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soonyoung as a girl dad

girl dad! soonyoung fluff, smut (just a lil), requested warnings: reader has a womb, soonyoung absolutely whipped for his baby girl, mentions of him wanting a lot of kids, sex (again, i tried) wc: 925 author's notes: thank you, anon, for requesting this, because i loved it way too much. i got carried away a lil heh, but i hope you enjoy this. (and i might do a boy dad! soonyoung too, maybe)

girl dad! soonyoung who starts jumping up and down in excitement when he sees his little baby girl. he is emotional of course, but his happiness somehow overpowers with the way he keeps smiling giddily and kisses the little baby in his arms. runs over to you to tell you how adorable she looks with his eyes and your smile, but he talks so fast that you cant really keep up with him, but just keep smiling because his happiness is so damn contagious.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always so ready to shopping for baby items. he was so so excited to buy a little rocking cot for the baby before the delivery. now he buys a ton lot of plushies and toys, and you only notice at the checkout that most of them are tiger shaped ones.

girl dad! soonyoung who disappears almost immediately when you enter the clothes shop, only to return 10 minutes later with not one, not two, but three matching tiger onesies, complete with hood and all. you dont even argue with him because you know he's been waiting for this. hell, he'd been planning this ever since he's fucked a baby into you. buys a LOT of more matching clothes, but he's always eyeing the onesies with the brightest of smiles.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always around you and the baby, cooing and giggling at her while telling you jokes. he has his hands interlinked with you whenever you're together, and you know he'll he around to offer you as much help and support you need during this difficult time.

girl dad! soonyoung who learns from his mom, how to take care of your baby. learns about how to feed her, when to feed her, how to burp her, how to change her diapers, how to know why she's crying. he rushes over whenever she starts crying at night, but not before telling you to go back to sleep and that he'll handle it.

girl dad! soonyoung who dresses her up in her tiger onesie when his friends and family come over to meet her. when they arrive, they find the door open and the first thing they see when they enter is two and a half tiger looking people. jihoon asks you to blink twice if you need help, and you cant help but shake your head and sigh watching soonyoung keep up his tiger persona.

girl dad! soonyoung who feels like she grew up within the blink of an eye, and starts missing her baby days when she becomes one year old. but at the same time, he starts to learn how to tie and braid her hair, starts to buy more fashionable clothes for her because to him, "she's either going big or going home". his words, not yours.

girl dad! soonyoung who starts trying for his next baby right after his first child hits one year. he had already told you how he wanted to have a football team of children with you, and although you scoffed at him then, you did discuss to have at least 3 children. "the rest", he said, "we can decide later".

soonyoung who, although swears he loves his baby girl, is absolutely ecstatic when he learns that his mother has volunteered to babysit her for one night. and he promises to take full advantage of it. he pushes your face down into the mattress the second you agree to have more kids and thrusts in deep to make sure that you're pregnant by the next day. his low groans elicit louder moans from you, and he's never been more thankful for his mother, he thinks later.

girl dad! soonyoung who dances with his daughter every single day. it started very unexpectedly though. you were all in the living room and watching music videos until a song came up and your daughter started throwing random moves outta nowhere. this was enough for soonyoung though, to jump up from the couch and hold your baby's hands and dance with her. it didnt take long before they pulled you in too, just three people goofing around in their living room.

girl dad! soonyoung who, even though has a passion for dancing, never forced your daughter towards it. agreed, that seeing his daughter dance to songs makes him feel very proud. and although he'd love to see his daughter has a dancer like he is, he never ever wants to push her to something she doesnt like. which is exactly why he's over the moon when she asks him to take her to his dance studio or practice rooms.

girl dad! soonyoung who is always at the front row seats whenever your child's school has any programs. he's always the first to jump from his seat and give a standing ovation for anything your daughter does on stage, whether it be a dance performance or a speech or singing. he's just very very proud of his baby girl, forever.

girl dad! soonyoung who had a lot planned for his family before his marriage. and even though it doesnt always happen according to them, he's happy for the most adorable daughter who unmistakably takes after him (except for his obsession with tigers tho, which makes him pout), and for the most beautiful wife who he continues to love every single day. he's happy for this small family that he has now, but he's even happier looking forward to expanding it and maybe even have a football team of children. whatever you're up for.

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Established or mutual pining with Hobie Brown 🥺 maybe he's teasing the reader who is also a spider person (maybe include a kiss fake out or a chin tilt, something cutesy that gets the reader flustered). Maybe they're working together to capture an anomaly, and the reader is playfully annoyed?

(Hope that made sense!🥺)

can i kiss you?

hobie brown x spider person! reader

desc you visit his world for the first time.

wc 925

warning contains small spoilers from atsv (though it takes place before the events of the movie) and a mention of an injury.

Squinting as your eyes adjusted to the flashing array of colors from the portal, you removed the hand that shielded your face as an entire new world came into view. Taking a moment to take in your surroundings, you stood in awe at the vast landscape before you: large buildings featuring colorful billboards dominated the landscape. Everything flickered and changed shape every couple of seconds—it was unlike anything you had ever seen before. That was saying something because despite your short time in the Spider Society, none of the other worlds you had visited came anywhere close to this.

“Impressed?” Hobie questioned smugly, and even though you couldn’t see his facial expression due to his mask covering it, you knew that he was probably smirking.

“You were right, it’s certainly something.” You responded, pressing a few buttons on your watch, letting headquarters know that you both had safely traveled to Earth-138. An anomaly of Kingpin from another dimension had shown up in Hobie’s, so naturally, Miguel paired you together to handle it. Not only did you work well together, but Miguel trusted you to make sure that Hobie would get the job in a timely manner.

“I know exactly where it is. Just grab on so we don’t have to waste anymore time.” He spoke before bending over slightly so his lanky frame was closer to the ground.

“You’re joking right?” You asked incredulously, attempting to hide the uneasiness from your voice. If you were being completely honest with yourself, being piggybacked around by your crush sounded more than pleasant, but you didn’t want to give him any indication of your feelings. Besides, wouldn’t “fraternizing” like this be breaking some sort of Spider Society rules? Relationships between two spider people from different dimensions didn’t exactly sound like something Miguel would be in favor of. Then again, you rarely agreed with his policies anyway.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked again, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “You scared or something?”

“What? No?!” You said agitatedly before reluctantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Alright, hang on.” You knew from spending so much time with him that Hobie’s style of swinging around was more erratic than most, but you weren’t expecting it to be this wild. It was taking every amount of restraint within you to not let a scream rip from your throat. It was bad enough that you were sure he could feel your rapid heartbeat.

“Hold on, hold on.” He stopped on the top of a nearby building and you set yourself back on the ground.

“Are we here already? The watch says he’s much farther from here.” You state, looking around at the bustling streets below.

“No. You’re almost strangling me with your arms. We’ll get there soon.” Not even giving you a moment to protest, he places your left arm around his shoulder and his right around your waist. Securing a web on another skyscraper, you were off. Although this position was far more comfortable, it was also more embarrassing. Even though you were thankful he couldn’t see your expression beneath your mask, you still felt the need to hide your face in his neck. When you eventually reached the location where Kingpin was, you couldn’t deny the disappointment you felt when his arm slipped away and he set you on the ground.

Setting yourself down next to him on the ledge, you let out a sigh of relief because Kingpin was finally caught. He would have to settle for being tied together with webbing for now, as Miguel and Jessica weren’t there to physically take him back to the Spider Society Headquarters. He put up one heck of a fight, but it wasn’t something neither of you couldn’t handle. That didn’t mean you escaped the battle unscathed though. You caught Hobie examining your features when you slipped your mask off your face. If you weren’t so tired you would actually be embarrassed at the attention.

“Wait, look at me.” He said quietly, tucking a finger under your chin so he could look at your face more closely. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He didn’t have a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which was kind of alarming to you. “It’s just a cut… gonna look sick once it’s healed.” You felt disappointed again, he was just looking at an injury on your face, nothing special. Assuming that he was done, you attempted to move your head back forward but his voice stopped you.

“Can I kiss you?” That’s not what you were expecting at all. Not thinking much, you immediately nodded your head and you could’ve sworn that you saw him smile before he leaned in. Unfortunately for you both, your watches decided to go off when your lips were only about a few centimeters away from each other.

“We’re here.” Hobie rolled his eyes as you stood to your feet. “Send the location of Fisk and meet us there.” As usual, Miguel had terrible timing. Before you could utter a word to Hobie, he swung to a building below and turned back to face you.

“You coming down here or do you need me to come back up there and grab you again?” He shouted jokingly.

“Shut up!”

While the day didn’t end up going exactly how you wanted it to, you were happy because one thing was certain: Hobie liked you back, and that was all that mattered.

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Hi! If possible is would you write a fanfic about Daryl and reader (preferably fem) live in a cabin with dog in the woods after being together for awhile, when Daryl goes to Alexandria to visit, Carol and Rosita ask questions about her?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: s10/mid whisperers era

― summary: as much as you love domestic life with daryl, you wanted him to go see his family, and he basically gets a pat down when he does.

― warnings: literally nothing besides fluff!!

― wc: 925

⋆ a/n: i have nothing much to say besides this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i apologize that i have taken so long to actually answer this.

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Going back to visit Daryl’s family was your idea. 

“It’s been awhile, you know?” You had said whilst running your fingers through his hair, his head rested on your chest as he listened to your heart beat rhythmically. 

He had grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t really putting any thought to your words. His hands were busy with a sleepy Dog who had been resting as well, the archer running petting the hound sweetly. Daryl hadn’t really wanted to think about it if he was being honest. Of course he missed his family, but he was rather content basking in this extremely domestic moment with you.

When he’d gone to look for Rick, he was alone; but then came Dog… and then you. It was an aggressive first meeting he must admit, the two of you wrestling under the guise that the other meant harm, but after quite the tiring rumble, both of you had gotten acquainted and even became neighbors. After that, the rest of your love story was history.

“I mean it, D.” You pressed, much to Daryl’s tired irritation. He remained silent on the matter, but you knew he was beginning to ponder your words. “Just think about it, okay?” Drawing his face up to place a gentle – convincing – kiss against his lips. “Okay.” He whispered.

Now with his bags packed for a few planned days away, he was chewing on his thumbnail nervously at the thought of leaving you and Dog alone.

“Are ya sure ya’ll’l be alrigh’?” He asked. 

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to look him in the eye, his large hands settling on your plush hips. “We’ll be okay, hun. You know we can take care of ourselves.” He still didn’t look convinced. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get to see Judith and RJ, Carol, Michonne.” You had only ever really heard stories of the people you had mentioned, but you knew they were important to Daryl, so if you had to use them as a selling point, then so be it. 

You could see a longing look settle over his face at the mention of the names.

“You miss them, so go see them! Don’t stay behind on my account. You know I was just fine living on my own before I had met you, so you’re aware that I can hold my own.” He knew you were right, and with a designated sigh, he relented, his tensed body relaxing. “Yeah, I know. I jus’... I’ll miss ya too.” You laughed at his boyish confession, kissing his lips in delight. 

“I know you will, and I’ll miss you too. I’m sure Dog will as well.” The boy yipped happily, brushing his nose along Daryl’s pant leg. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and you knew you had won. 

“Ya promise to try and radio me if anythin’ happens?” You nodded. “Yes, D.”

“Ya remember how to work it? Hell, why don’cha jus’ come with me?” You shook your head. “Not right now. I’d rather them have you to themselves before I’m added to the mix.” He knew that you were right and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Go before I make you.” You said half serious, half joking. “Alrigh’ alrigh’, no need’ta threaten me.” He said with a small smile of his own.

The drive to Alexandria was long but familiar, and as he had approached the gates, he hadn’t expected to be ambushed by Carol and Rosita.

“Daryl!” Carol had cheered at the sight of him, pulling him into a tight hug. It was clear that she was elated by the sight of her best friend’s return. “Hey there stranger.” Rosita had said with a grin before pulling him into a hug of her own.

When they pulled away, Carol had given Daryl a slow once over, making the poor man shift in his place uncomfortably. “Wha’?” Her cheerful smile turned shit eating at her revelation. “You look different.” Carol teases.

“Yeah, he does.” Rosita only serves as an instigator, looking at him through playfully narrowed eyes.

“Is tha’ good or bad?” Daryl inquired unsurely, shifting back and forth on his feet at their piercing gazes. “Last time I visited your camp, I had to cut your hair myself. Now, it seems like it’s been neatly trimmed.” Carol says.“And his clothes have been patched up too.” Rosita added. “So, who is she?” She asked with a drawn out ‘so.’

“Don’t tell me you got a girlfriend out there, tarzan.” Rosita continued playfully.

“Wha’s it to you.” Daryl asked, sucking his teeth with a slight ‘mmcht’ sound.

“Oh nothing, I’m just surprised you decided to settle down, but you know, stranger things have happened.” Says Carol.

“Pfft, whatever.” But the red tips of his ears gave him away.

“So who is she? How’d you meet?” Rosita bombards.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, “The woods I guess.”

“And then we can guess she never left.” 

“Obviously. I mean what’s the love story there?”

“Ain’t no love story. Jus’ met her digging around my camp and offered to share some of my food ‘s all.”

“I guess.” He didn’t want to continue to entertain the women’s ribbing, but they were right. 

When you had first met, you were nothing short of feral, digging through his stuff in hopes of finding something - anything - to arm and feed yourself with. Daryl of course raised his crossbow at you and the rest was history.

But they didn’t need to know that.

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꒰ა 𝘖𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 ໒꒱

a/n: IDK if this will be a series yet but I really wanted to turn the tables on the JJK men and write a drabble on what it would be like returning that alpha feral energy to them lmfao. for now this a one off! I may do more in the future. cw: trueform!Sukuna, canonverse, y/n being feral, dirty talk, fantasizing, intrusive thoughts and, of course, objectifying Sukuna's thighs. crack drabble lol wc: 925 Black fem coded but no descriptors.

You were with Sukuna in his throne room. The one task you were given was to stand next to him, look pretty and be silent while he handled business with the various cursed and sorcerer associates who requested an audience with him. 

You fidgeted as you stood to his left, never good at remaining still.

Uruame stood to his right, stoic as ever.

But you did try your best to behave, eyes roaming around the room to find any source of focus. 

There.

Your eyes widened before slightly narrowing as you honed in on your target, now perfectly entranced by–

Sukuna’s thighs.

You loved Sukuna’s entire body, but most of all you loved his thighs. No love couldn’t even really quantify your affections –you were obsessed. 

Man spread out on his throne, a thick muscular thigh was exposed from Sukuna’s robes as he lounged back looking uninterested in whatever the curses in front of him were speaking of. 

Unconsciously you chew your lower lip, letting your mind wander. You easily get lost in your thoughts of Sukuna's thighs. 

Your mouth watered at the way the well-defined muscles beneath his skin created a sculpted landscape. It was a feast for your eyes and you didn’t fail to notice each subtle flex of movement they made. 

Even the thigh still clothed in the fabric of his robe clung to the Herculean contours of the sinewy curves beneath them, rippling beneath the fabric in a way that made moisture pool in your panties. 

The wide breadth of his thighs flaunted his sheer physical prowess, a testament to being The King of Curses.

It would feel oh, so good to relish the way his muscles flexed beneath you. Your hips would spread open near to the point of straining as you imagine vigorously riding his thigh. 

Unintentionally you were turning yourself on more than you even realized.

Your thoughts spiral further to picture Sukuna making you get on your knees after. He would look down on you with the most devious grin as he commanded your tongue to clean up the sizable mess your filthy lil’ cunt made on his thigh. 

Your stomach tightened at the thought of tracing the prominent vein on his inner thigh all the way up until you reached—-

A small whimper escaped you.

Shit.

Sukuna’s eyes immediately snapped to you, raising a hand to silence his cursed subjects speaking.

“What is it, Y/N?” 

Sukuna was annoyed you couldn’t even manage to stay still for a few hours as he had long sensed your restlessness. However, the current level of distress he read on your features had him curious as to what changed.

“It’s nothing, my King.” 

Sukuna was unmoved.

“I don't ask questions twice, Y/N.”

“Um, but it’s really nothing much at all… I-I, well…It’s just that uh, I was thinking…” 

“Spit it the fuck out woman I don’t have all da—

 “—you thicc as fuck Kuna!” 

Utter silence. 

A pin could drop and it would sound like the acoustics of a concert stadium. 

Silence in general has always made you feel awkward and this was really awkward. 

Sukuna wasn’t saying anything, likely processing your statement and the fact you interrupted him to make it. 

More nervous than ever you couldn’t help what proceeded to spill forth, a dam of words broken as you attempted to explain yourself further.

“I-I mean your thighs daddy, you too thicc! You got the yams, thunder thighs, them wupples, hamhocks, you a real thighrannosaurus rex ,a thunty king even– y-you just thicc as fuck! Like damn daddy, ya know!?” 

The reality of what you were saying didn’t hit you until you had finished and you slapped your hands over your mouth, your eyes wider than saucers. 

You had been unable to be able to control the word vomit you’ve been oppressing.

Although you did have to admit in finally confessing your obsession you felt like a sinner absolved and a weight lifted from you. 

No lies were told though, so who could really blame you? 

Sukuna was still silent. His expression unreadable. 

The curses in front of Sukuna are frozen. Worried that a single move would cause his ire to explode at them reducing them to mere molecules for even witnessing whatever had just occurred.

Uruame’s face, oddly the most expressive one of the bunch, was clearly questioning what in the ever loving fuck was wrong with you. But more than anything Uruame was puzzled as to why you were still even being allowed to take breaths.

More silence followed. 

Yet after what seemed like a millennia to everyone else in the room, Sukuna finally spoke. His tone was calm, yet icier than the frozen temperatures outside his palace.

“You know how easily I can kill you, right Y/N?” 

You nearly had to bite your own tongue off as your intrusive thoughts had zero regard for your own life and threatened to bubble up out of your throat again.

Honestly? If we're being real, you wanted nothing more than to drop to your knees and stick your head up his robes. 

You would gladly die if it was from his massive thighs suffocating you, busting your skull like a tiny grape.

But then you wouldn’t be able to enjoy riding Sukuna’s thighs anymore and you didn’t want an afterlife where you couldn’t access Sukuna’s thighs.

Reluctantly, yet obediently, you gulped them down, swallowing any more embarrassment you could bring to The Curse King at this moment.

“Yes of course, dadd– my King.” 

“Then stand there and shut the fuck up brat.” 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2024. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: when writing this I thought, what would @ryomens-vixen do? and here we are. lol. next up: still working on lactation kink yakuza!toji fic, ceo!gojo and nerd!geto fics.

tags: @littlemochabunni @biscuitsngravie @halobuns @honeeslust

Reblog to objectify Sukuna's yams but comments and likes are always appreciated!

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 ౨ৎ

matsukawa issei x reader. 925 wc. ﾉ suggestive ﾉ there's some feet stuff :3 ﾉ horny mattsun ﾉ repost!

having a broken air conditioner at the peak of summer is less than ideal. you’ve already reached out to your landlord about fixing it but he won’t be able to do so for a couple of days, which is even less ideal. you only have money for so many fans and even then, all they do is blow around the warm air. that leaves you and your boyfriend to sit and bake for the time being. the next couple of days are looking like they’ll be filled with cold showers and refreshing beverages to hold you over until your precious ac is back in working condition.

it isn’t unusual for you and issei to spend your weekends lounging on the couch of your shared living room, but the heat has left the two of you uncharacteristically sluggish. your legs are tangled with his, each of your heads resting on the respective armrests of the uncomfortable piece of furniture. the shades of the windows are drawn so that the sun won’t add to the already blazing temperature of your apartment. you aren’t sure if it’s doing much, but if it helps even a little, you’re more than willing to sit in the dark. 

barely lifting your head up, you take a peek at mattsun. his arm is draped over his eyes, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead. you can tell he’s hot just by looking at him. it seems as though his tactic for keeping cool is staying absolutely still. while you aren’t opposed to that idea, you have one of your own that you think might be a tad bit more effective. “i’m getting a popsicle. you want one?”

eyes still closed, issei silently shakes his head—just enough to convey his answer.

“suit yourself,” you groan, struggling to pull yourself off the couch. even the short walk to the kitchen is enough to produce a fresh sheen of sweat on your face. 

opening your freezer, you pull the plastic packaging from the cardboard box, silently hoping that the frozen treat will help cool you down. stalling for time standing in the cold, you call out to mattsun whom you left behind in the other room. “are you sure you don’t want one?”

“i’m good,” he yells back.

you take a few seconds to fan some of the cool air onto you before finally closing the freezer door. unwrapping and discarding the plastic, you pop the sweet into your mouth, making your way back to the living room.

issei has abandoned his previous position, now sitting up with his legs stretched across the length of the couch. you pat his calf and hope that he gets your message to make room. he spreads his legs just enough for you to squeeze in between them. it’s not very comfortable, but you don’t have it in you to voice your complaint. just the thought of picking a petty fight with him exhausts you.

the two of you sit in silence, the buzzing of multiple fans and the low hum of the television the only things noise within the living room. you peacefully suck on your popsicle as mattsun scrolls aimlessly on his phone. 

the ice pop does its job of helping you cool down, but you should have figured that the heat would only contribute to it melting quicker than usual. you can feel the syrupy liquid beginning to run down your fingers. the sensation draws a surprised yet muffled gasp from your chest. you pull away from the treat with a satisfying pop, redirecting your tongue to run up and down your fingers before the juice can dry and become sticky. sensing a set of eyes on you, you look up to find mattsun staring. 

“what?” you ask, lips finding their way back around the popsicle.

“that’s really fucking hot.”

you frown but can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles in your throat. “really, dude? it’s like you live in a constant state of horny.”

“i’m just saying, it really turned me on.” even if you wanted to ignore the sight of the growing bulge in his boxers, it’s impossible to not feel it hardening against your foot. pulling your legs against your chest, you roll your eyes.

“well, go handle that in the bathroom,” you wave him off. normally, you’d be happy to help your boyfriend, but exerting energy in this heat feels like nothing short of a chore. “there’s no way i’m having sex with you right now. i’m already sweatier than i want to be.”

mattsun groans, throwing his head back dramatically. of course he’s capable of getting the job done on his own, but he has to admit that he prefers your hands or mouth when it comes to the matter of relief. “when is the landlord gonna fix the damn air conditioner?”

“he’s coming on monday,” you reply, chewing on the wooden stick of your now finished popsicle.

he sits up to meet your gaze. “two days?”

“what, you can’t go a few days without sex? that’s sad, issei.” you extend one of your legs, your foot poking at the tent in his boxers. you can’t help but giggle at your own teasing. “the poor guy is probably suffering, huh?”

issei quickly catches your ankle in his hand, cutting your mockery short. you inhale sharply as the pads of his fingers graze the bottom of your foot, his stare darkening and a devilish smile playing at his lips. “keep at it with those smartass comments and we’ll see who’s laughing on monday.”

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[atimeofyourlife]

Learn to forget your biases

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: angst with a happy ending | rating: t | wc: 925 | tags: hurt/comfort, eddie munson being an asshole, hurt steve harrington, angst, hopeful ending Steve got sick of Eddie constantly putting down everything he liked, leading to a fight. Eddie had to put the work in to make it better.

"Why are you even with me if you can't stand to even pretend to be interested in anything that I like?"

It had been days since the argument, and Steve still felt like shit. He hadn't wanted it to end like that, with a maybe break up. He'd just been feeling so frustrated with Eddie being so dismissive of everything he enjoyed, where he at least tried to understand Eddie's hobbies and interests. At times, it felt like Eddie was trying to make him into a clone of him, and it really gave Steve the impression that Eddie was only with him for his looks. Or because he was the only other queer guy in Hawkins that they knew of.

It had started when Steve was making plans to see the Pacers. He'd got the tickets and was thinking they could get a hotel for the night and make a thing of it. But when he'd brought it up to Eddie, he'd laughed in his face. Asked what had possessed Steve into thinking it was something that Eddie would be interested in doing, and told him he shouldn't have even bothered wasting his money to buy tickets when he could just catch the game on tv. It had hurt, but Steve tried to brush it off. He invited Robin to go with him instead, knowing that even though she wasn't a huge fan of basketball, she would tag along and find a way to make it fun.

But Eddie then booked a last minute gig with the band at a bar in Indianapolis. On the same day as the Pacers game. At the same time. He tried to convince Steve to ditch the game to watch them play instead, saying that it would be a better use of his time, and that he was going to be in Indanapolis anyway, so it wouldn't make any difference. Steve refused, as he'd seen Eddie play in shitty bars so many times. Almost every gig they'd played since they'd been together, even attending when he was recovering from a migraine, not wanting to disappoint Eddie.

The fight was the next day. Eddie kept making jabs about Steve ditching him for a basketball game, claiming that he should have been Steve's priority. Steve couldn't even get a word in edgewise to say how the game had been. And he just got sick of it, remembering how Eddie never gave his interests a chance. Brushing off all mentions of sport. Insulting his taste in music, saying he needed an education in real music. Even making fun of his clothes. It was something he couldn't put up with any more.

In the aftermath of the fight, Steve felt lost. Robin had automatically taken his side, she'd already tried talking to Eddie about his attitude toward Steve's interests, only to get ignored. The kids were split, most of them taking Steve's side, but Dustin and Mike siding with Eddie. Saying that sports weren't worth it, that it made it seem like Steve hadn't changed from his jock days in high school. What did surprise Steve was Gareth and Jeff taking his side. They hadn't even known that Steve had invited Eddie to the game weeks before they'd booked the gig, and that Steve supported them at every opportunity, it made them decide that Eddie was being a dick just for the sake of it.

Steve didn't hear from Eddie for a while after the fight. Until one day he and Robin were working. Robin was manning the desk while he tidied and put away returns in the adult section. He wasn't paying much attention until he heard Robin's voice, a note of anger to it.

"If you're not here to apologize, you can fuck off right now."

"I come in peace." Eddie said, and Steve felt his heart skip a beat. Unsure of what could happen next.

"He's in there." Robin replied.

Steve kept his back to the doorway, just waiting for what Eddie was going to do or say.

"Hey." Eddie said softly, keeping his distance from Steve.

"Hi." Steve replied, turning slightly to face Eddie.

"I fucked up. I really, seriously fucked up, and I'm so, so sorry about it. It isn't an excuse, but I genuinely didn't realize how much of a dick I had been until almost everyone we know beat some sense into me. I was taking my attitude from high school too far and projecting it onto you. I know how much I hate it when people judge me based on my looks and my interests, but here I was doing the same to you. I hate how much I hurt you, and I am so sorry. I just hope you would give me another chance?"

"I. It did hurt, Eddie. You made me feel like I was worth less than you because I don't enjoy the same things you do. You lumped me in with a bunch of assholes who I never even associated with. I want us to work, but it's going to take a lot to prove that you're really in it for me." Steve said.

"I get that. Maybe this can be the start." Eddie held out an envelope, which Steve took. He opened it to find two tickets to the next Pacers game. For some of the best seats in the house. "Wayne had to help me figure out which ones I needed. I was thinking we could go together."

Steve smiled, it was a good gesture. "Yeah. I'd like that."

[chernabogs]

ADUMBRATE

Inc: Reader/Yuu, Grim Warnings: None WC: 925 Summary: Adumbrate: to foreshadow vaguely

There is something piteous in the way that the visions work. Now that it’s settled in your mind that these are indeed visions of a sort, and your friends have expressed their sincerest condolences (‘that’s shitty,’ as Ace put it), they are quite… piteous. 

You’re back in the bathroom of Ramshackle with your hands on the edge of the sink. When the visions first began, they were merely dreams that would leave you dazed upon waking. They’ve progressed since then. They’ve developed a sense of consciousness that allows them to know that you know, and since the secret is out, they’ve taken it upon themselves to make sure you can’t forget. 

Another wave of nausea hits you. It feels more like a migraine than anything else, but rather than seeing an aura, you keep getting flashes of what the world wants you to see. Colours, people, faces you can’t place and voices you don’t recognize. Although you know now that what you originally were seeing were foreshadows of the overblots to come, things have changed since then. Beasts, burning skies, a sun blotted out by black ink—whatever you’re experiencing is something of a more cosmic scale than just a few ‘odd dreams’. 

You retch and spit in the sink before forcing yourself to go to the toilet instead. The pungent aroma of bleach hits you as you heave and vomit last night's supper, and then yesterday's lunch, and then bile once your stomach has no more to offer. The contents swirl in the bowl before you, forming their own shapes and messages that you have no interest in trying to discern. Your hand hits the handle and drowns it all away as you rest your forehead against this porcelain salvation. 

“Checking our toilet.” You reply wryly as you straighten up, still on your knees. “Mint condition, as always.” 

 “Prefect?” A quiet, slightly groggy voice speaks up from the doorway of the bathroom. You open your eyes against the light and drag your gaze over to where Grim is standing. His eyes are squinting with residual sleep he sways before settling down on all four paws. “What’cha doin?”

You don’t feel like you’re capable of getting to your feet just yet. The porcelain against your face is slowly becoming your new best friend. Your answer brings a scowl to Grim as he remains lingering at the door.

“All that heavin’ and gaggin’ doesn’t sound like you’re checkin’ to me, but...” His voice trails off as his tail twitches. You’ve come to know your housemate enough to know that he’s worried—not that he’ll ever disclose that to you. You offer him a tight smile without any reply. After a prolonged stare down, he finally huffs and turns his back to you. 

“Well. Check it quieter then, will ya? Surprised the ghosts didn’t come back from the dead with all the noise you were makin’.” He grumbles before slinking off back to your shared room. It wasn’t the noise that woke him—if anything, it was your absence. Any time you wake up, Grim tends to wake up shortly thereafter, as though he knows something is amiss. You watch him until he vanishes. Only then do you finally turn back to the mess you’ve made. 

The flashes of what you’ve seen have died down, but the sense of unease they brought still remains. Your stomach twists again and you finally—with more than a little help from the toilet cover—push yourself back to your feet. You can’t discern what they are just yet. You’ll need to sit down, write or draw it out, and then maybe study it for a while. You’ll need to ask one of the upper years or the school librarian what they think is going on with you. Hell, maybe Ortho will know. He’s the one who’s promised you a viable way home—the only one at that.

Then again, if he tells Idia, and it somehow gets to STYX, you might have additional issues on your plate. 

“Dammit,” you mumble as you move back to the sink. Something squirms in your mind. Something breathing, something full of spite, something that’s laughing at your predicament.

You had seen that beast again. Hungry, hurt. Its tail had twitched, and its mouth had been a hell of blue flames, ready to indoctrinate you against the backdrop of a starless sky. A thought nags at you that you already have the answers you seek—much like you had with the overblot—but someone else is preventing you from figuring them out.  

Something, someone—this is all becoming too much, really. It’s two in the morning, and not the most ideal time to begin crisis spiralling. 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, splash your face with cool water, and look into the mirror again. You look like shit, plain and simple. Your eyes are dazed, your complexion screams ‘illnesses,’ and the trembling of your hands tells you this runs deeper than the flesh.

For a moment you think the surface of the mirror ripples, as though there is movement just beyond the veil before you hit the light and plunge the room into darkness. The only things that speak to you from mirrors are a masked face in the hall and Mickey—and you know neither of them are in this washroom with you right now. 

You ignore the silver glow, ignore the screaming pain in your head, and return to Grim for a night you know sleep will evade.

[writing-rat]

Lorraine's Lover

Pairing: Lorraine Day x GN!AFAB! Reader

Content: 18+ Content, no pronouns used, G!P Lorraine Day, Dominant Lorraine Day, Bottom Reader, AFAB Reader, Bit of fluff

Summary: Lorraine comes home from a shoot, prepared to see her lover and is ready for a good night too...

WC: 925

Lorraine was excited as she was ready to see her partner. Today had been a good filming day and it was local! That didn’t stop Lorraine from getting in the truck for a ride home. She didn’t want to get hurt by people in the town due to her losing her faith and her being a porno as well. Wayne was driving her as RJ was in the back with Maxine, Bobby and Jackson. This time they were filming a porno about 3 girls being slutty restaurant workers. Jackson was the patron and had used all 3 of them that day. Lorraine was just excited to see her partner though, and had checked the time constantly.

After around 10 minutes she was dropped off. “There you go Mouse,” Wayne spoke. They kept the same nickname with her without the church due to her not having faith anymore.  

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as she said goodbye to everyone, hugging Maxine and Bobby before running to her house practically. She had invited her lover there after her shoot and they said they would. She was soon through the door, looking for you immediately. That’s when she saw you cooking. “Baby,” she spoke happily and bounded over, hugging you tightly. You smiled immediately, kissing her gently. “Hey,” you spoke gently as you were chuckling. “Makin’ dinner. Good shoot?” you asked, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, we did a few scenes today and only had to redo one. We also had sandwiches and lemonade for lunch so I was cravin’ your cooking,” she responded and you chuckled with a nod. “At least I knew approximately when you came back,” you laughed a bit before plating up. It was just a pasta you had made up in your head, using the leftovers. She sat down eager, as you were soon handing over the food. “Thanks, baby,” she stated, waiting for you to sit down before she started. You loved that. “Want a drink?” you asked. “Yes! Coke please, I do want energy for tonight,” she smirked, causing you to blush and get 2 for the both of you. That’s when you sat down, handing hers over and you started to eat. You were also prepared for the night.

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It was about 8 pm and you had just finished watching a film with Lorraine when she was kissing your neck. “My special little lover,” she murmured as she was soon rolling on top of you, kissing you deeply. You kissed back, holding her side as you knew she was ready. You could also feel her bulge on your stomach so you were even more excited about it. That’s when she suddenly laid you down and got on top, playing with your shorts. “You may,” you gasped, knowing what she wanted. She smirked, tugging them down and was surprised to see you commando. “Good,” she praised before removing your shirt, revealing you had no bra on too. Her dick twitched at that. 

That’s when she stripped down needily, kissing you before she was rubbing you gently, then entered a finger in slowly. She didn’t want you to be in pain after all. After realising you were loose enough, that’s when she added 2 more fingers and stretched you out fully, getting you ready for her. You appreciated that. “I think I’m loose enough,” you spoke shyly, moaning quietly as Lorraine nodded. “Just say water if you can’t handle it,” she hummed before she was slowly entering inside. You nodded. 

She was slow and gentle as she was entering, kissing you gently to help distract you from the pain. You were thankful for that, holding her as gently as possible. “There we go baby,” she muttered gently against your neck. “I’m fully inside, I’ll let you adjust for a few moments,” she added as she was marking your neck fully. You appreciated that, glad to be her lover as she was so much gentler with you than others in the films. 

Eventually, after a minute, you nodded. “Thank you, my love,” Lorraine spoke before she started to thrust into you. She was gentle and slow at first, kissing you gently to distract you from the slight pain at first. She hated to see you in pain after all. You soon tilted your neck, whimpering as you wanted her to mark you. You needed it. Lorraine meanwhile was groping at your chest with one hand, kissing your cheek as she thrusted.

Soon enough she was marking your shoulders too, as she was speeding up. She was also getting rougher as well. She knew you could handle it though like all the other times. Your moans also proved it as she kept going with a smirk, soon starting to suck on your nipples. She noticed how you clenched your hands around her. From that, she knew you were close. She was close herself, but she always wanted you to come first. She loved it whenever you tightened against her after all.

Soon enough you came, tightening around her dick. That’s when Lorraine kissed you suddenly, stopping the loud moan before she came hard inside, loving how you kissed back even more needier. “You did good baby,” she panted out with a smile, before kissing you much more gently, staying inside. 

“I love you,” you murmured, tired. She chuckled. 

“I love you too baby, always will,” she responded and cuddled you. “After a good cuddle session then we can clean up,” she added. You nodded, happy to be held and too tired to walk.

[theothernads]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹: 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧...💀 ❞ ᯓᡣ𐭩

♡ྀི ₊ ❛❛𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬❞ ☰

𐙚 Synopsis: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

☰ TAGS: Winx Club smau, enhypen smau, slow-ass burn fic, violence, action and adventure, angst, college smau, fantasy au, strangers to lovers. ᯓᡣ𐭩

┈➤ 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ➤ft. NewJeans, Enha, TXT, BTS, esp, Jungkook, Itzy, Le Sserafim. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Wc: 925

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"THE BULLSHIT HE SAYS," YOU MUTTERED as you turned off your phone and shoved it into the hidden pocket of your white dress.

Minji saw your little look at your device and smirked a little. "Was that your older brother?"

Judging by the scowl on your face, she could tell that it was the correct assumption. With a small nod, you stood up straight and backed away from the wall you were leaning on.

"Yup. His lazy ass isn't bothered to get a drink," you replied solemnly. Hanni chuckled a little and crossed her arms in amusement.

"Older brothers are exhausting."

You sent a small smile to her as you looked towards the buffet table a few metres away. The party was thriving with people from the third and fourth years of their academic practices from Red Fountain, Alfea and Cloud Tower.

The specialists, fairies and witches.

The night was nigh, the purple sky embedded with stars in the clear landscape. Around the premises of the courtyard were lanterns glowing with rouge flames, giving the place a warm atmosphere that made your muscles relax. The music was faint, but it was there, people were talking and laughing, walking and lounging on benches.

It was crowded to say the least, but not so much that you couldn't navigate your way to the drink table.

Hanni spun a lock of her electric blue hair from the remaining black strands as she gazed at you. "I'll save you a dumpling."

"Thanks, Hanni," you murmured and absentmindedly brushed the flowers that just bloomed in your hair, above your ears. When you plucked a petal, you saw the white it appeared to be — symbolising the simplicity you felt.

Danielle smiled at the phenomenon. All the girls found it peculiar that your scalp basically had roots where flowers could sprout randomly and show your emotions. It was an interesting story to tell when you met them two years ago. Freaky, but intruiging.

"I'll be right back," you said and immediately set off, brushing off the petals softly to rid of them, and they shimmered into thin air when they floated away from you.

You managed to easily maneuver around the throng of people until you approached the long, white table holding an array of glasses of different colours. All looked tasty but you're here for your idiotic brother as well.

Sighing to yourself, you began to hastily walk along the table, thinking you were careful to avoid people.

There was a pink drink, the bubbles popping into the air and catching your attention. It also smelt wonderful, refreshing even.

Just as you walked and reached out to grab a cup, you felt someone jostle into you, making you yelp and stumble back a tiny bit. Then, you felt a wet patch at your stomach, and when you looked, you were horrified to find your white dress stained with a red liquid.

"Fvck!" Someone breathed and you gazed upwards with slight annoyance, not enough for any annoyed, crimson flowers to sprout among your strands.

When you actually saw who committed this abomination, you froze and saw a boy. He was tall, black wavy hair that slightly covered his eyebrows, brown eyes full of regret and apology. But he was wearing a mask and you couldn't see the rest. You stared, astonished before blinking back to reality.

He looked down to the clear mess on your clothes and his hands dropped the cup as they awkwardly hovered about your waist.

"I am so sorry," he said again, looking back up at you with those cocoa eyes of his. Oh, right. The damn stain.

"It's... fine," you said slowly, wondering if your magic could be pulled to your fingertips; however, you could not feel the magnetic pull on your energy, and that meant no spells.

You sighed and grabbed a napkin nearby. No one else seemed to notice thankfully, but you would need to find the girls to magic away the stain. You dabbed the napkin on your dress.

The boy stared and ran a hand through his hair as if wondering how he can compensate you. Then, he started to unbutton his white shirt. You blinked in alarm.

"Whoah, what are you—"

"I have a vest on underneath." He continued to unhook the buttons as he momentarily silenced you. "It's the least I could do."

He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you were drawn to his broad shoulders, his biceps and honey skin. Then, the deep orange sun tattoo ingrained on his right bicep. You didn't say anything as he handed you his white shirt.

This was unusual, but until you could find your friend group again, you had no choice. And you felt grateful. He did not need to do so much, but he did anyway. You could tell he was feeling guilty.

"Thank you," you mumbled as you took his shirt and pulled it on yourself. It was warm of his skin and it covered the horrid stain. You only buttoned the bottom ones.

The boy in the mask sighed in relief, audibly, and looked you up and down before gazing away with frantic eyes.

"Um... sorry, again."

"It's fine. I'll try and return this to you," You said softly and avoided his gaze as well. The silence ensued and the boy nodded, before he backed away a little when he heard his phone buzzing from his pocket.

You took the chance to also distance yourself because, after all, you still had to get your stupid brother a drink.

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[NOTES]: omg, first chapter!! I am so excited, lmao <3 Also, I am STRESSED abt my girls NJ. I hate HYBE and MHJ for dragging my girls thru the mud 😕 anyway, REPOSTS, COMMENTS+ LIKES are appreciated. And ew, I'm so sorry abt the crusty ass quality

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊[TAGLIST]: @dreamiestay

[gunilslaugh]

Not How It's Supposed To Be

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil was the enemy, so were you falling for him. (non-idol au) WC:925 Warning:none

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

Go undercover and get the evidence needed to take Gunil and his corrupted organization down. That was the plan, it was simple. However now that the plan is in action it doesn’t feel that simple. You knew Gunil was a bad guy. You knew about all the illegal business he was doing under the guise of his product distribution company. You knew that Gunil was distributing psychotropic drugs. Then how did you end up here? Why were you lying for Gunil instead of to him?

“You know the kind of people I hate most y/n?” Gunil asked you one day while you were having lunch together in his office. 

“What kind?” you questioned. 

“Liars,” he answered. Your heart dropped. Did he find out about you being undercover? Was he about to do something to you? Were you going to be able to walk out of this room?

“Who would like a liar?” You chuckled nervously. 

“My mom was a liar and so was the person I considered my best friend.” He went on to say. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“You know it really does damage when the people closest to you lie to you.” He stabbed his fork harshly into the piece of meat in front of him, making you flinch. 

“I can only imagine.” Gunil stands up and comes over the couch opposite of him you were sitting on. 

“That’s right. You’ve never been hurt by someone close to you have you?” He very gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Fortunately not,” you responded. Gunil smiled. 

“And you wouldn’t hurt someone close to you either right?” he asked. 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt those close to me.” 

“Can I be close to you?” He leaned closer to you.

So maybe that’s how you found yourself in this situation. Because the more time you spend with Gunil. The more you learned his story. The more you felt for him. It doesn’t make what he does right, but you get why he does it. With the way life treated him, it only makes sense he turned into the villain that he is. 

“I don’t know. I’ve only been working here a month. Why would he tell all his dirty secrets to a new hire?” You told the people who you were supposed to be working with to take Gunil down. “There is a shipment going out soon, but I don’t know all the details,” you lied. A part of your job was literally managing shipping schedules. “I’ll look into it ok. I gotta go now.” You hung up the phone and let out a sigh. What were you doing? This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Yet the thought of something happening to Gunil tugged on your heartstrings. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n?” Gunil’s secretary called you. 

“Yes?” you asked. 

“Mr. Goo requests you in his office,” he tells you. 

“Ok I’ll head there in a sec.” You saved the work you were working on before heading over to Gunil’s office. 

“If you don’t find who broke into the warehouse I’ll get rid of you for being useless, do you understand!” You hear Gunil shout from the other side of the door. His icy tone sends a shiver down your spine. You knocked twice on the door. 

“It’s me,” you say gently. 

“Come in y/n.” His voice is much softer now. You took a small breath before opening the door. 

“You wanted to see me,” you said. Gunil approaches you. 

“Yeah I did.” Next thing you know he’s melting into you. Wrapping his arms around your frame in a hug. You freeze in your spot. 

“...Is everything ok?” you asked. Very slowly you lift your hands and rest them against his back.

“Someone broke into the warehouse,” he tells you. You know exactly who it was. You feel something knot in your stomach. 

“Was anything stolen?” Gunil pulls away from you and straightens his tie, fixing his composure. 

“Fortunately not, but it was still a close call.” 

“Guni,” you say. 

“Yeah,” I know who it was. Those words sit right on the tip of your tongue. 

“Did you check the security cameras to see who it was?” You say instead. 

“They were wearing a cap and mask, so we couldn’t see. It was a man though,” he told you. You nodded. “Come sit.” Gunil motioned for you to sit down. Slowly you walked over to the couch and took a seat. Gunil then takes a seat beside you. “Did me asking to be close to you make you uncomfortable?” he questioned. 

“Huh? Oh, no it didn’t. Why are you asking?” you replied. 

“You just seem a bit distant with me since then,” he tells you. Cause that’s when you started feeling conflicted. You didn’t want to lie to Gunil anymore, but if stopped you’d be betraying your partners. 

“It’s not that. It’s just…remember when I said I don’t want to hurt those close to me?” you brought up. 

“Of course,” he said. 

“Well, I found myself in a situation where I have to make a decision and no matter what choice I make somebody's gonna get hurt,” you informed. 

“Which decision would make you the happiest?” he asked you.

“How can I be happy when I’m hurting someone?” 

“Then can you tell me what the situation is? Maybe I can handle it,” he suggested. Your heart sinks. 

“That’s the thing…there’s something you don’t know about me,” you say. 

“Which is?” He looked at you expectantly. 

“I’m a liar.”

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

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[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ stop biting your goddamn nails. [new 9/10]

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 2,921. read more on ao3 | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | main masterlist

if you don't stop chewing on your frickin' fingers, the captain will find a way to make you.

hey nonnie-love, you marvelous little bumblebee. i hope helps a little. i know you've probably already tried everything under the sun to break this habit but maybe it will help to remember that in some timeline or another, there's a cranky sentient raccoon telling you to knock it the fuck off. he's going to make your life a living hell till you stop. because he cares about you that much.

The syrupy light glows, warm and topaz-bright, in warm watercolor splotches across the counter. You lose yourself for the next few minutes while Groot picks at the basket of candy and nuts that Mantlo — with a wink — brings out just for him. You double-check the purchase list, reconsider the medpack restock and decide to double it, and then linger over the munitions order too. Rocket had wanted you to order a thousand hundred-millimeter vibranium shells to test some new ludicrously-large cannon he’s working on, but you know how his experiments tend to go — not to mention how many times he’ll want to try it out. Maybe you should double-up that purchase too, just in case— “Hey!” You jolt on your barstool, nearly dropping the datapad propped against the counter. Too late. Like the ringtone you’d chosen to warn yourself not to answer certain calls, Rocket’s voice alerts you to the fact that your fingers are pressed up against your teeth, and you’ve been mindlessly chewing at your nailbeds for at least a few minutes. You fumble your hands guiltily into your lap. “I told you to stop frickin’ doing that,” the Captain of Knowhere scowls, stalking up to you with strides that somehow always seem to cover more distance than his short legs should be capable of.

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࿔ eat somethin. (wc: 576) ࿔ go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737) ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925) ࿔ take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375) ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579) ࿔ take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020) ࿔ drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209) ࿔ stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609) ࿔ just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271) ࿔ it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923) ࿔ get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614) ࿔ did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288) ࿔ schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222) ࿔ do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994) ࿔ brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774) ࿔ nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231) ࿔ stop biting your goddamn nails (wc:) for nonnie ♡

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[beom1e]

ephemeral sixteen | thank you

genre fluff, slice-of-life. warning anxiety, alcohol, details of kissing. playlist ml. wc 925.

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you wished that you had actually taken yeonjun’s offer to pick you up a little earlier, now that you were walking in the cold. beomgyu was grumpy because you were too cold to hold his hand, and you were feeling sick with social anxiety.

‘i can’t do it,’ you stopped in your tracks, reaching for beomgyu’s arm to stop him too. ‘i won’t know anyone there, and i’m evidently not good at making friends.’

‘you know me and four other people,’ he grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him. ‘as much as i would like to pity you and take you back home, it’d be a very cold thirty-minute walk back to our building.’

‘please, ‘gyu,’ you turned into an anchor, refusing to let him pull you any closer to the tall building. ‘i’m way too anxious.’

‘y/n,’ he stood in front of you, maintaining eye contact. ‘i promise you that you’ll regret going home right now. i’m going to be by your side the whole night, and if you still don’t want to be there after ten minutes, we’ll go back to my place and watch a cheesy romance movie instead.’

‘pinky promise?’ you frowned, holding out your pinky finger.

‘i do,’ he linked his pinky with yours, and pressed your thumbs together to seal it. ‘i’ll take care of you.’

you may have been a little dramatic. at first, the loud music and various voices had made you question all of your decisions leading up to that moment, but walking into the apartment proved to you that it would be a lot more fun than you’d expected. the hosts came right up to you to greet you and sweep you away from beomgyu, excited to see you at a party for the first time since they’d known of your existence. after you had been given a short tour, shown a safe place to leave your belongings and introduced to a few strangers, beomgyu had returned with two drinks.

there was so much to do. a group playing card games in the kitchen, a makeshift beer pong along the dining table, a childish game of spin the bottle on the living room floor, beomgyu’s friends laughing about something on the couch, and a small group of girls dancing beside the speaker.

you followed beomgyu to the couch and he pulled you into his lap, not afraid to show off your relationship to the rest of the partygoers. he joined the conversation at hand whilst you sipped from your cup filled with a vodka mixed drink. and then, a question was directed towards you thanks to taehyun.

‘didn’t you first meet beomgyu at one of these parties?’ he spoke, and the boys all turned their attention towards you.

‘um, yeah,’ you shrugged. ‘my best friend used to drag me along to as many of these as they could in my first year.’

you felt beomgyu’s hand on your thigh. it was his way of subtly comforting you at the mention of your best friend.

‘your friend?’ kai spoke, leaning forward. ‘do we know them?’

‘you might’ve,’ you smiled sadly. ‘they passed away only a few months into our first year here.’

‘i’m sorry, y/n,’ soobin frowned. ‘we didn’t know.’

‘it’s okay, guys,’ you smiled softly. ‘i try not to think of them as gone anymore, because the memories are enough.’

‘should we get another drink?’ beomgyu distracted, and you agreed before being ushered away by him.

the more drunk you got, the more comfortable you became. after joining in on every game you possibly could, beomgyu had somehow convinced you to dance with him. a slow song was playing through the speaker as he twirled you around and pulled you back towards him. yeonjun had found interest in a stranger and was flirting his way towards getting their number, kai and taehyun had taken over the beer pong table for the past three games, and soobin was sitting on the floor for a final game of ‘never have i ever’.

in his drunken confidence, beomgyu pressed his lips to yours. you had to grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself, still dizzy and unstable from the dancing and alcohol mixture. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close, and you felt yourself smiling into the kiss.

he pulled away momentarily to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with so much emotion. this time, you looped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up to meet his height. he dipped his head back down to kiss you once again, leaving you both to forget about the space around you.

‘get a room!’ kai yelled as he stepped back into the room, throwing a ping pong ball in your direction. thankfully, it bounced off the wall and missed you both completely.

half an hour later, you were saying your goodbyes to yeonjun and soobin who had came down to the lobby with you. beomgyu was busy fastening your coat whilst you were being coerced into promising to attend more of their parties, but it was all very light-hearted. they soon headed back towards the elevators, with your boyfriend taking your hand and leading you away from them.

‘thank you,’ you turned your head to side in order to take in the sight of him, smiling to yourself.

‘for what?’ he met your eyes, breaking out into a smile himself.

‘for not allowing me to give up,’ you leaned to press a short kiss to his lips, feeling at peace.

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[slytherinshua]

FAIRY OF SHAMPOO

genre. fluff. based on fairy of shampoo! warnings. none. pairing. beomgyu x fem!reader. wc. 925. a/n. the way i haven't written in days and i suddenly pumped this out within 40 minutes has me dying.

“Beomgyu-ah, quit staring at the TV! You’ll damage your eyesight and then we’ll have to pay a fortune to get you glasses!!”

“Yes, mom!” Beomgyu shouted back, eyes still glued onto the screen of the old television that his grandpa had owned. This was one of the only TV’s that still played that commercial. 

An instinctive smile spread on Beomgyu’s face as soon as he heard the opening notes of the advert jingle. The low-resolution screen played the short commercial, and Beomgyu watched intently at the fairy-like image of a girl. He mouthed her name as she appeared. He had named her himself. A name that suited her appearance. Y/n.

Her hair seemed to shine and looked softer and smoother than silk. Her eyes gleamed in a twinkle that could hold the whole galaxy. Shiny bubbles danced in the air in front of her face and she smiled, blowing one of them away. Beomgyu smiled with her.

He had memorised this advertisement by heart. He waited every night at 10 pm for when it would play, and in 2 years, he had never been late or missed a day. He still felt his heart flutter in his chest at the sight of the smile she adorned.

“Beomgyu-ah!” A harsh smack landed on Beomgyu’s shoulder and he looked up.

“Okay, okay! I’ll wash the dishes like you asked.” He took one more look at the screen and smiled before jogging off to the small kitchen and the pile of dishes that awaited. As he scrubbed, he hummed the soft saxophone melody of the ad and smiled to himself.

“That boy…” Mr. Choi mumbled to Mrs. Choi.

She grunted in acknowledgement, “He spends every night staring at that old thing and never pays any attention to anything else.”

Mr. Choi let out a long sigh, “If the only girl that gets his attention is one in that shampoo advert, his good looks will be completely wasted.”

Mrs. Choi nodded, “Those poor girls at school will never get a glance out of him.” 

Beomgyu picked up on their conversation faintly. The topic was a regular in the household, and he was used to hearing his parents disapproval and concern. But, truth be told, Beomgyu didn’t care. So what if none of the girls at school got his attention? He liked the shampoo girl on the tv screen instead. None of the girls at school had silky hair or mesmerising eyes or a sweet soft voice or that charming smile. 

Turning off the tap, Beomgyu sighed softly. Maybe falling in love with the girl on the screen was foolish of him. After all, how could he ever expect to find a fairy in real life?

//

“Don’t forget to eat your lunch! You worry me every time you come home with it untouched!” Beomgyu’s mom shouted as he ran out the door, still putting on his shoes halfway down the street. “And one of these days find a pretty girl and introduce us to her!!”

“Sure mom!” Beomgyu called back with a grin.

Math was always the subject that bored Beomgyu the most, so he spent most of his time gazing out the open window in the classroom up at the sky. The soft blues looked just like the background in the commercial, and it wasn’t hard to imagine Y/n living up in the clouds.

“Is it nice up there, Y/n?” Beomgyu thought.

“Who’s Y/n?” 

Beomgyu snapped out of his trance, eyes focusing on Soobin who sat in front of him. “What?” He must have thought out loud.

“Who’s Y/n?” Soobin repeated, smile growing more mischievous by the second. “Is she your girlfriend? Crush? Lover?”

“What!? No!” Beomgyu glared at him, shutting the thought down.

“Is she pretty?” Soobin continued.

Beomgyu’s brain went back to the image of the girl and he nodded slightly. Soobin’s teasing went on for the whole day, and soon Yeonjun was teasing him about it as well. 

Beomgyu walked out of the school building and towards a small cafe that he liked. He bought a drink and walked to the park by the school, lying down on one of the benches and almost drifting off to sleep with the warm breeze. 

“Excuse me, do you happen to know where a convenience store is?” Beomgyu opened one of his eyes slightly, blinking a few times before he could see properly again. He sat up slightly and then froze, jaw dropping and cheeks burning.

“Are you okay?” You asked, peering at the boy on the bench with concern.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu stuttered, “I’m… I’m okay.” He rubbed his eyes and stared at you again. Then he smacked his forehead.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah!” Beomgyu assured you, “How did I manage to hallucinate Y/n in the park-” He whispered to himself.

“Do you know me?”

“Huh?” He looked back at your face, heart almost melting on the spot. It was different seeing the face of a fairy in 3D instead of on the crappy tv monitor.

“You said Y/n, right?”

Beomgyu nodded, and then his brows furrowed in further confusion, “How did you get out of the tv?”

“Tv?”

“Nevermind,” Beomgyu smiled cheekily. He had a pretty smile. “I’m Beomgyu, by the way.”

“I’m Y/n.” 

Beomgyu let out a soft breath halfway between a laugh and a disbelieving sigh, “You said you were looking for a convenience store, right?” 

You nodded, “Yes. Are there any nearby? I usually don’t come by this neighbourhood.” 

“What are you looking for?”

“Shampoo.”

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[marleyybluu]

Quickies

Fezco x fem!reader

WC: 925

Warnings: smut with barely any plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex but a strong pull out game

Fez had the phone pressed against his ear. He leaned back against the sofa cushions and his free hand went to scratch the back of his neck as his patience was wearing thin. "She's almost done, we'll leave in the next five minutes, we'll be on time, relax... okay, bye." He hung up and immediately shouted her name but did not receive an answer in return. "Come on, Rue and Jewel said they're already on their way to the restaurant."

No answer.

He groaned leaving his phone behind and going on the hunt for his wife, he ran upstairs ducking his head inside her walk-in closet but there was no sign of her, next was the bedroom but once again nothing until he got to the bathroom catching her in the process of finishing her look.

Fez opened his mouth to rush her but stopped before he even started, he leaned against the door frame with a smirk creeping on his face. "You know that girl's name is Jules right?" He nodded not listening to a word that she just said. "Ugh, remind me not to pregame before I put on lashes or earrings. This is taking forever." Said Y/n while she leaned over the counter to get a closer look at what she was doing. "I switched out my nose ring too, do you like it?" Her voice holding seduction. He didn't say anything just continued to look her up and down, his eyes glued to her backside.

"Yeah, I like it." He muttered his answer still not taking a proper look at her face. She shook her head noticing him and swayed her hips from side to side. He reached out squeezing her bum, his callous hands resting on the side of her thighs. "Can you behave? Didn't you just say we're going to be late?"

"Did I?"

"O'Neil, if we're late you're not blaming me."

Fez took off his jacket hanging it up on the doorknob, he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and slowly got down on his knees. Y/n gulped feeling his hands hike up her dress exposing her bare ass with her black thong sitting between her plump cheeks, he kissed the back of her thighs leading to the crevice under her ass, he pressed his lips against her soft and supple skin. She giggled feeling his teeth graze next. "We're going to eat at dinner."

He pulled down her panties drooling at the treat in front of him. "I want to eat right now."

Y/n gasped when his tongue teasingly passed against her slit, playing between her folds, slobbering all over her fat pussy. She was no longer focused on her task at hand, she bent over further allowing him more access to her cunt. His large hands cupped her backside perfectly while he spread her cheeks apart. His tongue messily played with her clit, his saliva dripping onto the floor. Fez smacked her ass before moving his head. "Put your leg up." He instructed.

Y/n obeyed him and rested her knee up on the bathroom counter, he pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, she moaned seeing his cock curve upward— the shaft was wide and she whimpered pushing back for it. "Stop." He said spanking her again.

He rubbed his pink tip against her soaking clit, between her lips and pushed inside of her oh so slowly, her walls quickly welcomed him. Y/n moaned feeling him slightly stretch her out. He pulled out till his tip was left inside her before slamming back in.

She covered her mouth to muffle the small scream. He chuckled doing it again this time her eyes disappear to the back of her skull. "Fuck!"

Fez rested his hands on the counter pressing his lips on the back of her head, he grunted feeling her wet walls surrounding him. "You just let me have her any time?" He taunted. She panted looking up at him through the glass. "Yes, Fezzy, she's all yours." She whined.

His hands gripped her hips holding her still, her legs began to tremble, his thrusts were getting to her. "Fez... Fez...mmm."

"I feel you, baby, trust me, I fucking feel you."

She was quickly falling apart, contracting around his dick constantly and the longer her orgasm went on the wetter she became. "Shit, I'm cummin." He moaned slamming his hips against her cheeks causing a ripple of waves with every hit. Fez had two more pumps in him before he quickly pulled out and jerked himself before dripping his thick cream onto her round backside.

Y/n huffed waiting for him to clean her off, her phone screen lit up with a message from Jules. "And now we're late." She laughed. After he had wiped her off with a warm rag he pulled her underwear back up and fixed her dress for her before fixing himself. She shook her head packing her phone in her purse, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as they shuffled quickly downstairs and out the door.

They arrived at the restaurant as soon as possible apologizing for their tardiness when they got there, she blushed sulking in her seat as Jules nudged her already suspecting the real reason they were just getting there. "You two are like rabbits." She whispered. Y/n sucked her teeth lightly hitting her. She turned looking over at Fez who was already chatting with Rue, he picked up his wine glass and took a quick glance at her shooting her a wink before placing the glass on his lips.

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth thinking about going back home already.

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[minorisato]

a sinister style, mystery with a smile

transformers, monster high / background simpatico, cdrw / wc: 925 / warnings: referenced unethical scientific practice / notes: you read that right! i made a MHxTF crossover! you can see some art for it i made here and here! / consider commissioning me!

“I am kind of curious,” Rewind confessed, “how did a normie like you get accepted into a university for monsters?”

Brainstorm looked away hesitantly. “I’m not the only normie, you don’t need to ask me. Go ask Drift.”

Rewind squinted. “First of all, you are the only normie on campus. Second, related to the first point, Drift is half monster. He’s just really touchy about it.” Rewind gesticulated, floating behind the scientist. “You’re full human, though. How did you get accepted?”

Brainstorm’s eye twitches. He’s trying to focus on his textbook. “I don’t know,” Brainstorm tells him, “it’s just the only place I could go. Money shit. Housing junk. This was the best option for me.”

Rewind made his way to Brainstorm’s side, phasing slightly into the table. “That’s fair, it’s just the getting accepted part I’m confused about. Did you put something cool in your application?” He lowers his voice. “Did you bribe the dean?”

“One, if I bribed the dean, I sure as shit would not tell you. But also, I don’t even have the money to bribe the dean if I wanted?” Brainstorm sighs, pushing his textbook away. “All I put in my application was… standard stuff? Achievements, awards, my transcripts.” He rubbed his chin, trying to think about what might have helped him. “Nothing that interesting or out of the ordinary.”

“What sort of achievements?” Rewind asked, “Scientific ones?”

“Yeah, mostly,” Brainstorm told him, gesticulating. “One award for Fastest-Acting Poisonous Agent, an achievement for Most Reanimated Animals In One Year.” A shrug. “Like I said, nothing super interesting.”

Rewind made a face, looking at Brainstorm as though he was crazy. “I didn’t have anything like that on my application.” A pause. The ghost seemed to sink a little bit. “In fact, I don’t know anyone who’s had something like that on their application.”

Brainstorm squinted at the shorter, confused. “Really? It’s pretty standard science stuff, I thought.” He looked back down at his textbook. “Maybe that’s why I got accepted, but I dunno. It’s not like I invented reanimation sciences or anything. Look at Whirl. Fuck, look at Kaon.”

Still, Rewind looked at him in that strange way. “Yeah, but like, most reanimations in a year is pretty impressive. I could see that being your ticket in.”

“Animals. Reanimated animals, specifically,” Brainstorm explained. “Reanimated humans is a whole other thing. It’s a little past my skill set.”

“...Right,” Rewind agreed, sinking a bit further into the ground. “Well, I’m pretty sure that answers my questions, at least.”

Brainstorm almost felt the need to question what Rewind meant by that– and also why he kept sinking– when the library doors cracked open, and in walked Perceptor and Chromedome. “Percy!” Brainstorm yelled, waving his arm so that the vampire could find him easily. The library shushed him, which he ignored.

Perceptor and Chromedome made their way to the table, and Brainstorm turned back to greet them. “Percy,” he started, “reanimation isn’t that crazy to put on an application, right? Normal science stuff.”

Perceptor grimaced. “What have you two been talking about.”

“I was just curious how Brainstorm got accepted into a school for monsters, since he’s a normie,” Rewind explained, moving to float next to Chromedome. “And, uh. Reanimation sciences net him a spot, I guess.”

“It’s a normal thing to put on an application,” Brainstorm insisted.

“Ahhhn,” Chromedome groaned.

“Chromedome says it is absolutely not normal,” Rewind chuckled. Chromedome made another noise of what sounded like elaboration, but Brainstorm elected to ignore him, turning back to Perceptor.

“You’re a scientist,” Brainstorm began, gesturing. “So I figured you would know if that’s a weird thing to put on an application or not.”

Perceptor did seem to actually consider this. “If you only applied here,” he said, “then I don’t think it would be all too unusual. Other colleges might have a problem with your credentials involving reanimation sciences, though.” Perceptor tilted his head questioningly at the normie. “Did you apply to other universities?”

“No, just this one. To be honest, I wasn’t planning on going to university if I didn’t get accepted here. It’s the only school I could afford going to.” As he explained this, he shrugged.

“In that case, I don’t think it’s a problem,” Perceptor smiled, fangs peeking out slightly between his lips. “It probably did help you actually get accepted here.”

“Hey, Brainstorm,” Rewind interjected. “You said reanimating a human is out of your skill set, but have you ever actually tried? It might go better than you expect.”

“Oh,” Brainstorm let out, and suddenly his demeanor seemed to change, and his eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah, once. That was actually why I started learning about reanimation sciences in general.” He paused. “It didn’t go very well, though.”

The mood shifted. Rewind and Chromedome looked at each other hesitantly, and Perceptor reached out, clearly wanting to comfort Brainstorm somehow, but not being sure how, exactly, to do that.

“Anyway,” Brainstorm sighed, looking back up. “That’s all in the past now. I’ll give it another shot someday, sure, but for now I wanna focus on improving the skills I already have instead of trying to learn some whole other thing.” He smirked, chuckling a bit to himself. “That reanimation achievement didn’t require the animals to be functional, y’know, just alive. So.”

Chromedome took a single step backwards, away from the scientist. “Is that so!” Rewind laughed nervously, following his boyfriend in backing away.

Perceptor, meanwhile, was wondering if it was wrong to find this side of him so charming.