#D an G x reader

[the-illiterate-pirate]

D+G headcanons, sfw AND nsfw? preferably with a masc s/o? 🥺💖

Random D an G HCs ♡

Nsfw under the cut as always

FUCK YEAH MASC READER FTW. Just fyi I try to stay gender neutral for headcanons but if needed I will be using masc terms this time around! This is actually my first request using a male reader so this is hype

• D an G just loves to surprise you. Little jumpscares in the halls, claustrophobic romantic dates in the janitors closet, you name it

• He LOVES to feed you food during lunch and dinner. Ever the romantic, feeding you slop with a heart in his eye

• So don't get me wrong, my man is smart in his own way, but he gives off major himbo energy.

• Somehow he still finds way to get you gifts, even in Green Dolphin. I think he's stealing them. But anything you mention off handedly or talk about so longingly in passing conversation, how is D supposed to just let it slide?

• Fond of toilet wine and has gotten pretty good at making it

• He's in the super secret gabbling ring in the Aquarium. Sucks at it, but I mean he isn't losing any actual money so what's the harm. (They mostly use stolen items and food)

• He's pretty tight with some of the guards, like Viviano and the yellow coral hair looking mf too despite D an G's history

• Can I just throw here my HC that his actual name is Gabbana Dolce. He swapped his initials around as a cover in case other inmates recognized his original name

• Paranoid of what might happen if they find out he's an ex cop :( he hides out in maximum security the most because at least Viviano is there to keep him company (when you can't)

• Suffers from insomnia. Most of the time tries to walk it off until sunrise, then tries to ignore how fucking exhausted he is the next morning

• Your cell bed is much comfier than his, likes to steal it during open hours while you're busy.

• He also likes to cuddle <3 I won't say having you around immediately fixes all his problems but you do help

• Has the prettiest and fluffiest dark brown hair underneath his helmet. As long as he remembers to wash it though

• Speaking of sneaking into your cell...

• D surprises you with many late night rendezvous

• I see him being into somno, as long as he gets consent

• He may be a criminal but he is still a GENTLEMAN

• He leans more into soft dom, but loves to tease you and call you all kinds of pet names. It can get sickening at some point

• Def into slapping ass. Constantly. In public or not, your ass is not safe.

• Totally calls himself papa and you papi I'M SORRY

• Can I just say? Bear bf. Hairy.

• The rare occasion I allow a character to have the girth and the size HE IS PACKING

• He may be a little stupid but dw my man knows how to prepare you <3

• Loves having quickies in the most fucked up places, outside, mop closets, the shower room, bending you over in your OPEN ASS CELL what is this man thinking

• He's got big tits and he knows it, doesn't mind if you ever want to suffocate yourself with them

• Low-key has a voice kink, but on the giving end. Loves talking in your ear, saying how good you feel, making tiny moans and whines oh god it's to die for

• After sex naps are a must. Sex helps him conk out easier and tbh it's easier to just take them with him instead of trying to escape <3 he's like a constrictor when he's sleepy

• He'd be a really good kisser too I think. Just very sloppy

[soupbabe]

Could I perhaps request Viviano Westwood/Lang Rangler/Sports Maxx/D+G/Thunder Mcqueen x nb reader who is very sick and bedridden? The five of em maybe taking care of them and keeping them company, making sure they eat and making them feel cared for? that kinda thing? it’s kind of a lot but… yeah 🥲

Poly! Viviano Westwood/Lang Rangler/Sports Maxx/D+G/Thunder McQueen x Sick! Reader

Hihi Anon! I'm hoping you start feeling better and have an easy recovery. Also I do these characters justice! I've only had experience writing McQueen so far </3

- I firmly believe that D+G and Sports Maxx help keep everyone together during this time

- They're all extremely worried for you, but those 2 can manage their stress better and help keep everyone calm for the time being

- Head empty Sports Maxx bringing you some flowers when he visits ♡

- He can't help himself, you will end up with at least 3 full bouquets by the time you feel better

- I think D+G might be the only acceptable cook out of the six of you

- He commits the recipes to your comfort meals to memory, doing what he can to adapt to any new diets due to the illness

- Viviano Westwood is the one to go on grocery and medicine runs!

- Just in general, he's pretty avoidant when it comes to his personal life- being able to go out and take his mind off of things, while also being able to chip in when he can is a big win-win

- While the situation is worrying McQueen to no end, he always makes sure you're being fed <3

- Also he does not care about being sick, as long as you're fine with it, he's going to cling onto you

- Lang Rangler is pretty similar to McQueen, he's always going to worm his way through the others to hold your hand

- I think he does best in hospital settings, absolutely would advocate for you if you're dealing with doctors who just won't listen

- Tbh it's best that he gets to do that stuff only

- Leave it up to anyone else and all of your partners are getting kicked out of the hospital

[mskenway97]

This is what I would have from some of my thoughts in mind, about their encounter:

D-16 has had a monotonous life, focus on the mine, draw energon... At least admiration for the Primes and especially Megatronus Prime.

At least he felt fulfilled following the protocol until one day the work in the mines was going well all secured without explosions, no damage or losses the mine tunnels were fully secured until he saw a somewhat rare breach that he went to investigate alone, he was going to warn with the link but had lost the signal, he was going to return to see that the entrance had been completely closed.

He had no choice but to move forward seeing that the tunnel widened more and more. He had to turn on the lights admiring the beauty of that place, the raw energon everywhere. D-16 only thought about the success he was going to have and that Sentinel was going to recognize his great feat, he only had to try to communicate with someone, until he was astonished to see a huge robot standing, it was as big as if it was the whole Iacon, D-16 compared it and it didn't reach a big part of his pede.

Guided by curiosity, D-16 kept looking at that big titan it was red and blue it looked like it had lost power long ago or had fallen long ago. D began to inspect it closely but it was somewhat complicated to try to climb. It looked like it was dormant, it was moving carefully by the legs, slowly it was getting closer to the chestplate, seeing the big hole in it. it was with its servo it got closer to the chest.

Then a blue spark ignited and from D's face red marks came out near the optics making him startled. D was getting more and more scared as he saw that the titan's optics had activated, causing D to instinctively run away as he saw it move, the cave was starting to shake as well.

D was regretting what he had done, he ran as fast as he could until he saw a giant servo approaching him faster and faster.

He tried to dodge it but his other servo had caught him he had no escape, he thought it would be the end of him he saw the big titan approaching close to his face.

D was trembling he didn't know what to do he was terrified he would end up in pieces.

-Please don't hurt me... I didn't want to bother you," said D.

There was only the sound of movement and what sounded like a smile.

-It's been stellar cycles without being able to move, thanks buddy... My name is Orion Pax," said a voice from his mind making D look to see what was going on, "Confused huh? You'll get used to it. Tell me your name

-Well... I... D-16, miner, sir it's an honor - said D-16 with a laugh ringing in his head.

- Don't give me formalities, D-16... I think we are going to get to know each other quite well," said Orion smirked.

In those moments D literally didn't know where he had gotten himself and the impact it was going to have on his life.

[pettyprocrastination]

actually thinking about that “not all characters should be in a coffee shop au” because simon riley is absolutely a line cook with a permanent record who takes hella smoke breaks and is always one more “table three said theyre chicken tastes ‘funny’ “ away from fucking killing somebody 

[devourable]

how would your delinquents react to their darling just...not showing up to their usual spots, not returning their calls, or even (dramatic gasp) leaving their texts on read? but! turns out it's because darling's sick and went nonverbal?

🌡️ the delinquents x sick darling 🌡️

it would NOT take long for them to figure out where you had gone. you not responding to messages was one thing, but when they don’t see you at the spots they’d usually find you in? they’d literally be hunting you down like a pack of wolves. did something happen to you? were you okay? it’d worry them sick not seeing you for even a day.

your home would be the first place they’d check — nevermind how they got in without your assistance, the extra key is for safety reasons! — and they’d practically collapse in relief when they find you crumpled up in bed, safe and sound. god knows what they’d do if you weren’t there…

mattias would immediately jump into your bed, curl up right next to you and snatch you up in his arms. he missed you so much! he’d whine and cry about how he was so worried, how he hated not getting to see you, cover your face in kisses and bury himself into your neck. he’d literally have to be peeled off of you by his friends to get separated from you.

unsurprisingly, mattie would promptly catch whatever was ailing you and later end up bedridden right next to you. he’d try to be helpful, making your bed when judas carries you out of it and fetching you something comfortable to rest in, but he’d ultimately wind up useless and have to rest beside you. which he didn’t mind — he always liked being the one to get the most skinship with you.

judas would be the first to pick up that you’re ill, though the rest of the guys wouldn’t be far behind. he’d gently scold you as he presses his hand to your forehead and neck, asking why you couldn’t have at least told them you needed help. were you so unwell that you couldn’t even call them? but he would be incapable of staying even slightly unhappy with you — the way you pressed into his hands, comforted by how cool they were compared to your feverish skin, would ironically melt his heart.

he and dom would be the ones taking most of the reigns. judas would go to work closing all your curtains, replacing your heavier blankets with light ones (no amount of complaints would stop him, your fever would never break if you stayed all bundled up!), making sure you’re well hydrated, give you a cool bath to make sure you to get all that sweat off and hopefully break your fever — he’d do so much that the other guys would claim that he was trying to hog you. which he totally was, but it was in the name of your health!

dominic, meanwhile, would get to work making you soup, ushering aaron off with his wallet to get needed ingredients and proper medicine (much to his best friend’s chagrin, but he is the only one with a car, so…). he knows your preferences already and would take advantage of that in hopes of making something capable of stoking your appetite enough to get you to eat.

he’d ask multiple times if you were sure you didn’t wanna see a doctor. if he took you to his, you’d be seeing the best of the best! surely they could give you something that’d fix you up in no time! but secretly he’d be elated when you’d decline — getting to take care of you was so fun, and if it was what you wanted then who was he to say no to you?

when aaron returns, he’d insist on being the one to feed and medicate you since he had to miss out on your care to go shopping. alongside food and medicine, he’d bring stuff that he figured you’d like — movies that you’ve been meaning to watch queued up on his laptop, a few snacks that you could try if you wanted something that wasn’t soup, a small fan to set up next to your bed, things to make yourself more comfortable. he’d pull your head into his lap and feed you, and when you were able to finish an entire meal without getting sick, he’d wipe your face and reward you with kisses of his own. ones less intense than the ones mattias gave you when they all first arrived, though. he wasn’t keen on getting sick.

all of his plans for the next few days would be canceled, no matter what they were. he could always reschedule and plan around them. you were his priority, as you were to all of his friends, and he wouldn’t spend another second away from your side when you needed him.

when you wake up the next day, you’d be greeted to the sight of all four boys sleeping around you — judas and dom on the floor, aaron propped up next to your bed, and mattias in your bed, still clinging to you. even if you feel better at that point, they’ll keep you there for juuust one more day… to make sure you’re really feeling better. they wanna make sure this type of thing doesn’t have to happen again.

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[dearlawdimasimp]

Master Sorcerer of Kindness and Humility

Pairings: MK System x Sorcerer!Reader, Khonshu x Sorcerer!Reader

Warnings: English isn't my first language, Spanish is from google translate

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Summary: Things in the Sanctum Santorum has been…pretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.

With your growing exhaustion, so did the worry of the moon boys grew.

a/n: Hai so uh it has been awhile since i posted eheh I just noticed i have MANY rotting fics in my docs so decided to post now ( ´∀`)/~~ Enjoy lovelies! (^o^)／~💜 (this fic is crossposted on AO3 under the same title and author name ^-^)

Things in the Sanctum Santorum has been…pretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.

The supposed assigned sorcerers for each class told you that they are needed on a mission across the globe and are in need of a substitute, of course being the kind soul that you are you agreed on subbing them for the meantime while they're off to save humanity. The library duty has always been yours though, you volunteered on the job when Wong said he needed someone to take his place as he takes the Sorcerer Supreme, and ever since the world has gone back to its normal state, you remained as the librarian.

Your overloaded schedule leads to early mornings and late nights, and less time with your moon boys™.

To say that they are concerned of your health is a bit of an understatement, they're fucking worried as every time they see you, your eyebags grow darker and puffier than the last time.

But, somehow, even with all the things going on with you (only knowing what you are allowed to talk about), you still insert a little bit of your time to cook Steven his favorite breakfast before he goes to work, you still brew up Mark's favorite coffee, prepare Jake's uniform for his side-job during the night as a limo driver, and bring Khonshu offerings on the small altar you've made for him that is purposefully placed on the windowsill where the moon usually shines.

They are thoroughly impressed, but at the same time endlessly worried as your eyes grow weary and exhausted each time you enter the flat.

However, you still have the same warming smile on your lips every time you greet them after work. Joy was etched into your tone as you kissed them and mingled with them for a few hours, dismissing their worries with gentle eyes and kept on insisting that you love your job. You even still have the fiery stare whenever they tell you to rest and let them handle the dishes, which diminishes when Khonshu lays his hand on your shoulders, coaxing you to rest. The god pulls you to the shared bed and once your head hits the plush white pillows, you're out like a light.

The system continues to take care of cleaning the kitchen before joining their sorcerer in deep sleep and joining you in the dreamworld for a while before the Lunar deity of Egypt pulls them to another night of being his fist of vengeance. They would be back and join you once more in bed, and let sleep pull them to its cocoon. And you wake up not an hour later to start the day.

And this went on for a few more days before the moon boys decided to put an end to this. Their last straw was when you had fallen asleep mid-conversation while in front of your food. You were in that level of exhaustion to the point that you couldn't keep yourself awake while eating. They drew the line at that.

They carefully laid your slumbering self down on the bed before donning on the suit, “We'll be back, hermosa.” Jake held your hand and kissed your knuckles tenderly. “We just need to have a bit of a word with them, love, don't worry.” Steven gently lays your hand down on your stomach and leaves a kiss on your forehead before Marc leaps out of the window and out to the London air as Khonshu guides them with his wind to the London Sanctum.

The trip wasn't long before they landed on the Sanctum's roof. The place was brimming with magic and the system could feel it. Marc tries to enter through the window but the scenery changes before his foot lands on the stained glass. A confused and ungraceful landing led him to curse under his breath as he observed his surroundings.

“Be vigilant, Spector.” The god throws caution to the wind, his rumbling voice echoing in the minds of the system. Marc keeps his snarky remark to the god to himself, wanting to tell the god he knows what he's doing. He rolled his eyes instead as he composures himself, and inspects the room they are in.

The place is reminiscent of those temples that houses holy relics, it was old but in tip-top shape. The floor below him looks furnished and one that can be compared closed to an old mansion, and the slabs holding what he thinks are relics had intricate wood carvings were carefully placed on both sides of the hallway he's in. It was leading to an illuminated room and so he took no more than a second to head to the light.

His eyes wandered around the hallway he's walking down in, Steven was gushing at the designs while he and Jake kept silent and kept an eye for any threat.

The room they entered was spacious, save for the relics enclosed in glass and the big circle window that allowed the moonlight to fill the space. It had intricate swirls which Marc remembers, was the same design of the brooch you have on your collar.

However, it wasn't the window that had caught their attention but rather the man behind it, who was eerily calm while peering out the glass. The London night visible to the man that had a red cape that's barely touching the wooden floors.

“An unexpected visit from the Knight of Khonshu himself. You know, you're lucky you're under the protection of the Master Sorcerer here in London.” The man states with a booming voice, bouncing off the walls and glass in the room. It was humorous, but full of threat.

“Or else what?” Marc quips inattentively, keeping distance from the sorcerer who had yet introduced himself.

“Or else I would have thrown you to the ocean the moment you stepped foot on the Sanctum.” The man's baritone voice lowered an octave as he turned to finally meet Moon Knight's glowing eyes.

He had a goatee and the robes he wore were akin to their beloved but in the deep shade of blue instead of your favorite color.

Goatee. Red cloak. This was the Stephen Strange you can't stop complaining about.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips through his masked face. He believes the sorcerer's powers alright, he just can't keep a straight face after the memory of you audibly cussing Strange out had just played in their minds.

“Right,” Marc takes out his crescent daggers from his chest, “I'm only here-”

“Trust me you don't want to fight me.”

“Let us finish, pendejo!” Jake growls as he fronts, not wanting to waste more time and to get out of the place as soon as possible.

They weren't planning to fight. They weren't stupid. They can feel every ounce of energy and magic in the building. They stepped into a lion's den. But if it is what it needs for these sorcerers to hear them? They will face these magic wielders head on.

It seemed that Strange was a bit perplexed at the alter's rage or maybe it was the suit change, but they couldn't care less.

“We're only here because that Master Sorcerer you talked about is always on the verge of passing out every time they go home.” Marc's jaw clenches under the mask as he continues with a step forward to the sorcerer—who promptly took a step back— as his fingers flex around the sharp gold crescent on his hand, “For the past weeks they have been wrung out and just a while ago, had passed out while eating.” When he finished his sentence the room was suddenly swept with a wild draft, with no windows open.

They were not able to notice the confused and worried squint of the former sorcerer supreme's eyes as Marc continues, his tone nothing but purely scathing.

“My point is, We will not be allowing them to come to work tomorrow and until she gets the proper rest she deserves, and not until you fix her schedule that is ethical and appropriate hours of work.” He ends his spiel right in front of the sorcerer, looking up to him with a keen glare, his glowing ivory eyes illuminating the sharpened features of Stephen Strange.

“Or else?” The sorcerer rasps as he stares right back at the avatar, standing his ground, and using the exact words back to the stark white cloaked man.

As if on cue, stronger gusts of wind shakes the glass covers and uncovered relics. The Egyptian God of the Moon materializes behind the sorcerer and with a booming, bitter voice, he answers, “Then you will face the consequences of causing harm to one of whom is under my protection, Stephen Strange.”

The said sorcerer turns his body to the side to glance at the moon god. In all his glory he was towering over him, moonlight was illuminating his monstrously tall and slender figure as the bronzed crescent end of his staff that is nearly scratching the ceiling reflected it. His loose, darkened, silk robe was flowing and whipping around without the presence of the wind, his crouched figure wrinkling the bandages on his torso as his bleached bird skull head tilted down and gave Stephen a hollowed stare.

With a sigh, which had displeased the moon collective and took it as an insult, he nodded to accept their terms. He honestly had no idea you had worked yourself to the bone and will consult the other Master Sorcerers and Wong of your schedule. He knew you were humble and kind, but he didn't know it would be up to the point that your.. acquaintances.. had to show up and tell them of your over-extended goodwill.

“I will inform our masters of such, thank you for bringing this to our attention.” He ends the conversation as he does not want to deal with whatever this is. He was not intimidated, not one bit—okay maybe a bit but he has faced much worse! What's intimidating him is the fact that a literal god has taken you under his wing and has gone out of his way to announce his displeasure.

“As you should.” And with that, the moon party calmed down before they vanished in a swirl of blur and whirling sand. Let's just say you were confused when you woke up late, about to dash to the bathroom before you were stopped by your moon god and gave you a letter that was sent by the Sorcerer Supreme that basically said take a break. You were perplexed as you stared at the paper then up to the moon god, who ushered you back to bed and lulled you to sleep. When you woke up you were pampered by the boys with food and cuddles, all gently forcing you to stay in bed and to let them service you for the day as they had also taken the day off. You couldn't help but tear up at their tender loving care all day and being such gentlemen for doing such. Your love for them was overflowing and you kept promising them that you would do the same to them if ever need be, which they dismissed because as they said, “Today is all about you, love. So you better descansar(take a rest), and we'll take care of the rest, sweetheart. And not just today, up until the last day of the week or maybe next couple of weeks, you got that baby?”

This has earned a heartful laugh from you and an affectionate shake of your head before pulling them into a kiss. You were puzzled and have a lot of questions as to how or why you were given a large amount of time off but you really couldn't complain especially if it meant more time with your moon boys.

Back to the sanctum however, the former sorcerer supreme was fuming at the how fucked up your schedule was and how fucked up you were for taking it even though you were literally doing the impossible, and the fact that none of the other masters pointed it out to Wong, who was also equally fuming to the masters that had asked you to cover for them for a ‘mission’ when they were just taking a fucking vacation.

"You are lucky their patron didn't know of your whereabouts, or gods knows what he will do to you.” Wong warned them, displeased and infuriated, written all over his features.

Oh but Khonshu heard, of course he did, and made those masters’ month a living hell through inconveniencing them at every chance he gets. To which Strange and Wong only but gave them a deadpanned stare of ‘deal with it’ when they asked for their help.

[hunterbunter3000]

OMG SWEETHEART GETTING THE GUYS WORKED UP😍 GET IT GIRLFRIEND

imagine she wears on the those dresses that have HIGH ass slits on both sides showing off her thighs and a sliver of her ass. just a peak yk..a little tease for later

WHHOOOOO

I mean it looks so beautiful on her. Hair in thick, long braids, pearls interwoven in the hair by delicate hands, with gold sparkly jewelry adorning on her skin. She looks like ethereal royalty, sultry makeup and hair. Lips glossy and plump with such a pretty color and nails dipped in gold.

And that dress...

It might as well be a second skin, with how sinful it looks on her. A black Spaghetti strapped body con dress with the deepest v-line they've ever seen. And when she walks, the splits show off her shiny, thick thighs and her long "Stairway to Heaven" legs-- fuckkkkkk

The clicks of her gold gladiator heels makes all of their fantasies want to come true. "Alright, boys! How do I look?" She asks with a smile as she pivots her back towards them. Oh hell, you can see some of her ass-- who the fuck made this dress?

Gaz inhales deeply and Alex bites his fist. Soap has drool coming out of his mouth while Ghost is hiding his crotch behind a pillow. "You look absolutely gorgeous, princess." Price tells her with a low voice, his crossed arms straining against his chest. "Strahlend..." König whispers to himself. "Good." Horangi flats out. He mechanically gives her a thumbs up, not noticing the blood trickling out of his mask. "Good, good. Very good style."

Sweetheart giggles, collecting her purse. "Awww, thanks guys! I'll see you later, okay?" As she was turning around, she drops her wallet on the floor. She mumbles a curse under her breath and bends down to retrieve it.

I mean, good lord. They can only take so much.

[gdinthehouseee]

gdinthehouseee masterlist <3

you can see my introduction here :) - this masterlist includes bigbang and squid game

REQUESTS: closed (for uni coursework and request catchup)

BIGBANG

KWON JI-YONG / G-DRAGON

Neon Secrets + Part 2

Whiskers and Warmth

Bittersweet

Under the Weather

Lucky Star

Killshot

Valentine's

Stars Rewritten

224

CHOI SEUNG-HYUN / T.O.P

A Moment in Marble

Gentle

Misread

KANG DAE-SUNG / D-LITE

Spotlight

SQUID GAME

still a work in progress!!

i have also written for JJBA and Yakuza/LAD in the past, which can be found on my ao3 so feel free to check it out if you're interested :)

[maskedcrawford]

Home

Kang Daesung x Reader

Summary: Breaking up is hard, especially when you constantly see the person. But this time, feelings refuse to be pushed down for both of you.

Warnings: Slight angst and fluff.

A/N: My first Daesung fic is here! I hope you guys enjoy it<3

Requests are OPEN

“Can you believe this,” you scoff showing Daesung some random article by the k-media.

“Singer songwriter y/n l/n riding on coattails of her new boyfriend,” he reads out loud. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. You and Daesung had a met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off. He was all ready big into the music industry while you were just starting out. You hadn’t become a household name but you weren’t a nobody either.

“Just ignore it,” he sighs placing his arms around your torso. You rest against his chest for a moment, trying to forget about the article.

“It’s bad enough I all ready have to prove myself in an industry that’s harder on women,” you whine into his chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“I know, agi,” he rubs circles onto your back.

“You want me to say something?” he offers kindly.

“No, that would just make it worse. I need to do it on my own.” He lets you go but not before placing a sweet gentle kiss to your lips.

“I believe in you,” he smiles.

The memory plays through your mind one last time before your manager calls out to you. You look at him with wide doe eyes.

“Y/n, let’s run that last song again! The chorography needs to be perfect.” You sigh and nod your head. As the song plays, instead of singing with it you just focus on the dance, your mind floating back to the memory, the way your now ex boyfriends lips felt on yours. Sure it’d been 6 months since you’d seen him, but the breakup was hard on you. Daesung had been a good friend and a great boyfriend, he even still showed up for you, which is why the break up was so hard, after all it’s harder to get over someone you see on a regular basis. Like today, you both would be doing songs at this charity concert so you were bound to cross paths, again.

“That looks great,” you hear that familiar up beat voice call out. You turn your head to the side of the stage and see him there, his grin huge and proud. You force a smile, trying to shove down the pain.

“Thanks, Dae,” you say as you finish the last move.

“All right, hydrate and rest.” Your manager is quick to answer a phone call as Daesung is all ready striding to you with some water.

“Thanks,” you grin shyly, your face slightly pink from the cardio you just rehearsed. The way he looked at you, most would think he’s a proud best friend or even brother, there was no pain in his eyes when it came to you, even if it was in his heart.

“It makes no sense, this-this whole thing,” you shouted at your boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” He shouted back at you. You and Daesung rarely fought but when you did, it was usually serious.

“It’s not like I’m sleeping with her,” he retorts with attitude.

“I’m not saying that,”

“Might as well,” he scoffs, “It’s like you don’t trust me!”

“I didn’t say that,” you try to defend, a little a quieter.

“Last I checked, you didn’t like me being photographed with other guys.” You remind him sharply.

“That doesn’t mean we argued over it. I trust you, y/n! I thought you might trust me,” he walks out of the room leaving you there for a moment. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you did. But you knew how girls could be. Not that he would hurt you on purpose, but still. It made you uncomfortable.. You walk to his room and stand in the door way.

“It just makes me uncomfortable, because I know you love me but at the same time, I know there’s better out there.” You rub your arms as you fold them across your chest. He sighs loudly.

“No there isn’t, and if you can’t trust that you’re the one I’m coming home to, we shouldn’t be together.” Your eyes widen as he doesn’t even look at you.

“Are you saying we’re done?” you choke out, voice cracking slightly.

“You don’t trust me,” he says voice low, barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I,” you stop as the tears fill your eyes. You didn’t feel you should apologize for your feelings, but you didn’t want to lose him at the same time. You both stood in silence for what felt like years.

“I guess I’ll go then,” you said as you slowly made your way to the front door. Tears spilling down your cheeks as you walk to the front door of his house. You pause and let yourself look at his place one last time, knowing this would be the last time you seen it.

“I think the song’s great,” he slings an arm around your shoulder and you smile at him.

“Thank you, I’m excited to perform it.” He offers you a snack, knowing you didn’t eat much that day. You take a second to really look at him. His long dark hair, his arms and the way the t shirt he wore clung to his muscles.

“Y/n?” You snap out of your daze.

“Huh,” you squeak out as you blush. He chuckles and you roll your eyes. He caught you.

“I said, if you’re done I need to run through my set.”

“Oh, oh yeah, I’m good. I’m done.” You smile embarrassed. You turn to walk off but Daesung isn’t done yet.

“Care to watch? Give me some tips?” he smirks as you turn around and wiggles his brows at the end of his sentence. You truly didn’t want to, watching him perform always made your knees weak, let alone hearing him sing. His vocals were God’s gift to humanity.

“Um, yeah, I guess I can,” you sheepishly follow him to the stage and sit on the edge as you watch him do his thing. Being the seasoned performer her was, he didn’t need tips, he just wants you to watch. He wants an excuse to near you again.

After his set, you clap your hands for him and he does a dramatic bow.

“Great job!” You run up to him and give him a hug and a kiss to the cheek. Your heart starts to beat out of your chest as you realize what you did.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat.

“Sorry, I guess old habits die hard?” you blush wildly.

“Actually, I’d been meaning to,”

“Y/N!” you hear your manager shout, cutting Daesung off. You give him an apologetic look and he nods, understanding you have to go.

“Tell you that I’m sorry and I miss you,” he mumbles to himself aggravated. He’s been trying to find the right time to tell you for the last 5 months that he’s been living in hell without you by his side. How he misses waking up to your smile each morning, as you were almost always up before him. How he missed the way you would get so excited at the stray animals you guys would see when out on walks. How he wasn’t over the future he had planned for the two of you, marriage, a couple of kids and a pet or two.

That night, the place is buzzing with tons of artists getting ready, a few people networking and talking about projects, the anxiety was high and everyone excited.

“You feeling ok,” you hear his familiar voice call out as you see him stick his head in your dressing room. Your stomach does that little knot twisty thing as you look at him ready for his performance.

“I’m ok, just nervous,” you give him a half smile.

“Y/n/n, you’ll do fine,” he says as he walks in. No one’s called you that in months and the way it falls from his lips is nothing short of beautiful. The way he looks at you, as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars makes your head swim.

“I believe in you,” he says as he kisses the top of your head.

“I always have,” he mumbles into your hair, his tone is nostalgic, like he’s remembering how things used to be.

“Go kill it,” he says after bringing himself back to reality. He walks away and you open your mouth the tell him to stay. To stop him from leaving but nothing comes out.

Your performance goes great, you can see Daesung out of the corner of your eye dancing along as he waits to go on after you. You could swear he’s your biggest fan, even now. The only good thing that you could possibly think of that came from breaking up with him, was that no one could say you made it because of him. You did this on your own, but there were many times, including now, you wondered if it was really worth it. If you could trade caring about others’ opinions for your relationship never ending. It wasn’t an even trade.

Hitting the last move you hear the crowd go crazy! Your chest heaves up and down as you take in the moment, the fans, the lights, the dancers and the energy are all addicting. The lights go down and you all run off stage.

“That was amazing, agi” he says the words without even thinking. You freeze in his embrace as your heart swells. You pull apart slowly and look at each other. The crowd around you disappearing and the chaos fading to the background.

“Dae,” you both stare at each other, you steal a glance at his lips.

“Dae,” someone calls out again. You can’t peel your eyes off each other.

“Dasesung!” One of the stage hands shakes his shoulders.

“Dude, your up next! Come on,” he’s pulled to the stage.

“Wait,” you call out before you can stop yourself. You decide to go for broke. You run to the very edge of the part of backstage and take his face into your hands.

“This might come back to bite me but,” you hesitate for only a second before allowing your lips to find his in an intense kiss. He puts his hand to your face and caresses it.

“I hate to break up the love fest, but he’s got to go on, like now!” the young pushes him out to stage ripping him from you. You give him a glare but quickly direct your attention to Daesung.

“You got this, baby,” you whisper to yourself. He does his thing, performing like the pro he is and before you can realize what’s happening, he’s running off stage directly to you. He pushes everyone away from him like he’s clawing to get back to you.

“You did great!” You beam up at him with pride. He’s still slightly out of breath, and definitely sweaty, but he kisses you again anyway. You freeze for a moment out of shock. You gently kiss him back, not being able to help the crazy grin on your face when he pulls away

“We should talk,” he says resting his forehead on yours. You nod and both go back to his dressing room. The room is quiet, the noise form outside being muffled as the door shuts to give you privacy.

You both stand there silently; he rests against the back of the door and you stand in the middle of the room with your arms crossed hand gently rubbing your lips.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says quietly, desperately.

“You’ve seen me,” you half way giggle.

“I haven’t held you,” he leans off the door and walks over to you, “I haven’t” he takes your hands in his and kisses the top of them, “Kissed you,” he looks down at you with eyes that are both desperate and passionate. He puts his hands on your hips and pulls you closer to him.

“I haven’t felt you in 6 months. Not the way I want to. Not the way I need to,” he whispers as his forehead finds yours. His breath is ragged and anxious.

“Dae,” you whisper, emotions welling up in your throat.

“We can figure it out, y/n. I know we can,” he wraps his arms around you.

“You told me to leave if I couldn’t trust you, and it’s not that I couldn’t, but I was insecure. I- seeing you with another girl at that point, it made me wonder.” You admit.

“I knew you cared about me,”

“I love you, y/n,” he interrupts, caressing your cheek and rubbing his thumb over it.

“If the last 6 months have taught me anything, it’s that I wasn’t listening to you and I love you.” A small tear escapes your eye and he removes it with his finger.

“Baby I’m crazy about you,” he chuckles.

“You tell me to quit this, I’m done. If it means you’ll come home.” Your noses are touching and you have your arms around his neck now.

“Oppa, no, I’m not asking you to do that,” you play with the hair that falls at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen, I’m sorry we fought,” you press your body to his in a hug, one that feels like home and familiarity.

“I’m sorry I let my insecurity get the best of me,” you say against his shoulder.

“Can I come home,” you ask gently, even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer.

“Always,” he says with another kiss.

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[hiskillingjar]

Brat (Ren/MC)

sorryyyyyy i’m late i’ve been moving in and unpacking shit. stuff happens, ya know? anyway.

day 18: brat second person

"Get off me, you little BRAT!!"

*BZZT*

You yelped loudly at the painful jolt of the shock collar, searing heat radiating across the entire metal band, let alone those bastard prongs, needle sharp and hot. It was enough to instantly shock you into complete stillness on top of Ren, your hands, once clasped tightly around his neck, now static and twisting into gnarled claws against your chest.

"NGH, FUCK!" You shouted, spittle flying across his grimacing face, convulsing on top of him, your hands shrinking back against your chest. "S-STOP SHOCKING ME!"

"You're the one that started all of this!” Ren snarled, baring his teeth (his sharp cannibal teeth) at you as he turned up the voltage of the shock collar, squirming for freedom beneath your body and clutching his bruised neck with his free hand. “What did you expect me to do, play dead?!"

*BZZT*

"FUCK!" You cried out, reaching up for the thrumming metal, trying to get even of inch of distance between the prongs and your skin, and collapsing on your side, off of him, twitching and convulsing like a dying animal. "S-Stop, I can't t-take anymore, mfff-"

“Hff,” He breathed out through a tight sneer, still rubbing his neck as he stood to his feet, standing over you as you convulsed. "I could shock you for hours if I wanted to, you know."

His voice was a cold hiss as he watched you continue to twist and jerk from the painful shocks.

"Maybe I should leave these on longer, hm?” He raised a brow, taking a step closer to you, intimidating in spite of his minute stature. “Just to teach you a lesson on what happens when you try and fight me?”

*BZZT*

"Nnnno, no no," You pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut again as another painful shock warmed your spine in the worst possible way, your entire body wracked with pained spasms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again-!"

"Oh, I'd be a fool to believe that one, brat." He said with a scoffed (and deeply annoyed) laugh, reaching down and grabbing you, forcefully, by the jaw, forcing you to look into his ice-cold eyes as he gave you a condescending look.

His expression was enough to make your skin crawl and your face burn from a shameful mixture of humiliation and perverse curiosity.

God, you were a fucking mess.

"You really don't know how to behave, do you? After everything I do for you, every sacrifice I make just to keep you happy, you keep trying to overpower me. Hmph," He pushed your face away with a slap and took up the shock remote again, holding it so tightly that his claw dug into the plastic.. "Have you never been worried about what'll happen when I stop being so nice?"

*BZZT*

“Nghhh-hah!”

You screamed as the collar gave you a sharper shock, more painful and hotter than it had been before, (almost like he was turning it up to spite you, as opposed to punishing you), your knees pressing up against your chest and your teeth gritting together so hard, it felt like they were going to break.

"Hmph, look at you. You're pathetic." Ren said, rolling his eyes with another little laugh, as he watched you writhe on the ground, looking at you with that same disgusted expression that made your stomach twist in a way that both sickened you and filled you with a deep, shameful heat. "You just don't know when to quit, do you? You really are a brat."

You whimpered quietly, breathing hard through your nose as the pain gradually relented, feeling the painful burn throb on your neck. 

"Fuck you," You murmured, narrowing your eyes towards him.

He laughed again, unexpectedly loud, moving to cover his mouth with his palm before it got any louder.

"Oh wow. Hah! I think you're forgetting that I'm the one with the remote, sweetie," He replied through his titters with a shit eating smirk, moving in to stand over you and placing a foot at the centre of your chest, forcing you down to the ground. "Not you."

You grimaced as he pressed more weight against your chest, (imagining your ribs cracking beneath his feet), staring intently at the silver remote between his fingers. 

"I wonder what would happen if I turned this allllll the way up," He drawled, an almost innocent quality to his voice despite the mischievous gleam in his eyes as he watched you, his finger hovering over the button. "You ever tried it before?” He tilted his head to the side. “I have. It's really not very pleasant."

"Don't," You said quickly, staring at him, brows knitting together with a concerned expression, any gusto you might have had before severely lacking. "...Please."

"And why shouldn't I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow with another smirk, as he pushed down on your chest. "Give me one good reason not to turn it up all the way."

"Ren, that'll kill me," You said with a wheeze, a slight amount of fear in your tone. “W-Won’t it?”

"Mm, you might have a point there…" Ren huffed through his nose, his ears tilting back. He then put a hand to his chin, rubbing it idly as if pondering the thought for a few seconds, before smirking again, fangs sharp and wet. "Lucky for you, I'm not actually trying to kill you. Maybe just make you wish you were dead~"

*BZZT*

You got another, unexpected jolt from the collar, sharper, more painful than the last few had been, and you felt your body jerk like you were possessed under his foot. 

Was this him killing you? Was he actually going to go through with it?

Your wide eyes, blood shot and ringed with black, ringed with bruises,  started to burn with unshed tears and the front of your jeans felt oddly warm...and damp.

Ren's gaze shifted downward almost immediately, as his foot kept you pinned you still to the now sodden carpet, eyeing you with a wicked smirk, his wide eyes glimmering with both curiosity and sadistic excitement.

"Is...that what I think it is?" Ren asked, his voice dripping with a mocking tone. "Ohmigod, did you piss yourself?" He laughed, biting his lips to quell his excitement. "That is soooooo cuuuute!~"

You sniffled a little more, your body hot with pain and humiliation, letting yourself curl up tighter on the ground.

"Awww, how adorable," He teased, staring down at you as he drank in the sight of you. 

He took his foot off of your chest, moving to squat down at your side with a smug, teasing expression. He idly stroked down your side and across your back, like he was trying to comfort you, though he used the opportunity to gently push you onto your back, forcing your eyes together. 

"You know, this is kind of what you get for being such a brat.” He tilted his head, his smile softening to a gentler expression. “Now you know better than to try and fight me, don't you?"

"Mmh," You sniffed, trying to hide your face against the carpet. "Y-Yes..."

"Good.” He praised, patting your shoulder. “Nice to know that I finally managed to train that defiant attitude out of you," He chuckled, his tail wagging eagerly behind him.

"C-Can I...change my pants, please?"

"Mmm, let me think about it," He paused, pretending to ponder the idea in his head for a moment before giving you another sharp smirk. "Nah. You haven't learned your lesson nearly enough yet~"

You whimpered again, curling in, somehow, even tighter.

"Maybe if you keep feeling sorry for yourself, a little longer, maybe you'll stop acting like such a brat~"

[nonnieapple]

⛈☂ Strings☂⛈

 • (Marshall Lee x reader)  • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 4 2 5  w o r d s  • p o s t e d 24.09.2023     🌧 navigation  ☔️ SEQUEL • s u m m a r y: marshall likes snooping around, and you like peace and quiet.

The rain fell on the grasslands of Aaa and surrounding areas. The animals in the forests hid under trees, candy citizens ran into bars, and Marshall Lee floated high off the ground. 

  He floated to the empty Tree House. The willow branches dripped with cold water and glistened like rhinestones. He tapped on the glass. No one answered. Adjusting his jacket and turning invisible, he let himself in, prying the glass up with his claws. It opened with a slight screech. He flew in, shaking the raindrops off his leather jacket. 

  The water dropped to the wooden ground. He looked up and flinched, turning visible as he was met with a figure on the couch in the kitchen. 

  They held a left-handed guitar made of bone, decorated with worn stickers. They held a pick shaped like a heart as they strummed out chords of Francis Forver, strumming the e-string angrily each time they messed up, concentrating so hard it was almost intimidating. 

  Marshall floated above them as he zipped up one of his pockets.

  You jolted up, stopped playing, nearly dropped your guitar, and with wide eyes watched as some guy appeared in front of you. 

  He had mint skin, black hair wet from the rain, black and red eyes you never got used to, and an expression that confused you. Maybe fear, or worry. You screamed, and he did as well. It was Marshall Lee- kind of a friend of a friend with whom you occasionally crossed paths.   

  Kinda a person you thought was mad cool, but not someone you were close with. 

  "What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was calm and bordering on deep. You hadn't heard him speak much, and it was startling. 

  You raised a brow.

  "I could ask you the same question!"   You jabbed. 

  He floated down, eyes staring at your instrument.

  "Nice guitar." He bent over to inspect it. You pulled away. His tone was between mocking and impressed. Personal space breached, raise the grimace shields. 

  He was acting quite calm. You were, too. Internally, though, you screamed, your heartbeat wild, hands drumming on your thighs.

  "Um... thanks? Did Fionna invite you over?" You changed your posture from a slouch to the straightest and stiffest pose known to Aaa. Even your tone was stiff. You weren't a person who was comfortable with others around, often becoming a robotic, clumsy mess, and you were even worse with people you barely knew. Cool people you barely knew? Instant death.

  "Nope."

   Your face flashed with concern. Marshall wasn't... malicious, but he was trouble, and glob forbid he dragged you into some antics. Can't a guy practice some guitar on a rainy afternoon?

   "As LSP would say, I'm crashing." He shrugged casually.

  You strummed your guitar. It was still connected to your demonic amp. The amount of demons you had to fight to get that thing was crazy. But it was worth it. The sound was clear, the controls were precise, and it sounded otherworldly, especially with deadstortion. 

  He floated near you and nearly stood on his feet. The silence hung in the air as your eyes drifted around the kitchen. 

  "Mind if I try?" He spoke gently, far more soft compared to his usual sass. It could be something he put on in front of groups of people. Or maybe your deer-in-headlights demeanor was enough to make even him more careful. 

  Your eyes fell on him and you folded your arms, not before gesturing to the instrument swiftly.

  "Uh no, go ahead." You nodded and raised your shoulders, tense. 

  Marshall scooped it into his arms. It fit great. His long fingers spanned across the frets nicely. He had hands made for playing guitar, and that made you envious. Even with practice, you couldnʼt reach so far. He positioned himself, floating mid-air. 

  Your face was a mix of curiosity and surprise. 

  "No pick? Just... fingers?" You raised a brow, the words coming out faster than you thought. He laughed lightly, and you flushed. 

  "I'm good with them." You choked on air as you sat stiffly, stifling a nervous laugh. If you were flushed before, now all your blood was definitely in your awkward face. 

  He strummed and his long ears perked up at the sound. 

   "You're left-handed?" He bit the edges of his black lips, positioning his fingers. He didn't need to take so long doing all that. He was stalling. Curious.

  "Not quite. A dragon tore off one of my left fingertips, so I can't hold down the frets without gross pain," You rambled quietly as you rested against the red cushions.

  He played what was definitely, unmistakably Misirlou. You had to close your mouth at the speed of his wrist. Looking at that shit was enough to give your wrist a sprain. 

  He lifted his hands, holding the guitar loosely as he stared in your general direction expectantly. You cleared your throat. 

  "You seem good at left-handed playing. I've only seen you play right before." Marshall's expression flashed disappointment for a second before returning to a chill one. 

  "I've had a thousand years to learn, if I couldn't play either,  that would be embarrassing." He smiled. Damn, that guitar suited him... 

  "Same with money... imagine being poor after like a thousand years..." You tapped on the table, lost in thought, partially about vampires, but mostly about a vampire. 

  "I can't, I own half of Aaa and my mom is the ruler of the Nightosphere. I used to own this Tree House!" He motioned to a part of the tree, and objects lifted to reveal an M carved into it. 

  "I remember that. I wasn't there but I heard about it." You nodded. 

  "Guess you've heard a lot about me?" He lifted his brows. 

  "Quite a- oooh. I get it." 

  "Get what?" A grin tugged at his lips.

  "That wasn't an actual question, was it?" You squinted up with a smug expression. 

  "Wow. Pretty and smart. Package deal," He said with the perfect delivery- just the right amount of casualness for the line to be missed unless you were paying attention. And you indubitably were; you dearly hoped he didn't notice and you came off as cool and mysterious. Your flush and rigidity betrayed your discomfort. 

  Marshall passed you your guitar, and you leaned on it with your elbow, brushing hair away from your face as you looked around the room, searching for something interesting. 

  Dishes. Fridge. Your shaky hands. Paintings. Tree bark. A bug in the corner. Inevitably, your eyes fell back on Marshall. Your attention jumped from his clothes to his hair, to his inhuman features. 

  "Why are you staring?" You blanched and your expression fell. You met his eyes. If you looked down you'd be even more suspicious. 

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Your eyes are...." You trailed off. Shit. You weren't looking at his globdamn eyes, but you weren't about to say "Nice cock, bro". 

  "Horrifying? Demonic?" You swore he floated closer to you. You recoiled, pursing your lips. 

  "Interesting."

  Good save, idiot.

  His arrogant little facade faded, replaced by tired disappointment. 

  "It's also interesting how you're already tall but still float."

  He shrugged.

  "Alright, I'll bite." He stood on the ground. You finally got a good look at his frame and height, and man was that good look good. Every part of him was long and slim, from his ears to his eyes and fingers, and who else knows what. You slapped yourself internally at the thought. 

   He sat down next to you, setting his right calf onto his left thigh. He inclined his head. 

  "Not literally." He flashed the tips of his fangs. He fished a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, turning to you and slicking back his drying hair.

   "You want some?"

  You grimaced. 

   "No. and you shouldn't smoke inside. And this shit is bad for your vocal health." The rain still raged on, yet it felt like a calming ambiance when in the comfort of the Tree House. 

  "Aww, come on. Just once," He beckoned sweetly, nearing your face, feigning demonic puppy eyes. You shook your head. He set them down on the couch, as well as a red lighter. So much of his stuff was red. It was like if you had everything made outta food. 

  "It's like murder. It's a slippery slope."

  You bounced your leg, checking your phone. You scrolled through your notifications. As empty as your heart. 

  "Sometimes I check my messages and realize just how bitchless I am..." 

  "Can't relate. I have lots of friends and messages...." He spread his arms over the backboard, gesturing in the air as his eyes wandered. He had a real soulful expression, as though he was speaking of glob itself. 

  Marshall dropped his arms, sighed, and frowned. 

  "Okay, yeah, I don't have anyone close to me. Sure I hang out with people but I'm kind of a loner," He admitted quietly, reminiscent of your insecure and anxious tone. 

  "You saw me earlier. I'm not much of a loner as much as I am a loser..."

  "That's where we're different. But together we make a lone loser." He gestured to his unbeating heart, speaking like a damn motivational speaker. You smiled. 

  "Perfect."

  A silence lingered. If not for the raging storm out, you would've heard the caw of a cyclops crow. 

  The silence turned strange as you made prolonged eye contact. Your proximity sent you into a fever. He didn't have any warmth- it felt like you had stolen all of it at once. 

  You tore your gaze away, opening up a portal with your pick and putting your guitar in. Marshall's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise. 

  "Where did that go?!" His voice strained against serenity. 

 "Uhhh I put it in its case. Between the Nightosphere-" You lifted your hand. 

  "The Nightosphere?" He interrupted with worry. 

  "-And the deadworlds. Let me finish." You readjusted yourself, unamused. 

  "Oh, I'll let you finish alright. Not like that. Are you finished?" 

  Your mouth was agape. 

  "You made that a lot worse than it was. Yes, I'm done." 

  You would never forget the awkwardness that plagued you throughout that whole interaction. It would forever be embedded in your cringing bones. 

  You browsed on your phone, refreshing your conversation with Fionna. No updates. Not even a bad meme. Sad. 

  Your arms rested on the table as you set your phone face down. You contemplated making tea. 

  "Why haven't we talked much before?"

  That was a difficult question. You braced yourself as you turned your head to him just a tad. 

   "Honestly? I was... afraid of you. Not because of the demon vampire thing," You quickly defended yourself. 

  "That's surprising..." Marshall mumbled.

  "Sorry." He raised his arms defensively. 

  "But because you're... I'm gonna sound stupid." You laid face down and laughed nervously, in sync with the drops hitting the windows. 

  "I doubt that. You're not Fionna." 

  The corners of your mouth tilted up, and you shot the vampire a dirty look. 

  "Shut up!" You laughed hollowly, surprised by his little joke. 

   He gave you a tight-lipped smile. 

   "You're cool, and I thought you were better than interacting with someone like me." The words did sound stupid coming out of your mouth. The thoughts were completely irrational. 

  "Someone with mutual interests and more to talk about than hacking monsters or angry exes?" He quirked a brow. 

  "I'm not trying to rationalize it. Also, I have plenty of exes to talk about." You raised your phone. 

  Marshall's face was practically begging you to not. 

  "Please don't."

   "Fine. You're safe. For now. One was a demon." You glared at a picture of them with you. He peeked over your shoulder. 

  "That's interesting...."

  "You said not to talk about it." You leaned on your palm, feigning disinterest. 

  "I take it back, come on! Don't leave me hanging," He asked desperately, ghosting his black claws over your now upright back. You shuffled away. 

  "You'll have to beg-"

  Your phone buzzed. You hummed with displeasure, reading the message right away. 

  "Glob. You gotta go, Fionna will be here soon," You urged as you stood up, straightening out your clothes and stretching as you paced around the room. Marshall paused for a second and decided to stand up. 

  "You're right. No fun getting caught." He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the window. You watched his movements carefully as he opened up the window, putting his foot on the ledge, and floating, defying gravity. 

  As he left, you were hit with a lot of. A lot. Just, a lot.  

  You put the kettle on the stove, sitting on the counter, relaxing, finally. 

  You had always... wanted to hang out with him, but, damn, you didn't think it'd happen. And he wasn't as intimidating as he came off! You felt all funny inside, still absolutely high off the adrenalin of it all. When you saw him appear it was like your body got restarted. 

  The water began to boil, and you poked at dry leaves of colorful tea. 

  You were surprised as Marshall flew back in. You didn't have time to process a thing. He observed you as you lounged with owlish eyes. He picked up his lighter and cigarettes. He hadn't looked away.

  "Forgot these." He glanced from the objects to you. He headed for the window again. He hesitated. 

  "These aren't tobacco, you know." 

  You raised your brows. He flew out as the front door rattled and Fionna and Cake yelled loudly. You waved to Marshall, only to see that he was gone, and the window was open. 

  You sat like a statue with a mystified gaze. 

  The kettle whistled and Fionna waved her hand in front of your face.

  Did you fumble or did you fumble hard? Maybe if you had taken the offer, something else would be ha...

  "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Cake frowned, poking your knee. You moved the kettle and Fionna turned off the stove. 

  "No, I saw a... yep, saw a ghost. A cool ghost," You replied breathlessly and somewhat robotically as you finally managed to focus on the two. You poured hot water from the kettle into your favorite mug. It had a cat on it. Dropping tea leaves into the water, you watched as the leaves seeped a bright ruby, and swirled with darker, near-black swirls. 

  Rain still poured outside, albeit it was far calmer than previously. You hoped Marshall was fine. 

  You held up two more mugs. You smiled awkwardly. 

  "Anyone want tea?" 

[ultra-phthalo]

Reverse First Contact AU

This idea just dropped in my brain after watching Harambe's tragic back story. And I'm so excited to tell you this AU. Transformers have become extremely endangered because of the war. They are all on Earth and can't communicate with humans because of the language barrier. Years later, all the possible tech humans were able to extract from them did eventually satisfy human curiosity enough to see them as less of a threat. And humans just now treat the last surviving cybertronians on Earth as though they were simple space curiosities. To be kept in a zoo setting. That are owned by states. Sometimes they are shipped to other states as a way of maintaining cordial political affiliations between nations. Since they are so expensive to maintain and keep in one place. Think of it as a Planet Of The Apes, old gods situation lol. [I revised my ask and decided to make this a separate blog post others can add their ideas to]

[mskenway97]

TF One Orion Pax x OC(!fem!reader!)x D-16

Beyond Space and Reality

Summary: Astra was a scientist in search of something she had always wanted in life. But once she has made a hypothesis about a source of life and no possible alien existence, she decides to travel. To discover that not everything is like the movies she saw.

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Warning: g/t content , g/t fearplay, size difference, first contact au, polyamory

CAP 1: Landing on the planet

I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:

Pillowfort

Ao3

[ashiemochi]

the demo's out,,,,,,, and oh my god,,,,,,,,,,

[devourable]

Do you have smut hcs for the delinquents with an oral fixation darling? Outside of sex, they're playfully nipping the boys or giving plenty of kisses! Darling could be getting dicked down within an inch of their life but they'll whine if they aren't sucking dick/biting someone's shoulder/or having one of the boys' fingers in their mouth. it's degen hours for me ajsdhsjsdkjfblsjfk

this post is dedicated to mazzy. she literally ghostwrote this anon AKDJSKTB

i was gonna post this yesterday but i fucking blacked out so. hope yall like smut in the morning

nsfw, minors / ageless dni

· the boys are ALL over this. it drives them crazy when you’re affectionate with them, to the point they start arguing about who gets your attention next. they're melting every time you pepper them with kisses, playfully biting you back whenever you bite them, always so eager to return your energy when given the opportunity to.

· naturally, this attitude follows them to the bedroom, too. it wouldn't be too uncommon for some of them to bicker about who gets to fuck your mouth first next to spark up, especially since some of them would definitely start to hog you upon given the chance. it’s a guarantee that you won’t be leaving an encounter without the taste of one of them lingering on your tongue.

· aaron and judas are the most gentle, having their fun rubbing their cock against your mouth just to make you whine for them. judas would take his time getting himself off with just your lips no matter how much you protest or try to suck him off, gently scolding you every time you make the attempt to. aaron on the other hand would lose his patience after some time. all that begging, so desperate for him, he'd have no choice but to shut you up. who is he to deny you of what you both want?

· mattias and dom, meanwhile, are both practically the opposite of their friends. any time either man is involved, you'd definitely find yourself gagging on one of them before all of your clothes are off. they just can’t wait to be inside you any longer than what’s necessary.

· dominic isn't as classless as mattie — he's taking his time with you, asking you if you like how he tastes, looking real deep into your eyes throughout the whole act. he really loves to see the look on your face when he's cumming down your throat. but mattias can't help himself from using your mouth like a fleshlight, no matter how hard he tries. the sounds you make when you're gagging on him, the feeling of you desperately sucking his cock, the way you look at him when you know he's about to cum? he’s addicted to it. he likes it more than he likes actually fucking you, especially knowing how much you enjoy it too.

· you'll never have to worry about going unsatisfied with these four around. they're obsessed with and take advantage of your fixation as much as you'll let them — and you'll let them as much as they want, won't you? they're only trying to give you what you want, after all!

[hearthotchner]

I can’t remember who wrote it but there was like some secret admirer writing hotch little notes blurb somewhere on this silly little app and I just need more of that content.

Like if reader doesn’t even work in the BAU they could even be like a cleaner or just someone that works in and around quantico with the BAU but they start writing hotch notes about how proud they are of him and what a lovely person he is, how his smile makes them feel warm and whatnot.

Maybe like very socially anxious reader idk but yeah they need him to know how great he is but just can’t spit the words out face to face

‘you have a pretty smile, you should do it more often. <3’

aaron felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks, shade matching the tiny piece of paper in his hands.

rossi appeared in the door, noticing him peering down at something, “what’s that?”

“nothing.” he said a bit too quickly, tucking the note into his blazer pocket.

“what’s it say? show me.” the older man persisted.

“no. go away, dave.”

he put his hands up in defeat, “fine, i’ll leave you alone. just thought i’d let you know, that your eye candy,” rossi smirked, “is standing outside.” he said, teasingly.

furrowing his brows, he feigned ignorance, “what are you talking about?”

“seriously?” rossi scoffed. “anyway, i actually wanted to tell about..”

dave’s voice drained out, and was replaced by the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. it took all of his pride to not snap his head toward your direction, not having it in him to prove his friend right.

aaron couldn’t make up his mind; he felt guilty about it. on one hand, the notes made him weak, a mess, but so did you.

that’s why he felt bad.

he’d never spoken to you, other than the occasional greeting when you were talking to morgan or jj — he knew nothing about you, hell, he didn’t even know what department you worked in, how could he possibly like you?

he was drawn to you, yet he didn’t know why.

granted, he knew nothing about the mystery person sending him the notes either, but he assumed they were an admirer, who couldn’t muster up the courage to ask him out in person. all he knew, was that those words made him melt.

pink pieces of paper would almost always be found in between the files that his team would send up to him to assess — he knew it wasn’t any of them, he recognised their handwriting.

everyday, his heart would beat a little faster out of anticipation for a note being left for him; whenever there was, it never failed to tinge his cheeks red.

looking over the bullpen, he gripped the rail a little tighter, as his frown deepened at the sound your voice filling the room. when your eyes met his from across the room, however, his features softened, for a split second, the inner conflict coming to peace.

he hoped he didn’t see any more of you for the rest of the week.

—

sometimes, he wondered if when he made a wish, the universe purposefully did the exact opposite of what he wanted.

the very next case they took on, was joint with the domestic terrorism division, which just so happened to be the team you worked with, shocker.

what made it worse, was that the notes appeared more often, for the duration of this case; there were so many people in and out of the bullpen, and, he was stressed enough as it was, so, looking out for his messenger was the least of his worries.

he tried to remain professional, for the sake of the case, but he couldn’t help but have his gaze trail over to you, while you worked from across the room.

this was wrong. you were probably dating someone, and aaron already had someone who was interested in him; even though, he had never seen them, he knew that when he did, the first thing he’d do was ask them out on a date. they never failed in making his day, making him smile, they made him feel warm inside. aaron hoped that one day, he’d be able to do the same.

picking up his coffee cup, he noticed that there was a neatly folded up post-it note on the table where it sat.

‘you’re great at your job :)’

instantly, his shoulders slumped, and he wasn’t as tense anymore. that was until he looked over at you, standing infront of the whiteboard, biting your lip and furrowing your brows in concentration as you wrote. turning his attention over to the actual words on the board, he felt his heart drop at the familiarity.

he recognised the way some of the letters or words were written in cursive, whilst others were separated, how your handwriting was fairly small, but the spaces between words were slightly large, how you always used half s’s, unless it was the first letter.

as his eyes flicked from the note to the board, you saw the look of realisation, “now that you know, how disappointed are you?”

he breathed out, “disappointed? you think i’m disappointed?”

“well kinda, yeah.” you replied meekly. “i thought you hated me.”

“what?“

“you’re always like.. frowning at me.. like the other day! you were literally glaring in my direction.” you admitted, “i’ve always had a little crush on you, and, i wanted you to know how great i think you are. but, it’s kinda difficult when you’re always looking at me like that.”

“i’m not- i didn’t mean to.” he sighed. “it’s completely the opposite of what you think. this whole time, i thought what i was feeling for you was wrong.” now it was your turn to be confused. “because i didn’t know i was falling for the same person twice.”

“what do you mean?”

“your notes. they’re the reason i feel genuine excitement for paperwork — the thought of finding them makes me so warm. seeing you, though, stole my breath away, and it felt so wrong — that i had feelings for you and note person — because i knew nothing about you, but at the same time, i felt like i’d known you my whole life.” he let out a breathy laugh at what he said next, “i probably looked mad, because i was frustrated with myself — my feelings.”

“oh.”

“i can’t blame you, though, can i? so, can i take you to dinner sometime?” he shot you a hopeful smile;

you mirrored his look, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

“likewise, sweetheart.”

never had he been more grateful that his wishes hadn’t been granted.