told her that, as well that we should miss the party all together and just stay here.

Me between her legs all night long.

We left the party early because I just couldn't take it any longer. The moment we were alone, back in our room, my lips and hands were on her, pulling her dress off her body faster than she could blink.

Right now, she is just in a blue, lacey set, with her black heels on.

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

I repeated myself as I freed my cock from the confines of my dress pants, jerking it up and down as I took a step back to look her up and down.

She was trying to cover her stomach once more, which I told her to stop.

"Now, turn around, hands on the glass, keep the heels on, and stop trying to cover yourself up. You are fucking gorgeous and you drive me wild."

My mind flashed back to last night. Me laying on my back, her hovering above me as I ate her out, coaxing her to sit on my face and when she did, I moaned, loudly, going to town on her, making her cum so much on my tongue as she grinded against my face.

Once she did as I asked, I rubbed my cock against her pussy, groaning softly to myself at how wet she was for me already.

I slowly pushed in, my eyes closing as I bottomed out inside of her. She flung her head back, her moaning my name as I kissed her shoulder, muttering how well she was taking me.

"Joe, not gonna last long." She whimpered, her pussy squeezing my cock tight, making me swear under my breath.

I stepped closer, forcing her body to go flatter against glass.

I pulled my hips back and thrust back in, my hips grinding against her plush ass. I did this a few times, each time drawing a gasp from from her each and every time.

I could see the cars and people down below, no idea that two people were fucking against the window.

I picked up my pace as I could feel her pussy fluttering around me. I needed her to finish before me.

"Joe, almost there baby." She cried out as I placed my hand against her throat and gently squeezed.

"Yes, I can feel you. Cum for me baby. Cum for me, now." I groaned, demanding her to cum as I am just about there.

She cried out my name, her body shaking as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock so fucking tight I swear I saw stars.

I stilled as I came, moaning her name, loudly, letting go of her throat as I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my body, as the two of us caught our breath.

"I love you Joe." She said to me, as I pulled out of her. I turned her around in my arms, kissing her gently.

"I love you too, gorgeous."

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[enlynstory]

⟢ 𝒩𝑜 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹

Shipping: non-idol Yang Jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Yang Jungwon, a hopeful and kind young man, unexpectedly becomes the love interest of a girl who’s been struggling with rejecting people.

Warnings: self isolation, fear, betrayal, ex friendships. lmk if there are any more please and thank you :)

Wc: 605

It wasn’t unlike her to shut people out; in fact, it was something she did effortlessly. She wasn’t a people person. The mere idea of showing even a hint of care for someone especially when she felt no tendency to irritated her to her core.

She lived by a motto: "Better alone than surrounded by false connections." It was a belief forged from a painful past, one that had shaped her reluctance to let anyone in.

That was until she met him.

She met someone who shared kindness and cooperation, someone who didn’t care if she tried to push him away, someone who was willing to fight for her. She met Yang Jungwon.

The two had met in a college class. They were paired together for a three-week business project, and it wasn’t like she could turn him down—it was the final project, so she had no choice but to work with him.

He had noticed her before, in class. He always thought she was pretty and seemed kind, but he never had the chance to talk to her.

When the partners were announced by the professor, he waited, hoping her name would be called.

“Yang Jungwon and… Y/N.”

It was a relief to him when it was her, but what he hadn’t expected was that she barely spoke and seemed reserved when he approached her for the first time.

He noticed how she didn’t even look at him. She was silently staring down at the notebook on her desk.

“Y/N, right?”

At the time, he frowned, finding himself thinking about that encounter more than once. It didn’t take long for him to realize she didn’t like people.

One afternoon, the two of them sat in a coffee shop when a family with two loud kids walked in.

“I hate people,” she said.

He laughed at how bluntly she said it, and for once, he saw her smile.

He began to notice how she looked whenever someone tried to talk to her after class—how she seemed to disregard their presence. He saw the fear in her eyes when someone even walked by.

“I don’t like to intrude on people’s lives, but… why are you so afraid of getting to know someone?”

She was taken aback by his question. It was just another project session, the usual Mondays they spent together.

“My past,” she said.

It wasn’t like him to pry, but this time he did. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“My best friend betrayed me after she grew tired of supporting me. She shared my personal struggles with others for attention.” She sighed loudly. “It hurt more than any other pain I had felt before, so I decided to shut everyone out.”

If he had noticed that last project session would be their final one, he would have seen the sadness in her eyes.

She had grown accustomed to him, and it made her feel strange. The simple thought of being around him seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders. But in the end, she knew she had to let him go for her own sake.

The day after they submitted their project, she saw him walk into class. She immediately looked away, knowing their time together was over.

Of course, Jungwon noticed. He always did.

He saw how she immediately looked down at her notebook when he walked up to her.

“You’re not trying to get rid of me now, are you?” he asked with a grin.

It was just like Yang Jungwon to notice, because unlike everyone else, he didn’t want to be the one she pushed away.

[AN]

This is my first story, yayyyy!!!! I’m not sure…how but this was a quick thirty minute write, so if you find any errors please feel free to correct them!! All the help is greatly appreciated!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you for reading💖

[sh4rkkks]

chapter 1- The Grudge

simon ghost riley x reader

The warehouses and hideaways are engulfed in the burning flames screaming at you from outside the small window, every last bit of yourself burning with the evidence of what used to be. Mind taken by the whirring blades above you, you momentarily forget the reason you're headed to the large military base.

heartless. That's what you're supposed to be in this ruthless world, protecting yourself against the ones you're meant to see as an enemy.

"Welcome, lieutenant Indigo." The man has a soft smile on his face, covered by the brown mustache that swallows his upper lip. His eyes are soft, small creases from his smile indenting his fair skin. His voice is gruff, a heavy English accent accompanying his formal greeting. "Captain John Price." You feel the callouses against his hand, the tough skin scratching into the firm handshake he gives. "Nice to meet you, sir." Your lips curl up into a small smile of your own, letting your hand drop back down to your side.

The base is small, a quaint comparison to your old assignment. Soldiers walk the halls, chatting amongst themselves or rifling through a file as they walk with haste. You nod along with the captain, listening to every bit of frankly useless information he's feeding you about the rooming system on base while your eyes follow your feet. 

Price stops, ushering you over to the side where another soldier stands. “Soap, this is your new lieutenant.” a shorter man– yet still taller than you– glances you over. He's got a mini mohawk, piercing blue eyes, and hell of a lot of sass. “Does Ghost know ‘bout this?” His Scottish accent is thick, making your eyes widen a tad when he speaks. “Nice to meet you, too.” You purse your lips, a small indication of annoyance after he dismissed the introduction Price gave you. 

He flashes you a grin, clearing his throat before stretching his hand to you. “Sergeant John Mctavish.” his accent might be even thicker as he speaks in a more formal manner. You shake his hand, cocking your head to the side. “Soap?” you question the nickname, a small snicker leaving your lips. He turns to Price, glaring at him. “Aye, you fuckin’ bastard.” 

“This the new lieutenant?” Another English accent joins the conversation, a respectful smile on his face as he looks at you. “Did everyone kno’ ‘bout this except for me?” Soap exclaims, his arms waving out dramatically.

 “Sergeant Kyle Garrick.” His introduction is met with another handshake, a softer grip compared to the other two. “You meet Ghost yet?” he shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. You cock an eyebrow, face scrunching together in confusion. “Ghost?” The name feels weird on your tongue, the syllables rolling off in a familiar manner. “She's not met him, no” Price answers for you. Okay now you're even more confused. ‘Ghost’? As in someone's name?  “I suppose you should meet the other lieutenant.” Price nods his head down the hall, ushering you to follow him. Other lieutenant? 

“Simon.” Price’s knuckles rap on the door, the name plate beside it reading; ‘lieutenant riley’. At this point you're a confused mess, deciding from now on to just refer to everyone by their callsign. A few seconds later the door is opened, and standing at a good 6’4 is a behemoth of a man dressed in all black, a skull hiding his face. “Ghost, meet your partner, lieutenant Indigo." Price introduces you. Ghost’s eyes narrow at you, what you can only guess is a displeased expression on his face. This is going to be interesting. 

wc: 605

authors note: hi guys! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the fic, sorry if it feels a bit rushed! let me know any comments or suggestions that you may have to better the story please!! 🙏

[formulawonu]

mingyu & shopping

summary: best friend!mingyu is arguably the best thing that has ever happened to you but everyone else is in love with him so you have the lucky privilege of humbling him all the time 

a/n: i wanted to post this on mingyu day but i clearly didn’t make it ://  just a small blurb for our birthday boy. belated happy birthday, gyu. i hope you’re smiling everyday <3 also this isnt proofread sorry! also thank u for 500 followerssssss <3 <3 <3

wc: 605 😸

“not everything looks good on you, kim mingyu. reel it in a little.” 

—and that makes lie number three you’ve told your best friend today. the first was telling him how tiring it was seeing his face every morning when he picked you up (it was actually the best part of your otherwise dreary day) and the second was you telling him you didn’t care if he asked this one girl out (it bothered you more than it should have).

mingyu makes eye contact with you in the mirror and scoffs at the look on your face. “i don’t know why i always bring you along with me. you never say anything looks good on me.” he starts angling himself and squinting at the mirror, probably trying to figure out if he really didn’t look good in the outfit. 

it was funny to you that mingyu took everything you told him to heart. whether it be teasing him on how clumsy he could be to how much of a closet dork he was, his reactions to it all always made you laugh. you befriended mingyu in the fifth grade because you were the lone person who had the guts to tell him being tall wasn’t as big of an advantage as he thought it was; you thought it just made him more susceptible to being bossed around to do favors for everyone else shorter than him. he bickered back, saying you were just jealous because you were shorter than him. you replied saying you didn’t want to have his height if it meant not being able to handle the truth of the matter. 

that was the first time someone wasn’t praising mingyu for the things he was simply born with. he thought you were being real and you thought he was cute. it was the perfect dynamic to becoming best friends.

“that’s what best friends are for,” you say. you flash him a smile and he rolls his eyes. “you know i’m hopelessly in love with you regardless of how ugly you look in that sweater anyway.” 

your best friend groans then turns away from the mirror to face you. he starts striking the silliest poses at you (still managing to look good, you add in the back of your head.) he sends you a genuine smile. “i know. and i love you too.” 

your heart flutters even when you know he doesn’t mean it in the way you wished he would. you continue to watch him try on clothes, happily content with wasting away your saturday afternoon like this. 

“are you excited for our date tonight?” he asks you as he pays for his clothes at the register. 

“i’m always excited when you’re paying.” you reply.

mingyu jokingly frowns. “sometimes i feel like you’re just using me for my money.”

“okay, but who else will put up with you?” 

he reaches over and pinches your cheek, knowing you hate it when he does that. you attempt to swat his hand away but he catches it and interlocks your fingers. the cashier looks at the both of you and smiles as she hands over his bag of clothes and receipt. mingyu takes it with his free hand. “you two are so cute. enjoy the rest of your day!” you’re about to protest but mingyu simply says thank you and pulls you out of the store. 

as you walk down the street with your best friend, still hand in hand, you let yourself revel in the simplicity of the moment. this would do for now – maybe forever – as long as it meant always having kim mingyu by your side.

[smuttyelectricwheelchair]

luz de mis ojos

summary - - - just a oneshot of sweet domestic life . . . ooc!miguel x chubby!male!reader (cock and balls)

content warnings - - - blindsided by horny miguel . . thats about it !

wc - - - 605 (lil baby)

miguel loves you very, very much, and he almost never lets you leave your home of nueva york or barely even your shared apartment. you've gotten used to it by now, and are comfortable in the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings in the city, as you've made the whole place much more cozy. on one shady evening, when the moon is hanging low in the sky and the horizon is a sweet shade of dusty blue, you're trying to figure out where you put the red measuring spoons for your latest chicken-preparing adventure. you hear a click after a beep on the other side of the kitchen wall, and you know it's not the housekeeper, because the housekeeper doesn't groan, grunt and moan every time she steps foot in the door.

"sweetface, ohhh, my sweetface," you can hear the tension in his voice and the scowl on his face, "what did i ever do to desrve the things these kids make me put up w-" he stops. "what smells so damn good?"

you smile and reach even harder into the top shelf of your highest cabinet and almost fall off your stepstool, when suddenly you feel two huge arms wrap around you and hold you tight. even though you're a bigger guy, you always loved how easily miguel could snake his way onto you.

"hey, honey!" you exclaim, "guess what? i brushed up on some spanish today!" you turn to face miguel and hug him around his oh-so stiff neck. he relaxes, but only a little.

"really, mi tesoro? then what if i told you to quítate los pantalones y déjame saborearte, huh?" he grins at his own stupid joke and looks up at you with a smidge of beady redness in his eyes.

"okay, well, i understand 'pants', and i understand that look on your face," you sigh exhaperatedly. "what did they do to you this time, mig?" you let go of his neck and move to loosen his almost desperate grip on your waist when you're abruptly lifted into the air and slung over miguel's shoulder.

"hey, hey, hey! just what the hell do you think you're doing, miggy!?" your lover gently takes and tosses you onto his and your bed, making sure not to hit your head on the headboard. "miguel o'hara! what is your pr-"

"shut the fuck up, luz de mis ojos. please, please-" he kneels on the bed and crawls slowly toward you, placing one of his rough, taloned hands on your hip and shifting a claw underneath your waistband. "i need you so bad right now, please." miguel drags his gaze over your body and meets your eyes, stopping his movements to wait for a response. you're less than surprised, and honestly a little turned on.

"well," you start, "promise me you'll tell me about your day over dinner.." you lean forward and hook your index finger on the collar of the crewneck he always wears in public, pulling him closer, "and i'll let you do whatever you want to me, querido." miguel's irises set ablaze a fiery crimson. he moves at the speed of light on top of you, reaching his cheek to meet yours, and to whisper in your ear.

"prometo."

miguel rips a clean line down the side of your boxers, making you shiver at the sudden air chill. in a quick and precise set of actions, o'hara yanks down your him-themed underwear, lifts your tank top off your body and leans up and back to rest on his knees in-bewtween your legs, admiring the view only he gets to soak up.. only him.

you see him working it out in his head-

what he's going to do to you.

[hoonoflife]

hello stranger. ⠀ ⠀ pairing ; nonidol! riki nishimura x gn! reader. ⠀ genre ; fluff, strangers to friends. ⠀ ⠀ wc ; 605 words.⠀ ⠀ warnings ; none. ⠀ ⠀ author’s note ; originally for martin vid, reuploaded.

CROWDED PLACES — loud crowded places — wasn’t the usual go-to scene. you’ve always opted for the coziness of your home; no noise, no anxiety. just you and the warmth of multiple blankets and stuffed animals.

your friends had invited you to dinner one weekend, and though you were hesitant since you had no cash, you had said yes after your friend offered to pay for you.

when you got there, the restaurant was somewhat empty until your huge group of friends arrived. you felt bad for the host at the stand, a large group bursting with energy at a quaint restaurant had to have given the man a headache.

while your friends rushed to sit down at the large table, you sat near the end with some strangers — err, mutuals, if you will. this one stranger, though, he really caught your attention. he was dressed in all black, his t-shirt somewhat hugging his frame, his jet black hair fell over his eyes a bit, and his face was adorned with the prettiest freckles. the way you stared at him would have creeped out most but he didn’t notice, too busy making conversation with an acquaintance of yours.

instead of making new friends, you decided to watch a netflix series on your phone while eating your food. the guy in front of you stole a few glances, before softly tapping your hand with his index finger, garnering your attention, which it did. you paused your show and placed your phone face down to show your eyes were now on him.

“you enjoying yourself over there?” he chuckled, his voice deeper than you imagined.

with a small smile, you shook your head. “not really…”

the boy leaned over the table, his eyes scanning the rest of the party before focusing on you. “wanna ditch them?”

you tilted your head, your brows furrowed in confusion. “what?”

he laughed at your confusion, which you did not find funny.

“let’s ditch them. they’re not gonna notice.”

and he was right — you guys slipped away in secret. though you remembered your friend was paying for you, and you told the mystery boy that, he said it was no biggie. he paid for his drink and your food before the two of you ran away to the nearest playground. it was darker than anticipated, given that it was almost 11 pm, but the two of you didn’t mind.

you didn’t even know the guy but the way you guys played around on the play set made it seem like the two of you were the best of friends.

as the night grew even darker (as dark as it could get), the two of you grew tired. you both sat at a bench nearby the play set, your head rested on the boy’s shoulder. something told you were crossing a boundary and you felt guilty for leaning up against a complete stranger but the way he fixed his posture to adjust to your tired state washed some of that guilt away.

“hey,” the mystery spoke up. “you never told me your name.”

that’s right; you guys hadn’t exchanged names in the time you’ve been together.

“oh! i’m y/n.” you looked up at the boy through your lashes, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster.

he softly whispered your name before smiling down at you, his eyes forming small crescents as he did. “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m riki.”

riki.. riki.. his name replayed in your head a bunch of times before he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“we should do this again sometime. this was nice..”

“yeah.. we should..”

[zorosbeau33]

Simplicity~ Eijiro Kirishima Imagine

❖ MHA/BNHA, Kirishima x Gender Neutral reader

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❖ wc: 605

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Twirl about in the golden glow of the late sun's last rays. Bare feet reshaping the golden mounds below you, letting the wind caress your cheek while your eyes half close. A melody playing in your mind only you would know, limbs outreached for a tender embrace. Hair rustling as sweetened tones of mirth and joy rolling past your lips. The world seemed to fall away, lost in the magic of the moment.

His eyes never left you, fingers reaching forward, brushing, grasping, and gently warming against yours. The sand still warm beneath his feet as he danced in and out of the surging waves and along the seashell-speckled shoreline with you. Lips turned up at the corners as he dipped and quickly spun you around. Your mirth ringing out louder as the laughs leaving you turned to squeal, Kirishima's hold tightening as he lifted you higher into his embrace. Nothing in this world would ever be so nice as spending a moment with you. Heart hammering in his ribs filling him with vital life-bearing oxygen, Kirishima darted down the beach carrying you away from the crashing waves and back up towards the house overlooking the water. Your attempted escape had failed, and you both were completely fine with it. Locked in a joking war of feigned struggle and playful scolding.

Your friends watched on from above and jeered, or cheered, calling you both to dinner and back into the ring of people gathering on the deck. Kirishima however took his time, for as quick as he had run after you, he was merely walking back now with you securely over his shoulder. Trouble maker captured, one hand resting just shy of your ass. The weak whines you let out and the tiny wiggled kicks makes him merely laugh harder. 

“Come on babe~ Give it up you’re stuck now!” Kirishima set you down gently, touching down on the cool wood of the back deck by the pool. “Dinner time~”

Being a good player if a tease, you made a fuss of pretending to acquiesce, leaning into his side as you caught your breath. Cheeks stinging from wind and lack of oxygen, Kirishima was warm and solid. His arm slipped around your hips as he calmly talked to your friends and gathered a drink for you both to share. Every touch gentle and adoring, his eyes sparkling in the sunset as you all gathered together to celebrate the first day of your vacation together. The smiles on everyone's faces only make the love you shared with him and them grow stronger. 

“Someday we’ll have to gather together like this again.” Chuckled Denki dodging a pool noodle from Bakugo.

“Maybe it's hard for all of us to get off for a week like this though.” Sighed Momo regretfully.

“You won’t have an option someday, because all of you will have to come to our wedding!” The happy statement from Kirishima’s lips was casual enough but took most by surprise. He however kept smiling and started excitedly talking about the plans you all shared for tomorrow, he’d never parasailed before hopefully he wouldn’t freak out. Statements like these came so easily to him, just as easily as he found himself cuddling into your shoulder as you all sat around the fire pit that night watching the stars roll by. “I can’t wait for more days like this.”

His whisper was perhaps meant for no one at all, but you heard him as he gently nosed into your shoulder content in the simple knowledge that yet again tomorrow he would be waking up to another day spent with you.

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[tokusaatsus]

s. kanata — thalassophobia

warnings: drowning, suicidal thoughts, cult mentions

The endless yearning for the ocean is something so integral to his being, that Kanata doesn’t know how to live without it. When you spend your entire life in the absence of something, it starts to define you.

Emptiness, synonymous with Shinkai, 深海 the deep sea. A curse. Kanata, 奏汰, so out of reach.

The salt of his tears is comparable to the taste of the sea and he relishes in it, if only to feel—if only for a little while.

Desire has taken root in his heart.

For as long as the god-boy known as Shinkai Kanata has existed, he has always wanted for something. Companionship, care; all those simply a far-off pipe dream.

What can a god know about the pursuits of mortals? The nature of love is beyond him—unconditional affection seems more fictitious than the idea of a boy-god who emerged from the sea, because he has never had anything that did not come from a system of exchange.

Of course, there is the issue of the anomaly. As in, someone whose wish he cannot grant. There are more of those than you would think. Morisawa Chiaki is one of them.

You are another.

You are soft. Too soft, he might say. You’re so used to swimming freely along the surface, that you don’t think to look for the sharks lying in wait underneath until they’re lunging for your exposed underbelly.

Kanata cannot fathom why you would refuse his offer. That is his purpose in life, what makes him. Is there any use to a god who cannot do the feats his followers boast of?

He beseeches you. Please, let me grant your wish. You reply, no thank you. There’re some things that just seem too good to be true, and you’re one of them.

Your fingers brush against his as you walk past. He expects that to be the end of it but you smile at him in the hallways when you pass him by and sometimes, he smiles back.

You would think, after all these years, he would have gotten used to it. That loneliness. But Kanata is greedy. More, more, he wants more.

It’s addictive, is what it is. Like submerging yourself beneath the waves and letting them close over your head, one with the ocean at last. Like feeling your lungs burn with a lack of oxygen as your heart beats a panicked staccato in your ribcage, trying to keep those bubbles from escaping. Like feeling the water envelope you, five senses and all, until all that you can think of is the vast, endless blue and—I’m going to die here.

Then the war happens and suddenly, in the midst of the Eccentrics (Rei-Wataru-Shu-Natsume) and Chiaki (hero) and Tenshouin Eichi (angel), you are there.

A sanctuary. As soothing as the waves, his heart soon fills its empty spaces with you, you, you.

He aches for you. It’s still addictive, yes, but slightly different this time. Like desperately scrabbling for the shoreline as your body compresses itself. Like breaking the surface and taking in the rush of air that follows. Like clawing yourself onto the sand, drenched and exhausted but—I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.

In the race to the end, he cuts himself on crushed shells hidden underfoot. The brine of the ocean stings. But still he keeps pressing onwards, because there behind the finish line he sees you.

He stumbles right into your waiting arms. Maybe his sufferings are finally over. And the path to salvation is, in his mind’s eye, littered with pictures of you. As he sinks into your embrace, Kanata thinks; peace, at last.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 605 words

reze txt. hm. it seems i am not immune to sea metaphors. i am also not immune to a boy who thinks he's a god. i need to study him. i need to blenderise him. hi 🦢

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