#HELLLOOO BOYS

[lunastars21]

GIFT FOR THE CEO OF DESTRUTIXS AN ARCHIE REDRAW OF FANG AND SIMIAN

[lennies-blog]

"I wish for Mick to get a second chance, 'cause there is a lot that speaks in his favour"

- Sebastian Vettel about an F1 comeback for Mick Schumacher

Source: Sky Sport F1 Germany Instagram

"In his search for an F1 cockpit, MickSchumacher is getting a lot of support from the four time world champion Sebastian Vettel.

'He has two years of experience as an F1 driver and has greatly matured as a person since. He has collected valuable experience from the various teams and has stayed race ready in WEC', Vettel tells RTL."

[a-lundell]

a jake bean goal? where's jessie

[scriv3lloirl]

God. He's beautiful.

Damn Orin what're you so sadistic for?

[betsj]

monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

MDNI 18+

use of y/n

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it was like any other day for the straw hats. the water rocking the ship slowly, the sun beaming down and kissing everybody’s sun burnt cheeks.

hearing the bird, robin looked up, seeing the bird that drops off the daily news… catching it with her floral hands.

“mail everybody!” walking down the steps, getting everybody to rally around. luffy swung in right next to you. smiling, looking through until a certain wanted poster caught your eye. grabbing it and as nami scooted next to you on the other side, you giggled, showing her the picture and said “this guys wanted poster is sexy.”

that compliment from your mouth slowly made its way to your boyfriend, luffy.

sexy? he thought. his wanted poster was sexy too! why hadn’t you complimented his as well? though you saw it in person, which he thought was waaayy better than a picture. it still upset him…

nami chuckled, “you’re right!” and playfully hit your arm before walking away. you turn towards luffy after it was only y’all two. seeing his confused expression, which caused you to raise an eyebrow… asking, “what’s wrong?” he just stood there and looked at you…

why didn’t you like his poster? was his sexy? does he need to show you sexy??

pursing your lips, pressing your thumb on his forehead, “helllooo? earth to luffy?!” he shook his head, focusing into your eyes. frowning, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, luff?”

pretty but not sexy?????!!!?!!

he huffed, turning around and walking away with the clap of his shoes on the ground. you were left with confusion and a little bit of frustration… luffy never acted like this, usually he’d blurt out what he’s feeling. this?! this was new.

small time skip to after dinner

saying goodnight to everybody… watching all the boys go to their rooms expect for jimbei as he went back to keeping watch. nami and robin went to their own, doing what they please.

you? you were hunting down luffy.

pissed off because he was avoiding you. sanji had told you that he asked for dinner early… which he never does because he usually wants to eat with you! walking under the night sky, feeling that cool breeze against your sun kissed cheeks made you calm down a tad bit but couldn’t push away the frustration.

after making it to his room… he wasn’t there?! are we serious. you checked the WHOLE ship.

where could this rubber-God man be?! then you thought… smacking your lips in how obvious it was. your room! taking off, gettin ng ready to yell at him and when you pushed your door open, everything you planned disappeared. luffy was… shirtless in your bed. wait… shirtless?! and pants-less?!

“uh, luff, what’s are you doing?” looking around, shutting the door behind you. “in here… alone… half naked on my bed…?” luffy frowned, his demeanor was different… this wasn’t luffy. “luffy?” he slowly got out of bed and took his time walking over to you.

looking down, you could see his glossy eyes… “am i not attractive to you?”

jaw dropping question.

“wha—are you serious luffy?!” picking your jaw back off the floor, continuing to complain “that’s the dumbest question in the world! why are you asking me this?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, his chest was heaving.

grabbing your cheek, “wanna know why?” feeling your face heat up. gulping and nodding slowly. he laid his head on your shoulder, sliding both of his hands down to your waist, “you called that guy’s poster sexy.” gasping when he nipped at your neck, placing a kiss. “and im thinking, my poster is a lot hotter… you have the real thing, y/n!” finally he looked back down into your eyes.

sighing, “oh luff…” placing one of your hands on his scared chest. “you’re the most sexiest man in the world, is that what you wanted to hear?” he hummed, “maybe…” giggling and leaning into a kiss. you were softly pushed into the door, a knee finding its way between your thigh, and one strong hand around your neck while the other held your waist.

it took y’all a few minutes to pull away. trying not to breathe too loud, you kissed his cheek. “you are so handsome, luff, sorry for saying that other guy was.” he held no expression but a small smile took over his features, leaning to place a small peck on your forehead. “thank you, babes.”

it was a really rare occasion that luffy calls you any pet names. so when he does you like to bring it up and ask if he’d please call you more… of course, he only does it during sex to get you riled up.

“let’s move to the bed shall we? i feel like you need it rougher tonight.” your face turned tomato red. slowly nodding and his smile turned into an evil smirk… the hand around your neck moved down to your thigh. picking you up and carrying you over, tossing you onto the bed. chuckling when he got situated between your thighs.

it didn’t take long to remove your clothes, leaving you in just your panties, like luffy (expect he has boxers on….). being on full display while he leaned back on his heels to just watch.

you felt a little self conscious… until he grabbed both of your knees and pulled them apart, scooting down until his cheek was laid against your left thigh. slowly licking down and mumbling, “wanna eat you out, then give it to you as hard as possible.” his hot mouth stopped at your clothed pussy.

he looked up into your eyes. the look he had was filthy. half lidded eyes, tongue licking up and down your panties, and biting your clit through your panties. covering your mouth, whimpering when he slid the soaked panties to the side, smiling at how wet you were.

“beautiful as always.” those were his last words before going to eat you out like a man on a mission. it was the same pattern; tongue in and out, run it up to your clit and suck on it. after two minutes he slowly brought his fingers into your hole… of course, he’d usually do one but for some reason he shoved two—trying to add a third?!

gasping when the third finger entered you. with the hand holding your panties open, he took his thumb to rub your clit. “so tasty, baby… look at those eyes.” though you couldn’t see your own face, you knew that your eyes were barely open.

his face was covered in spit and your arousal, “all gushy… every time i shove my fingers inside of her, she squelches.” one hard thrust made you yelp, arching your back off the bed just enough. he grinned and murmured, “found it.”

after that, he abused and abused that spot until you were grabbing his hair then his wrist, trying to get him to stop.

“m’close! luff!” he wasn’t saying anything just thrusting his three fingers inside, wringing more lewd noises from your mouth. finally, your jaw dropped but nothing came out which signaled you had finally came… of course, luffy continued his abuse on your pussy.

he loved seeing how red he could get you… “she’s so puffy and needy.”

whining and pulling at his hair more, “inside… please, luff i need you inside!” tears begin to swell. he didn’t falter. just slowly sliding his fingers out, slapping your pussy. bringing his hand away, making scissor moments to see the cum on his fingers then he began to lick them clean, it was probably the most sexiest thing you’ve ever seen your boyfriend do.

you swore you were gonna marry him.

“baby,” he spoke softly… all of your dazing and day dreaming, you didn’t even realize he almost had you in a full nelson, his tip right against your gaping entrance. “you okay?”

y’all chests were flushed against each other, heavy breathing, mouths open and eyes locked like y’all were the only thing in the world. giving him the most precious smile, pushing your head up to meet his lips… it was a sweet, soft kiss, surprisingly it made luffy blush. “you’re too pretty, y/n.” before you could respond he began to push inside of you.

his thick tip was the hardest part for you… trust, luffy was nothing but thick it was just the tip was a whole other story! your breath hitches, turning your head to the side, which gave him free will to mark your neck.

“almost…” giving one last thrust to fit all of him in you, “there.”

your shaky hand land on his shoulders. luffy thought, “i remember that im supposed to be rough with you.” after hearing that, before you could even plead he locked his arms under your knees.

“wai-“ shouting when he started thrusting, giving you no time to react but moan his name out like a prayer. “stupid to think,” groaning and giving a harsh thrust then back to a rhythm, “you thought that guy was sexy.” laughing to himself, closing his eyes letting his brows furrow.

y’all moan in sync. scratching his back up, holding onto him like he was going to fly away somehow. he cursed, “could fuck. you. for. fucking ever.” each word earned a hard thrust, a beautiful kiss to your cervix.

“luffy, i-… close! so close!” drool trickled down your chin which made him chuckle. “so beautiful.” kissing you, making you whimper. before you could even warn him, a warm feeling exploded in your stomach and you came. luffy cursed to himself, looking down to where y’all were connected. seeing your white cum stick to everything, it the most sexiest thing he’s every seen.

“let me come inside… please, please let me…” he whimpered once he saw you nod out of consciousness.

moaning once he finished inside of you…

both y’all laid there, hearing the hard panting. you rubbed your thumbs over the scratches you had created… smiling to yourself.

“luff?” he hummed into your neck, pulling back to look into your eyes. in a husk voice, he mumbled “yes?”

in a soft voice, “we need to bathe.” that earned you a whine. laughing when he laid all of his body weight on you. rubbing his head into your bare chest, shaking his head, “not right now…”

thinking and running your hand through his hair “okay, handsome… we can wait.”

and before you knew it, y’all were both knocked out.

JESUS. IDEK IF I LIKE THIS. i feel like i dont write enough… anyways, hope y’all liked it, cause this took three days of me saying “get it done get it over with”

[h3nderyss]

you as nct dream's 8th member (headcanons)

pairing: ot7 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver . . . wayv ver genre: fluff, headcanons a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 8th member and only girl in dream! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not! ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

mark

he'll get so flustered after ur compliments, saying something like "yo, stop... seriously!" while literally smiling

writes sooo! many! lyrics about u, he'd ask for ur opinion on them without finding out theyre rlly abt you..

loves walking with u after practice chatting, you guys always end up at his place, or getting food at a local restaurant

a date? a hangout? who knows at this point..

gets shy when the members tease him from how much he pays attention to u, "she's my friend, okay?"

expect to always be cuddled up to him during every movie night

he'd always jokingly ask u to put on spiderman. EVERY TIME.

asks for ur feedback on everything he does, secretly wanting to impress u ...🤫

calls u late at night just to talk abt random things that pop up in his mind

yap sessions galore with this man

never expect the room to be dim with his presence. especially with u around, he loves to talk

i feel like you and mark would talk in english the most too

renjun

starting off, he'd be adorably protective, scolding u if u overwork yourself, but softening with a worried smile

sings softly to u during quiet moments (his voiceee i can't)

teach u mandarin calling u beautiful just to see u blush

king of handmade gifts

omgg, the amount of snacks u guys would sneak each other so the members don't see and steal!

would send u songs that u might like, saying they reminded him of u

his gaze would just linger on u tbh!

jeno

BLUSHING GALOREEE

ok. you guys are just working out but then when he GUIDES u

like hands on hips sorta thing, he pretends it's "for safety"

that was enough to get ur legs weak more than the actual workout

he'd give u piggybacks during practice just to be silly

loves seeing u in his hoodies, pls steal them more often

yea he'd catch you if you stumble saying something like "careful, princess" HELLLOOO???

i think he'd take that as a perfect chance to steal a kiss from u

he's a smiley boy, pls compliment him to earn more smiles!

the members would tease him for how much he looks out for u but doesn't deny it at all

haechan

he'd always notice when ur tired, letting u lean ur head on his shoulder

he'd like steal ur phone to make u chase him around the practice room??

then you'd find a few selfies of himself in ur camera roll

randomly dramatically serenades u during practice breaks

if you'd go thru a haunted house, do NOT expect him to let go of ur hand. he wants u to be safe and comfortable at all times!

if ur bored u would cuddle with him and play with his hand and fingers

he'll get surprisingly jealous if u hang around another member for a while, he'd be pouting or just staring at u until u notice

expect him to be feeding u snacks, and vice versa

he actually visibly lights up after u laugh at his jokes

ohhh don't even get me started on his silliness. you'd be constantly telling him how much u love his goofiness

lowkey brags about how close u two are to the others, he acts like it's such a big achievement

jaemin

sooo sooo sooo effortlessly romantic 🫠

literally telling u "you're beautiful" as if it's the most natural thing ever

u guys would have SO many pics together

he'd always find a way to make u laugh! funny story or just jokes, as long as it means he'll be able to see u smile

he'd brush ur hair out of ur face during practice

his touch lingering just a little longer

lord the way he's just so CHARMING

plans cute outings for the two of u

yall know that vid of him and mark patting the seat in between them??

yea, when he wants u to sit next to him he WILL do that

ur insta would have candid pics of him everywhere

chenle

personal mandarin tutor

makes fun of u for pronounciation mistakes but is rlly considerate in making sure you'll get it perfect

there'd practically never be a silent moment with yall

one of u HAS to be yapping

he'd show u off

make u laugh nonstoppp his goofiness comes out more when he's with u

gets jealous if other members tease u, "only i'm allowed to do that!"

when u catch him singing he'll go "i'm practicing for you" then it ends up in a serenade

for some reason the song that pops up in my head when i wrote that hc is 'when i'm with you'

he wants to watch basketball with u just so he can spend time with the 2 things he loves

even if u hate basketball bc cmon.. u cant resist chenle

you'd jokingly get jealous about his obsession with stephen curry LMAO

when ur yapping, or he's yapping, he'd tuck a piece of ur hair behind ur ear idk

if he has like a solo schedule somewhere that requires u guys to be away for so long, expect 5 minute long videos he sends u of his day

OR just hours long facetime calls

jisung

one day he'd be shy when complimenting u, the other he'd be bold af

he just ends up zoning out looking at u thru the mirror during practice

yall would just have lots of duo dance sessions, he's like ur private teacher

king of back hugs, his arms go around ur waist

he'd always find a way to be around you so subtlety it's like he's lurking

not in a creepy way he just rlly likes u idk 🙁

ok enough of soft jisung

seeing him out of breath with messed up hair after dancing is a DIFFERENT feeling

kisses like everywhere bro

he'd like to kiss u trapping u between him and the wall

anywayssss....

expect cute instead of classy dates.

[sharktooth-jacket]

Well I said I'd never make another tumblr after I left during the whole porn ban fallout but here I am askhgsj!! PLEASE tell me there's an active OFMD fandom over here because I finally finished watching it over the weekend and I learned that apparently there's an Ed and Stede shaped hole in my life and I'm about to drive everyone I know insane talking about them aslkglaksjjk

anyway MY TAKES!!!

so first of all this show is actually gay. like for real real. I watched the first season with a friend who's pretty big into shipping (no shade, I'm just not into that kind of fandom) and I fully expected this to just be queerbait. FRIENDS I'M STILL SHOOK ABOUT THIS akhgaj, I haven't been able to stop smiling since I finished it!! Because they're actually gay! And that's the point! THE POINT IS IT'S A LOVE STORY ABOUT STEDE AND ED HELLLOOO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!! Seriously I hadn't known how much I needed this show until I had it, I've never actually felt like the target audience for a show before

they could have made Ed and Stede so boring and one note AND THEY DIDN'T! I was sure from hearing my friend explain the premise that Stede would be this boring posh guy who's scared of everything, and Ed would be all tough and badass and boring, and that would be it. But no. Stede's a total weirdo who says "buckos" and picks up noses off the floor with his bare hands and Ed's an adorable dork who is scared of his own spider tattoo. I love them your honor akghaskj

also can i just say. Ed's fashion sense. Yes I get that the whole show is about masculinity and he's forcing himself into a style of masculinity that's restrictive and reductive. But consider: IT LOOKS HOT akshgakj I'm obsessed with his jacket with the shark teeth on it (as you can probably guess by the username lol)

SPEAKING OF ED I'll admit I hadn't thought of this until I saw people talking about it but reading his story as a trans man allegory works SO WELL! It's ABOUT him trying to live up to an impossible ideal of masculinity and killing himself in the process and being enraptured with a guy who's soft and learning to find a kind of masculinity he's comfortable with! I'm chewing my own arm off! I loved Jim (canon nonbinary rep holy shit) but as a trans man I just love this read for Ed's character so much 🥹

This is unrelated but my friend had also been trying to get me to watch The Last of Us and the two shows kinda melded in my mind I think? I figured it out eventually but at the end of season 1 episode 3 after Stede's been stabbed and there's the dramatic lighting and everything I was not thinking "oh boy Stede's about to meet the love of his life," I was pretty sure it was zombie time and thinking "oh no and now he has to deal with the zombies too???" alsghaklgk. I was all "is Blackbeard a zombie hunter" and my friend was like. "WHAT" akghjkjgkk

I watched season 2 on my own and my friend had warned me that there were budget cuts and cut episodes and w/e, and obviously I'm sad there's no third season to look forward to but I still really liked the ending and if I hadn't been told there was anything up with the season I don't think I'd have guessed!! They're safe and they're together and they just get to be Ed and Stede now :')

my friend did warn me I probably wouldn't like where they took Izzy in season 2 and...they were right akhgaskfj, it wasn't bad or anything and I liked that Izzy apologized at the end and stopped being so shitty to everyone but I just couldn't get past what he did to Ed in season 1. Plus he just didn't feel the same when he wasn't being weird all the time 😔. I didn't really like Jim's line about how "he was Ed's friend," like Jim. my friend. WAS HE LMAO my friends don't usually call the British Navy on me and stab my boyfriend

on that note though I made the mistake of logging onto Twitter for the first time in like two years to see what people were saying after I watched season 1, and I got a bit worried when I saw people saying that Ed's actions in season 2 made him irredeemable. But uh. He told them to eat cake and then made them kill him, it sucked but I was expecting way worse asksksksgk, I just felt bad for Ed honestly (which I think was intended obviously)

I am so picky with TV shows but everything about OFMD was just so fucking GOOD! The writing, the acting, the cinematography - everyone came into this show to do A GOOD JOB and it SHOWS

STEDE BONNET IS MY BEST FRIEND look at how far he came!!! He was so scared to even talk about running away with Ed in season 1 but now he's all in too 🥹🥹🥹

and I know I already said this but if you told me ten years ago my new favorite show would be one that was entirely about the central gay couple and they canonically kiss and have sex and love each other I wouldn't believe you!!! THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

OKAY I'm sure I've got more to yell about later but that's my thoughts for now and I wanted to make a post so people know I'm not a bot alkghalkkj, if you like OFMD and love Ed and Stede too let's be friends!!!

[narupilled]

helllooo!!! you are like a dream come true to me man so many of my fav fandoms aaa... could i req ivan (alnst) hurt to comfort? (completely up to u, but just an idea could be that they had a misunderstanding,, yk miscommunication.. </3) BUT its completely optional ofc feel free to ignore!! hope u have a great day! <3

“ stupid “

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Ivan / GN!Reader

𐙚 Warnings: hurt to comfort, reader is kinda sensitive!! theyre also very,, self deprecating ,, miscommunication (like. Really miscommunicating) probably an au idk but read it however u want <3

𐙚 You overhear Ivan, your beloved best friend whom you’ve unfortunately caught feelings for, talking to someone about his crush. Being crushed by this, you begin to ignore him to get away from your feelings …

You and Ivan are best friends !

Nobody understood why you stayed with him. To everyone else, they were off put and maybe intimidated by the quiet boy. But, to you, he was the sweetest ever.

You two were attached by the hip, even after he adapted to ‘normalcy’, even after everything you two have been through, your friendship never weakened.

Though, your feelings for him transcended friendship.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid..’ was the only thing that you could hear in your head right now.

You shouldn’t have been there. You shouldn’t have heard it.

“I think I like them. More than I should.” Ivan’s voice echoed in your head. His voice was much softer, like he felt himself at ease with the mere thought of the person. It hurt.

You had spent so, so long trying to push down your feelings, to convince yourself that he would never see you that way. But even with how much you tried to tell yourself that— he made it so hard.

“Don’t be stupid, I don’t think they even see me that way.” Ivan admitted to the man he was talking to, his laugh sounding almost pained. “I mean.. why would they?”

Even just thinking about it, it stung. You didn’t know why you were being so sensitive about it. It was so stupid.

You felt stupid.

All those moments, all those fleeting touches, the way he always sought you out first— before anyone else.. you had let yourself believe that he could, just for a second, that maybe… just maybe…

But no. It had never been you. It was never going to be you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

After that, you started pulling away from him.

You weren’t mean about it, though. But you never gave your interactions with him your all anymore. Ivan wasn’t naïve, he noticed it almost immediately.

Though, he did let it drag on. It was fucking painful. You didn’t give him those cute big smiles when you saw him, just a small one. You weren’t clingy with him anymore, the list could go on and on.

Ivan couldn’t take it any longer. Without you, everything felt dull. The things that used to ground him, the little moments that once felt effortless—none of it felt the same.

You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t know why!

All he knew was that he needed you. And yet, every time he reached out, you only seemed to pull further away.

You’ve only made things worse for the both of you by just flat out ignoring him at this point. But what choice did you have? Clinging to someone who already loved someone else would only hurt more in the end.

As you tried to avoid him another day, he snapped.

He stood tall infront of you, he was always so soft. Now he just looks… down.

“You’re avoiding me.” Ivan’s voice wasn’t angry, it wasn’t full of rage. It was something worse. It was hurt.

Seeing him up close like this made your heart skip a beat, even after all the quarantining you did from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” the shittiest excuse ever spilled out of your mouth due to your nervousness. You mentally beat yourself up for that.

“Bullshit. Don’t pull that on me.” Ivan’s raised his voice. You flinched.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes— his eyes... they held something raw. Something desperate.

“I don’t understand..” His eyes pierced through you, leaving you nowhere to hide. “Please just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was softer, desperate, even.

It was too much to handle..! Your vision blurred as you directed your gaze to the ground. “Ivan— I..” All the emotions you’ve been trying to hide cracked through your fake exterior—

His expression softened, clearly concerned over you. “I’m sorry— It hurts so much. Do you— do you know what it’s like to love someone who will never look at you the same way?” With the tears blurring your vision, you couldn’t see how he was reacting to all of this.

“…To spend every second wishing—begging—that maybe, just maybe, you’d see me the way I see you?” Ivan was perplexed. The person of his dreams, confessing to him, but in this way? He didn’t like it. He wanted to see you smile.

You swallowed, your breath unsteady as you finally lifted your head up and forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“I tried to ignore it— I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was better this way. But then you’d look at me like I was everything, and I’d let myself believe it. I let myself hope—“ Your voice wavered, the ache rising through your throat. “And that was my biggest mistake.”

Ivan remained silent, even though he so desperately wanted to kiss your tears away, tell you that it was always you all this time, he let you vent everything out.

“I was so stupid... I should’ve let go a long time ago.” You fidgeted with your fingers, “I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

You stepped back. For the first time in forever, you wished you’ve never loved him at all.

Ivan, despite his silence, suffered deeply inside. The person he loved, the person he wished he could spend the rest of his life with, was breaking down because of him.

He wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that you were wrong, that you had always, always been the one. But he had waited too long. He had let you believe in your own made up lie, and you suffered because of it

Now you were looking at him like you regretted everything. Like you wished you had never caught feelings for him.

The thought nearly destroyed him.

“Stop,” he took a step forward to you, barely recognizing his own voice.

Ivan swallowed hard. “You’re not—You were never a mistake. And you were never wrong for hoping.”

“I thought—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “…I thought I was protecting myself. I thought if I told you—if I said it out loud—I’d lose you.”

You tilted your head. All the things he’s been saying, all the different feelings were getting you all confused.

Ivan’s voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue.

“I love you.” The words came out hoarse, unsteady, but undeniably true. “I have loved you. Every second. Every moment. It’s always been you.”

Your breath hitched. You just stared at him, eyes wide, disbelief written all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“…I was talking about you that day. Not someone else. I was too much of a coward to tell you it face to face.” His fists clenched at the sides. “And because of that, I hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth.”

His voice was softer now. He was desperate. He didn’t want some small miscommunication to break everything. “I dont care if you hate me. Atleast just know…” His hands cupped your cheek, rubbing away the fresh tears that had fallen during his declaration of love to you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you.”

Silence hung between you, the atmosphere heavy and fragile.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away. “..Again. I’m sorry. I overreacted. Definitely.” You sighed, you wrapped your arms around him and he reciprocated.

“I’m sorry too.” For the very first time in weeks, he was at ease.

With you in his arms, the miscommunication problems behind you two, and with something new — something fragile yet full of promise and affection blossoming between you, Ivan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

And as he holds you close, the weight of his past doubts and heartbreak fades away, replaced by something lighter, something real.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

Author’s Note: HIII HI im so. Sorry this took so long.gang it was kinda bad opening this acxount the week i my final exams are happening… hey…………. School ends like. Next week so…. 🙏🙏 ill be free!!! This was so rushed too im sorry :( anyway!! Ill post my other requests soon <3 love u guys!! OH BTW ANON UR COOL I LIKE YOU

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you for reading !!! <3

[jenosfairygirl]

y/n being fucked by haechan and jeno after dance practice.

(this ones a little longer- bc I forgot to upload it <3- enjoy)

"that's a wrap everyone" the choreographer shouts loudly with her voice booming and echoing off dance room walls.

you had been invited by jeno to watch the boys dance because they had a huge award show performance coming up and jeno was ecstatic for you being there, giving you puppy eyes when he first made the proposal.

mark filled the room loudly with his laugher over something jaemin and renjun had said, but you where to distracted watching jeno to pay attention to their conversation.

he sported black sweat shorts and over sized while t-shirt today, with a low baseball cap covering his cool silky black hair. jeno decided he wanted to grow his hair out in a shaggy like cut for your likes sake. it made you absolutely feral.

haechan notices you sitting on the floor and walks his way over you holding out a bottle of water, you notice this and glady accept the cool drink from the boy. haechan was one of the most cherished and loved members, so how could you resist?

"haechan, jeno- where going to go watch a movie at chenle's, wanna join us?" jisung says loudly with his deep voice bouncing off the walls.

by this time, most of the staff & dancers had left and the only people are where their personal management and the boys themselves.

"hmm im going to stay behind with jeno for a bit- ill meet you guys there" haechan says while plopping himself right next you against the cool glass mirror.

mark didn't question haechans repsonse and the rest of dream piled out the door with marks laughter following suit.

jeno went to back to practicing in the center of the dance floor, and you couldn't help but admire his physique.

you kept staring at him- biting your lip and squirming slightly until you where abruptly snapped out your thoughts.

"helllooo- earth to y/n...hellooo" haechan states waving his hand in your face.

"im sorry haha, I got lost in thought" you say, adjusting your lower half, feeling your thighs ruled with wetness.

"no sweat haha, if I where you i'd look too" he says staring off at jeno like a wildness thought.

you feel the wetness in your thighs grow- you never had thoughts of other dream members until jaemin and now...haechan? I mean he was like your best friend.

you ignore what he says and stand up to stretch only for haechan to reveal your embarrassing mess on the floor.

"uh..y/n, did you uhm.." he trails off, staring down at the wet spot left on the cream colored dance floor.

"oh my god" you say softly, with your pinkish cheeks heating up with embarrassment, you then cover up your face with your hands and slightly chuckle to yourself.

jeno notices and makes his over to you both - just to also see the same wet spot on the floor- "this is so embarrassing" you mutter quietly.

jeno and haechan shoot deep eye glances at each other then haechan lets out a low deep chuckle.

"hmm you know y/n, I know all about last week" he says standing up making his way over to meet you and jeno.

you look at jeno and shoot him the 'oh no you didn't spill' look, but to your surprise jeno grabs you by your arm and presses your body against his-with your ass against his bulge.

he was so hard, so thick and his cock was practically coming out of his shorts.

you where now facing haechan- a horny embarrassed mess- with your hair falling in front of your face.

haechan slowly stands over you, using his hand to slide your hair behind your ear, grabbing you by your chin with soft delicate fingers.

he bends down and inches himself near until his warm soft lips are touching your ears. you felt the warm breath come from his mouth and that sent tingles and shivers down your spine.

"jaemin couldn't stop talking about tight you where" he says softly and deeply -making you squirm between the two men.

"je-jeno" you slightly moan. you could feel his dick poke out of his pants, with your free hand you grab it and began stroking the boy behind you, hearing his breath hiss as he feels your cold hand on his angry hot tip.

"do you want me and haechan to fuck you baby? do you wanna see how much of a slut you truly are?" jeno spits in your ear- making you moan instantly. you nod your head profusely and slightly begin begging under your breath.

"hmm I can't wait to see what you look like bouncing on my cock baby" haechan whispers softly in your other ear.

jeno then quickly slides his hot hands under your hoodie- grabbing your tits and feeling your nipples harden. he then begins kissing your neck roughly- biting and sucking every area, letting everyone know you where his.

"hmm let me see how wet you are pretty girl" haechan spits roughly- he then yanks your shorts down, only to find out- today you weren't wearing any underwear

"no panties baby?" jeno asks deeply still continuing to play with your tits.

then without words you see haechan get on his knees in front of you, spreading apart your sticky wet thighs your honey, he then kisses up your legs making his way past your knees and biting your thighs. the warm wet salvia from haechans mouth made a even bigger mess as he began working his soft bites and kisses near your pussy.

with jenos dick still in your hand- you speed up, jacking him off at steady yet fast pace. jeno moans in your ear and lifts up your hoodie to expose your tits to the cool air of the room.

"fu-fuck please- fuck me please" you stammer out- almost crying due to the edging your enduring.

you then feel haechans mouth on your pussy- sucking and laping circles into your clit as fast as possible.

you let out a soft yet harsh moan, squeezing jenos dick in your hand- begging for some time of stimulation from them.

"fuck this-" jeno states, undoing his tangle around you- taking away haechans mouth from your throbbing core.

"what do you have in mind?" haechan says to jeno- now laying down on the cold floor- stroking his long fat cock.

you never thought in a million years that haechans dick would be so long and big..would it even be able to fit inside you?

"on top of him-now" jeno spits at you- grabbing you by the back of your neck and nudging you towards haechan.

you do as you where told and climb on top of him, feeling dick right at the entrance of your pussy.

you then feel jeno behind you- bending you over in doggy with his cock at your ass entrance.

"baby..I-" you mutter softly- not being all so sure you can handle the boys at the same time.

you feel jenos weight fill itself into your back and his warm sweet breath near your ear-

"if you want us to stop, just say the word baby" he says kissing your ear again softly.

you open your eyes- not even noticing they where closed to see haechan staring at you.

his cheeks where pink, his hair was all over the place and you notice his pupils where dilated. you never looked at him this way, but my god did he look delicious.

without warning-both boys slip there cocks into you, stretching you out and filling you up like a donut.

they then begin to move in rhythm like drummers- with one bouncing after the other.

the sounds of their balls smacking against you and your moans filled the air. you look up to see yourself sandwiched between the two men and that sent you into over drive.

"mo-more. please h-ha-harder" you moan out loudly, with your nails digging into haechans shoulders to keep your stable.

"mm you like this don't you? you're such a fucking slut my god" haechan mumbles while sucking your nipple. you bounce yourself fast aghast the boys- feeling jenos finger tangle themselves in your hair. he yanks your head back to force your eyes land on the mirror in front of you.

"look at yourself. getting fucked by me and my best friend" jeno spits putting his fingers around your throat and squeezing roughly.

"god- fuck! can I cum- please" you beg softly while still bouncing at full speed. you arch your back more so you can feel them go deeply inside you, you let at cry at how good it felt.

the slapping of wetness and moans filled the air and it made you see stars. you couldn't help but start begging for it- begging for something- you wanted to be like this for all of eternity.

"can I cum inside you doll?" haechan asks while slapping your nipple roughly, you nod and muster out "please- please please" you moan

"who's slut are you? who do you belong to?" jeno asks while restlessnessly pounding into your ass.

'you! jeno I belong to you!" you scream loudly- noting that anybody would be able to hear you at this point.

"fuck- fuck im gonna cum-" haechan says squirming beneath you then he using your hips slamming into your pussy at maximum speed.

"fuck- ah shit" jeno moans- noting that he's about the cum- grabbing your ass cheeks roughly- spreading them apart to look at his and haechans dick going in and out your abused holes.

"cum for us us baby" they both said simultaneously and with those words it sent you spiraling.

you felt the world around you collapse and your vision became nothing more than a hazy bubble with birds and fairies dancing around your head.

you felt their cocks twitch inside of you filling you lip with their warm sticky cum.

they stop moving with their dicks still inside you-using this moment to catch their breath and wipe the sweat off their foreheads.

haechan was the first to remove his dick- with the exist of it leaving a 'pop' sound as it it was opening champagne for the first time.

jeno then followed suit- taking his cock out of you- leaving you trembling and shaking in pain.

you then plop yourself into haechans warm chest- to tired to move your body or speak at all.

you feel jeno grab you and slowly begin to put your clothes on. he slides his over sized white tee and slides it onto you- filling your aura and bubble with his warm vanilla/burbon scent.

you snuggle in the shirt and you fall asleep in jenos arms.

"I hopes she's going to be okay.." haechan asks while fixing his pants and slides on his pants walking towards his duffle bag full of stuff.

"she'll be fine" jeno states in a shy tone-while stroking your pink flushed cheeks.

"nothing a little sleep can't fix" he says while holding you closely, kissing your forehead at you laid there fast asleep.

[zafill]

Helllooo I dont rlly know if ur inbox is open so... feel free to deny!

Giyuu and 14 yo sister! Ok sooo his sister has Mitsuri's Personality! She is a kinoe rank like Tanjiro and others!

SISTER!?!?

oh em gee i love this, i had the story in draft for so long, i forgot to post it, :d -----

The tension in the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was thick enough to be cut with Nichirin steel. Tanjiro knelt on the stone floor, restrained by the Hashira, his face marred with dirt and worry. His sister, Nezuko, was locked inside her box, her very existence as a demon putting her at risk of immediate execution. The Hashira surrounded him like a council of judgment, their powerful presences bearing down on him.

Obanai Iguro sneered. “A Demon Slayer traveling with a demon? You must think us fools.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa scoffed, gripping the hilt of his sword. “You’re lucky we haven’t killed you already.”

Before anyone could say another word, the door to the courtyard suddenly burst open.

“OI! GIYUU! YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!”

A girl barreled into the tense scene, waving a carefully wrapped bento box over her head. She had a bright, sunny aura—completely out of place among the brooding warriors. Her wide grin was enough to throw even the most serious Hashira off guard.

“Geez, you’re hopeless sometimes,” she huffed, stomping over to Giyuu, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation. “I swear, if I don’t keep an eye on you, you’ll forget to eat and just drop dead one day.”

Silence.

The Hashira collectively blinked, stunned by the abrupt intrusion. Even Tanjiro looked up in shock.

“M-Mitsuri…?” he murmured in confusion before quickly realizing his mistake. No, this wasn’t the Love Hashira. The girl certainly had the same bubbly energy, but her uniform bore no Hashira markings. She was young—probably around his age—but there was something sharp in her eyes despite her bright demeanor.

Giyuu, still impassive as ever, sighed. “Y/N. Not now.”

Y/N pouted. “What do you mean ‘not now’?! You always forget your lunch. Do you know how long I spent making this? I even made your favorite! Look, I cut the rice into little bunny shapes—”

Her voice trailed off as she finally took in the scene around her.

The Hashira. The boy on the ground. The tension so thick it could choke her.

“…Oh.”

Rengoku’s hearty laugh suddenly broke the silence. “Ahaha! What an energetic young lady! And who might you be?”

Y/N straightened her posture, beaming. “I’m Y/N Tomioka! Kinoe-rank Demon Slayer, at your service!”

Several of the Hashira raised their eyebrows. A Kinoe? Despite her playful attitude, she was at the highest rank before Hashira. That was no small feat.

Tanjiro’s eyes widened. “Y/N?! I remember you! You helped us during the Spider Demon incident on Mount Natagumo!”

Y/N turned to him, tilting her head. A beat passed before recognition lit up her face. “Ohhh, you’re that guy with the forehead of steel! Yeah, I remember now! I thought you were pretty cool back then! But, uh…” She leaned forward, lowering her voice into a dramatic whisper. “You’re kinda in a lot of trouble, huh?”

Tanjiro gave a nervous chuckle. “Yeah… You could say that.”

Shinazugawa groaned, rubbing his temples. “Enough with this nonsense! You’re telling me this idiot is your brother?”

Y/N froze for a moment before slowly turning to Sanemi, her once playful demeanor shifting into something much sharper. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as her eyes narrowed.

“What did you just call my brother?” she asked, her voice unnaturally sweet—but her aura was anything but.

Sanemi met her glare with equal intensity, cracking his knuckles. “You deaf, brat? I called him an idiot.”

Y/N’s smile twitched. “Ohhh, okay.” She let out a small laugh, but it was anything but friendly. “Cool, cool, cool. So, uh…” Her fingers flexed as she cracked her own knuckles. “You wanna say that again so I can knock your teeth out?”

The tension skyrocketed as the two Slayers locked eyes, both practically radiating the desire to throw hands.

Sanemi’s smirk widened. “Hah! You’ve got a lotta nerve, brat. You really think you can take me?”

“Oh, I know I can take you,” Y/N shot back, rolling her shoulders. “You’re all bark and no bite. Just because you scream the loudest doesn’t mean you’re the strongest.”

Sanemi’s eye twitched. “Oh, that’s it—”

He stepped forward at the same time Y/N did, both ready to swing, when—

WHAM!

A firm hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s uniform and yanked her backward, halting her in place before she could launch herself at Sanemi. Giyuu held her by the collar like an unruly cat, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Y/N,” he said flatly.

“What?! He started it!” she protested, flailing slightly in his grip.

Sanemi scoffed. “Tch. Figures. You’re just as annoying as your brother.”

Y/N stopped struggling. Her head slowly turned back toward the Wind Hashira, her eye twitching.

“Oh, that’s it—PUT ME DOWN, GIYUU! LET ME AT HIM!”

Giyuu didn’t even blink as he held her firmly in place, ignoring her kicking and squirming. “No.”

Mitsuri giggled behind her hand. “Aww, Y/N-chan is so passionate! But maybe fighting Sanemi here isn’t the best idea…”

“Speak for yourself,” Uzui chuckled. “This might actually be entertaining.”

Muichiro yawned. “I don’t care.”

“Come on, just one punch!” Y/N begged, still trying to wriggle free. “Just one! He deserves it!”

Giyuu sighed, finally setting her down, but kept a firm hand on her shoulder. “We’re not here to fight the Hashira.”

Y/N sighed dramatically as Giyuu finally set her down, but she still looked like she was itching to throw a punch. She crossed her arms, kicking a small rock on the ground as if that would somehow vent her frustration. Her bright eyes flickered over to Tanjiro, and she tilted her head, still clearly toeing down from her near-brawl with Sanemi.

“So,” she huffed, narrowing her gaze at him. “What did you do?”

Tanjiro gulped slightly under her intense stare, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “W-Well… It’s not really what I did—it’s about Nezuko…”

Y/N blinked, then looked around at the scene again, finally fully piecing everything together. She squatted down to be at eye level with Tanjiro, resting her chin on her hands. “Sooo, lemme get this straight… These guys wanna kill your sister because she’s a demon, but you’re saying she won’t hurt anyone?”

Tanjiro nodded, his face determined. “Exactly! Nezuko hasn’t eaten a single human! She even resisted blood when she was injured. She sees humans as family, not food!”

Y/N’s nose scrunched up. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” Shinazugawa snapped, still annoyed by her presence.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I mean, that’s the whole reason you guys are acting like he just killed a bunch of people?” She scoffed, throwing her hands up. “Pffft. Wow. And here I thought it was something serious.”

The Hashira collectively twitched.

“IT IS SERIOUS, BRAT!” Sanemi barked, his temper flaring again. “A DEMON IS A DEMON! WE CAN’T JUST—”

Y/N held up a finger. “Ah, ah, ah—tell me, oh wise Wind Hashira, do you have proof that his sister’s dangerous?”

Sanemi grit his teeth. “I—That’s not the point!”

“Ohhh, but it kinda is.” Y/N grinned. “Y’know, Master Kagaya always says we should think before we act, right? So, if you don’t actually know she’s a threat, then you’re just making assumptions.” She poked the side of her head. “That’s not very logical, is it?”

Sanemi’s eye twitched violently.

“Y/N,” Giyuu said in that calm, firm tone of his.

She sighed dramatically again, standing up. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. But I still think you guys are making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” She turned back to Tanjiro, hands on her hips. “Don’t worry, Forehead Boy. If they try anything unfair, I’ll back you up.”

Tanjiro blinked in surprise before offering a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N-san.”

----

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in deep shades of blue and violet. A gentle breeze rolled over the Butterfly Mansion, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly made rice. The once-tense atmosphere from earlier had finally settled, and now, Tanjiro and Y/N sat side by side on the rooftop, quietly munching on their onigiri.

Y/N swung her legs lazily over the edge, her usual energetic demeanor slightly dimmed as she focused on eating. “Man… What a day,” she mumbled through a mouthful of rice.

Tanjiro chuckled softly. “Yeah… I thought for sure they were going to kill me on the spot.”

Y/N scoffed. “Pfft. As if I’d let that happen.” She took another bite before glancing at him. “Seriously, though… you’re crazy for pulling something like that.”

Tanjiro swallowed before replying. “I had to. Nezuko is my family.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment before she smiled, nudging his shoulder with her own. “You’re pretty cool, Forehead Boy. Stupid, but cool.”

Tanjiro laughed. “I could say the same about you.”

She gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Wow. Rude.”

Tanjiro simply smiled. Despite her teasing, there was something about Y/N’s presence that made him feel at ease. It reminded him of Mitsuri in a way—warm, reassuring, like the feeling of a familiar home.

Y/N leaned back, resting her hands behind her. “Y’know… Giyuu doesn’t talk about people much, but I can tell he doesn’t hate you.”

Tanjiro blinked. “Huh?”

“I mean, he’s always quiet, but he lets you stick around,” she explained, tilting her head toward him. “That means he at least thinks you’re decent. And trust me, that’s a big deal with my brother.”

Tanjiro thought about it for a moment. He had always felt a sense of gratitude toward Giyuu for protecting Nezuko and giving him a chance when no one else would. But hearing this from Y/N made it feel… different. More meaningful.

“I respect him a lot,” Tanjiro admitted. “He saved me and Nezuko. I owe him everything.”

Y/N hummed, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, he’s like that. He doesn’t say much, but he cares. I just wish more people saw that.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of chirping crickets filling the air.

Then, Y/N suddenly grinned. “Oh, by the way.”

Tanjiro turned to her. “Hmm?”

She held out an extra onigiri, her eyes glinting mischievously. “I totally stole this from Sanemi’s plate earlier.”

Tanjiro nearly choked on his rice. “W-What?! Y/N-san, he’s going to kill you!”

She laughed. “Worth it.”

Tanjiro let out a nervous chuckle as he cautiously accepted the stolen onigiri, glancing around as if Sanemi might suddenly burst onto the rooftop, sword in hand. “You’re really not afraid of him, huh?”

Y/N shrugged, popping the last bit of her rice ball into her mouth. “Nah. He’s just a loud, angry cat pretending to be a lion.”

Tanjiro smiled at that, but after a moment, his expression softened. He glanced at her, his voice quieter this time. “Y/N-san… can I ask you something?”

She turned her head toward him, tilting it slightly. “Sure. What’s up?”

Tanjiro hesitated before carefully choosing his words. “You’ve talked about Giyuu a lot, but… what about you? I don’t know much about you.”

For a moment, Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the question. She wasn’t used to people asking about her.

“Well, you already know I’m the cooler Tomioka sibling,” she said with a teasing grin, but when Tanjiro remained quiet, she sighed and leaned back on her hands, gazing up at the stars. “…There’s not much to tell, really. I grew up with Giyuu, obviously, but… we had an older sister too.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened slightly. “You did?”

“Mm-hmm.” Y/N nodded, but her expression turned thoughtful, almost distant. “Her name was Tsutako. She… died a long time ago, when I was just a baby.”

Tanjiro’s heart clenched at her words. He knew the pain of losing family all too well.

“I don’t really remember her,” Y/N admitted, playing with the fabric of her sleeve. “Not her face, not her voice… but I do remember a song.”

“A song?” Tanjiro echoed.

“Yeah.” She smiled softly. “Giyuu told me that before everything happened, Tsutako used to hum it to me whenever I was fussy. I guess it worked, ‘cause whenever I hear it, it makes me feel… safe.”

There was a brief silence, the wind carrying the quiet rustling of leaves through the air. Then, gently, Y/N started humming.

It was a simple tune—soft, slow, almost like a lullaby. It was warm, nostalgic, like something meant to ward off bad dreams and soothe troubled hearts.

Tanjiro closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody settle around them. He could almost picture it: a young Giyuu, a baby Y/N, and an older sister who loved them both enough to sing them to sleep.

When Y/N stopped humming, she let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Pretty, right?”

Tanjiro opened his eyes and nodded, his gaze gentle. “Yeah… it is.”

Y/N smiled, a bit more genuinely this time. “Maybe one day, I’ll hum it for Giyuu. I don’t know if he remembers it, but… I think he’d like it.”

Tanjiro smiled warmly at Y/N’s words, imagining how Giyuu might react to hearing that melody again. But before he could say anything, a loud, furious voice shattered the peaceful moment.

“OI, YOU DAMN BRAT!”

Both Y/N and Tanjiro nearly jumped out of their skin as Sanemi’s unmistakable roar echoed through the Butterfly Mansion.

Y/N blinked, then slowly turned her head toward the source of the voice—only to see Sanemi standing below, glaring up at them with pure rage in his eyes. He held an empty plate in his hand, his grip so tight it looked like it might crack.

“DID YOU STEAL MY ONIGIRI?!”

Tanjiro paled, instinctively scooting away from Y/N.

Y/N, on the other hand, had the audacity to smirk. She casually leaned over the edge of the roof, resting her chin in her palm. “Huh? Ohhh, you mean that one I ate like an hour ago?” She gave a dramatic gasp. “Wait, was that yours? Oops.”

Sanemi’s eye twitched violently. “YOU—”

Before he could finish, Y/N immediately shot up to her feet and took off running across the rooftop. “WORTH IT!”

“GET BACK HERE, YOU DAMN GREMLIN—!”

Tanjiro watched in horrified amusement as Y/N cackled, dodging a very real attempt from Sanemi to actually climb onto the roof after her.

From inside the mansion, multiple voices rang out.

“Sanemi! Stop trying to break the building!”

“Y/N-chan, what did you do this time?”

“Tomioka, control your sister.”

Giyuu, who had just walked outside, sighed deeply at the sight before him. “No.”

Tanjiro simply shook his head, letting out a small laugh. For all the chaos that surrounded Y/N, there was something comforting about it. He had a feeling things would never be quiet with her around—but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

[satoruhour]

Helllooo!!!! I hope you're doing well<33 I'm not sure if you're taking requests so this can be taken as a random rant as well. (I'm in my exam week-depressed-stressed era lol) but is it just me Or the animated version of choso and the mans voice actor just doubled his hotness!?? Hence why me is here to ask if you could do a choso street racer au, could be anything from him meeting at a race or him taking them drifting? Idk but I just need more racer choso au's😭😭😭

LUCKY DIME

a/n: oh no my love i hope your exams went well and that you’re resting comfortably now ❤️ OFCCCC i planned to write a racer!choso for so long i just didnt have any motivation / tagging @screampied

wc: 3k

warnings: racer!choso, reader is ‘dating’ a weirdo, fem!reader, threat of sexual assault (from weirdo guy), threatening harm, flashback, unsafe driving tendencies (dont follow them in this fic lol pls drive safely), semi-public sex (parking lot), car sex, slight nipple play, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, implied multiple rounds and p -> v sex later on, n*sfw under the cut

choso hasn’t always been open about his origins — moving from the shimotsuma district to shibuya just two years ago in need of quick cash to send back to his struggling mother. it was a hard decision on both ends, with his mother advocating more for him to leave for a better life than the one she could offer. he acquiesced with a promise to earn enough to send back to her every month in return for the secret stash she provided for him and that promise meant everything. he was going to get money no matter what.

even if it meant meddling with the local yakuza, doing petty little tasks of collecting money, escorting the people important to the oyabun to their meeting places, being on lookouts while gambling and prostitution happens indoors. choso would never write back to his mother on what he’s been doing to get so much money, but if he’s able to send a hefty amount back to her on every 29th, he’s satisfied.

that is until he’s met with a couple arguing as they walk along the alleyway, creating such a ruckus that choso’s sure they could power the whole of shibuya — well, more of the man, anyways, saying something about racing and cars that he’s not even sure he catches on.

“well, if you just listened to her and opted for a flat-plane rather than use a cross-plane, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the race!” you’re throwing your hands up, struggling to walk behind in these new heels you bought while you navigate the dark alleyway. for a boy who’s expressed interest in you, he wasn’t doing well in trying to keep you one bit. you’d say he’s rather annoyed that you know so much about cars, trying to genuinely help him while he just sees it as attacks.

“yeah, well, if you kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me about losing to noritoshi.” you roll your eyes, unaware you’re passing a dangerous area with dangerous activities behind the door choso was guarding, nor do you notice the way the bodyguard perks up at the name of noritoshi, who sounds awfully familiar.

you scoff, “trust me, you embarrassed yourself the moment you tried to challenge the dude,” it was meant to be a harmless comment; noritoshi could never measure up to the famous four, but he practised his drifting hard enough and put in the hard work, stayed humble. he was everything that your “man” wasn’t, and it was only deserved that he didn’t win. ultimately, you didn’t expect much from a man in the illegal racing scene who only cared about who had the nicest engines and paint finishes.

“what’d you say?”

choso keeps a close eye on the both of you.

“it was nothing—” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his arm to get him to stop shouting so loud when you notice the person standing in front of a shady door — twin pigtails hairstyle with a dead look in his eyes and a tattoo across his nose, dressed up in a suit. it was scary enough walking through a dimly-lit alleyway, but your fear heightens when your eyes fall upon the surroundings of ashes of late night campfires, dried blood along the walls, and used condoms on the floor.

“no, no, tell me what you said, just so i know that i heard you right,” your “man” insisted, stepping up so close to you that your nerves were on high alert from the proximity and the possibility of that someone just a few feet away inflicting harm on the both of you.

“it was nothing! i just meant that you didn’t have a chance against noritoshi from the st—” it’s like you hit a sensitive nerve, because the next thing he’s doing is grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, not aware of how choso perks up even more, ready to leave his post. it borderline hurts with the way he grasps at your skin, paired with the discomfort of your heels and outfit, you can’t just wait to get home and rest up.

“ohh, so that’s what you said!” the man continues to tug you, not heeding your pleas for him to stop, “might as well just leave you here with the yakuza to see whether you stand a chance.”

that’s what the man was guarding . . wait.

a shout wretches out of you when you notice there’s no shadows at the door that’s lit simply with fluorescence at the same time the mysterious man has one hand each on your arms.

“who are you—” your “man” has the gall to speak first, shocked at the stronger grip of the other when he tears the fingers away from your wrist before stumbling back. the mysterious guy simply tugs you into his hold, levelling the other with just a stare from his eyes that’s got him babbling and stuttering in fear. you hate to admit that once the man beside you speaks, your body curls into his side — it’s like a smooth cup of coffee that you gravitate towards.

“do you want to repeat what you just said?” choso puts you behind him as he approaches the other, one step taken while the cowering one takes one step back. “because i can always open the door i’m guarding and let them take care of you, instead.”

“t-that wouldn’t be necessary—” he’s adamant on his threatening, taking out a flip phone and dialling numbers one by one, no doubt the number of his boss. he doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on the pigtailed man as he continues to dial the number and pressing call. if choso’s being honest, he’s about to shit himself just as much, never having called his saiko-komon personally before so he only fakes the number, thanking the heavens that someone somewhere decided to call his boss’ phone just at the same time.

they all hear it, the familiar nokia ringtone from behind the door, but in choso’s ear, all it says is that it’s an invalid number that garners no answer. he talks over the operator’s voice anyway.

“yeah, i need you to take care of this guy. just outside here—” that’s enough for him to go running away, puddles splashing and his voice crying out for civilisation, although you’re not too happy yourself, afraid for your own fate. kept like a pet for the yakuza? made to work for them to pay off this small helping hand? commit—

you sit up from the hood, “you called a fake number?!” it’s hard to say when that fateful meeting turned into this over the past few months, asking choso to recount the night the two of you met out of curiosity when you realise that your yakuza-accountant boyfriend had dialled a fake number the whole time.

“i had just joined! i wasn’t going to phone my boss . .” he sheepishly says with head turned to you, and while you’re giving him brutal smacks on the shoulder (“what! if! he! hadn’t! run! away! were you going to let a phone operator beat him up?”), you’re still thankful he decided to step in at the right time even if his heroic act had been brought down a notch by this revelation.

it’s then that he asks about the whole racing thing you were involved in but you’re taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t going to make you do anything in return. even if the alley had boasted its dubiousness, you realise than the man standing in front of you was not much older than you, a childish sparkle in his eyes when you entertained the question. with a random number in your phone, it was up to you if you wanted to text him, but after a few races, you think that he was just too handsome to pass up.

choso picked up racing and drifting fast, joining your small group of friends of yuji, megumi and nobara who were all rising up the ranks. it was difficult, knowing the famous four, but it didn’t hurt trying to build a reputation in the underground scene. he practised around the docks, crashing into crates, sending the seagulls flying, and almost sending your scrap car over the edge.

“tokyo is pretty at this time of night,” choso mumbles as he sits up, too, liking the way you scooch closer to him on the hood of his 1967 Ford Mustang.

“tokyo is cold, i’m lucky i’m not freezing to death.” you tease him even when you’re wearing his warm jacket, squealing when his cold hands make it under the jacket and your shirt.

“how are you cold, that jacket’s wool!” he nestles his face into your neck, freezing nose touching the skin there and you giggle, trying your best to push him away. choso says that, but he’s happy to see you in his jacket while his arms tingle with both frost and lovesickness. “you’re just extra sensitive to the cold.”

before you can retaliate, though, he’s pulling away from your body heat to look you in the eye; it was a wonder he even got you, a girl who’s just so passionate about cars and who taught him everything he needed to know about it. six months down the road, he’s writing about something other than living paycheck to paycheck again, getting in some extra money from racing as well.

“wanna drive?”

you grin, hopping off his hood before jumping into the car beside him and he only laughs at your enthusiasm, hopping in after you and starting the ignition. you wish it was like this before every race: you beside him in the passenger seat as he gets ready to race against his opponent. the rev of the engine always excites you, knowing you contributed to the many modifications of his Mustang. but choso always says it’s dangerous for you — so you’re left to watch from the sidelines.

but now, as choso drifts down the mountain, you can’t help but stare at him as he changes gears every few seconds, hair blowing everywhere from the wind outside before he reaches the base and races off into the main road. you’re shouting in excitement, music blasting loudly from the cassette player while you dominate the streets at night.

“d’you think i can break 190, sweetheart?”

your jaw drops, “while drifting?” he nods, “you’re insane . . yeah, do it.”

choso’s laughter feels infinitely heavenly, stepping on the accelerator on a fairly empty road. he’s familiar with the traffic of the roads too, so at 4am, it’s basically deserted when he speeds down the gravel while he tries to break the speed limit. you feel on top of the world, a pretty road full of green lights on every turn; there’s a couple of sharp screeches from his tires as he navigates shibuya.

“hear that increased throttle response . .” you whistle when he presses his foot into the accelerator again, Mustang speeding off into the streets while you look over to him: hand holding the stick shift and one hand on the wheel. he’s as pretty as you remember him six months ago and his beauty truly hits you in the moment that you unconsciously rub your thighs together.

“all thanks to you, baby,” feels like the final blow, not knowing the effect he has on you until you’re waiting until he slows down to place your hand atop his on the steering wheel. there he lets you steer where you want to go, face melting into recognition at the place you’re taking him to.

“you’re nasty.” in the abandoned car park, he giggles when you’re shushing him as you make your way to the backseats, levelling him with a stare that begged him to hurry.

“yeah . . whatever, you like it.”

choso grins, switching off the ignition and climbing in after you, making you forget all about the cold season of japan in mere minutes. his lips collide with yours and his body naturally pushes yours to the leather seats, driving you crazy just with his mouth. his hands make quick work of your skimpy outfit, inching past your tight halter top and to your tits. you gasp softly into the kiss.

“may i?” even after all this time, choso still asks for permission, pulling down your top and bra when you nod.

his mouth is both warm and gentle when it meets with your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud and eyes looking up at you just to relish in the hooded lids and soft moans you give him. his free hand fondles your other, squeezing and playing, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“just s’soft . . always,” he hums into your chest, kissing you down bit by bit and making you wait for it with each teasing journey he makes. there, he manoeuvres himself onto the floor, kneeling on the carpeted finishing as your knees hook onto each shoulder. the car is filled with your laboured breathing, watching him slowly undo the straps to your uncomfortable heels. it’s excruciatingly slow, pulling at the strings and removing each shoe before his lips leave fire along your shin, up to your thighs and to your pulsing core.

“choso . .” you whine, hips bucking off the leather.

all he does is laugh, hands spreading your legs before he’s licking his lips at the mess you made in your skirt, panties and back of the fabric soaked right through. your boyfriend pulls you forward with a certain fervour that makes you yelp and you match him with a nervous grin as he tugs away the underwear and marvels at the arousal that just sticks to your pussy, pretty and dripping right in front of him.

you have no warning before choso indulges himself in your cunt and you cry out in surprise, hand tangled up in the mess of his hair that falls from his pigtails. his warm tongue laps at your clit like a man starved, slurping up all of your arousal into his tongue. the cold weather is just the cherry on top, cold wind wafting through the walls and the windows, making you extra sensitive.

“c-cho—” you hum, one hand lost in his black locks while the other clutches tightly onto the seats for any sort of anchor while choso only pushes his face further in between your legs. he can feel your pussy clench around nothing, switching between sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless pace that threatens your sanity. “t-too much . .”

all he does is laugh into your centre, eyes flitting to meet yours while he continues his ministrations, arms wrapping around your thighs. choso moans at how good and sweet you taste, a curious hand moving from your legs right to your hole where he plays with your folds. gently, he pushes past your walls and you whimper from the intrusion, clamping down around his finger.

“relax, darling, i got you,” he softly says, relaxing his pace just a bit as he starts to thrust his finger. while slow, his tongue doesn’t stop, however, still continuing to make the lewdest noises.

“pussy so damn sweet,” he groans, nuzzling his face right into your sloppy core before teasing a second finger; it’s easy to slip in but he still warns you wordlessly, inching them right in until they reach the knuckles, “and so tight, too—”

the car is filled with the smell of sex, the sounds of your pussy and your endless moans as choso starts to pump his fingers in and out, reaching so much deeper than any of your toys can and stretching you out just right. your hips buck uncontrollably as you feel that coil in your stomach, knowing that you were only going to get even more of this before choso properly fucks you — but it’s all he promises, that to make sure you’d cum on his fingers and tongue thrice before he even thinks of railing you like you deserve.

“c-choso, your fingers—!”

“yeah?” it’s breathless, bottom half of his face all soaked and wet, but he goes right back in.

“mmfuck— cho, cho, p-please . .” your words are jumbled up, babbling through your teeth while his fingers gathers all of your juices, “i’m g’nna—”

choso thinks you’re just perfect like this, moaning as much as you want in his Mustang and spread out just for him to eat. he cannot keep his eyes off you, curling his fingers just a bit to find your sweet spot as he flicks your bundle of nerves as his eyes stay on the way your lips part for little pants to escape. your eyes have fluttered close by now but he doesn’t mind as you continue to push his head towards your cunt.

“cum on my fingers, my love,” the other groans, words muffled a little, “cum on my tongue like a good girl.” 

“cho— f-fuuck . .” you writhe around on the leather seats as you reach your peak, voice descending into a silent scream while your jaw hangs open. at his peripheral he can see and feel your thighs tremble while you chant his name like a prayer, over and over until you think your voice is hoarse. his seats are wet, no doubt, and you wince seeing your cum decorate the leather, but choso quietens your worries as he leans up to give you a kiss. you can taste yourself.

“taste good?” you’re ruined despite it being your first orgasm, answering half-heartedly before slumping, a soft moan leaving you when he removes his fingers and strings of your arousal stick to each digit. his hand naturally gravitates towards your mouth, fumbling with your lips before he pushes in — distracted, he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto your cunt again and you mewl loudly.

“that’s just the start,” choso grins, laying a long stripe up your pussy and groaning softly at the way your tongue swirls over his fingers, “i’m sorry in advance . . hope you’re able to get out of bed tomorrow, baby.”

[dreamdragonkadia]

Helllooo me again 😉

another idea i had was maybe comfort for percy after tartarus nightmares. Again mortal reader and her not really understanding but still supports him unconditionally.

Or her writing a love letter for him in full greek since she knows it's easier for him for his birthday and him just loving her for it. And maybe a sally cameo and just her seeing her boy being in love and being loved inreturn

Or annabeth meeting mortal reader and her just being a protective best friend and seeing mortal reader carrying ambrosia for percy and how loving their relationship is and annabeth giving her approval

Again no pressure !!

If you need any ideas I'm definitely your girl

Have a lovely day/night

That first idea is just so cute, so don’t mind if I do!! 💕 If you ever have more ideas or little prompts, don’t hesitate to send them my way—I live for this kind of stuff! My inbox is always open for suggestions, thoughts, or just a chat. Hehe, thank you for reading! p,jackson x mortal!reader

It was strange, something you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. What could press so heavily on Percy’s mind that it haunted his sleep? The way he would jolt awake from a nightmare, his chest heaving like he’d been running for miles. Or how his body twisted and turned in bed, as though he was trying to escape something terrible in his dreams. Then there were the times he cried. Silent, heart-wrenching tears that you’d catch only because you stayed awake longer than you should, reading by the dim light of a bedside lamp.

Those nights, you were always there for him. You didn’t understand what plagued him, not fully, but you didn’t need to. The scars of his past, invisible though they were, weren’t something you needed him to justify. You never pushed him to talk about it if he wasn’t ready.

There were moments you’d try, cautiously, to ask. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you’d murmur, your voice as soft as the moonlight filtering through the curtains. And when he withdrew, retreating into himself like a tide pulling away from shore, you let it go. You held no grudges for his silence. Instead, you’d gather him in your arms, his head tucked beneath your chin, and press kiss after kiss to his hair, each one a quiet assurance that you were there. Your fingers would trace slow circles on his back, a rhythm that said everything you didn’t have the words to express.

It didn’t happen every night, but it happened enough. Enough that you noticed the pattern. Enough that you knew something dark clung to him—a scar so deep it refused to heal. There was one night, though, when he muttered something in his sleep, his voice broken: Tartarus.

You didn’t ask him about it the next day. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But the fear of prying too deeply, of pulling him into memories he wasn’t ready to face, held you back. Instead, you let it sit, another piece of the puzzle you didn’t need to complete to love him.

And then there were the good nights. Nights when his soft laughter filled the room as the two of you lay tangled on the couch, watching bad movies and eating burnt popcorn because he always left it in the microwave too long. Or when he’d ramble about the ocean, his eyes lighting up like the waves under the sun, and you’d find yourself smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

You knew the nightmares were part of him, but so were these moments. And maybe you couldn’t chase the monsters from his dreams, but you could be his anchor. You could remind him, in the quiet of the night and the brightness of the day, that he wasn’t alone. That whatever Tartarus was, or whatever battles raged in his mind, he didn’t have to face them by himself.

You’d remind him, with every whispered word, every gentle touch, every second spent by his side: he had you. Always.

[charlottes-diary-entries]

HELLLOOO :) could I request a wolfstar x reader where there’s an upcoming exam that r is super stressed about and how the boys would help or comfort them? (This is indeed self indulgent bcuz I’m stressin for finals 😭)

oh my god darling, i'm aware this is two MILLION years late, but i fear i was ALSO stressin for finals :( i hope all of your exams went completely swimmingly and if they didn't then here is a little comfort for the start of your summer <3

"academic avalanche" poly!wolfstar x reader, very fluffy, mostly comfort

This was it. You'd considered it might come to this, but today seemed to make it official. You were now living, to eventually die, and then rot forever, beneath a wall of books in the library that completely obscured you from view. It was ridiculous. One gentle breeze and you'd be a victim of an academic avalanche.

As you once again desperately tried to cram information about the giant wars of the 19th century into your brain, tears began to slip down your cheeks. Hopelessly, you thumped your head against the horrid tome before you and let the tears fall. Hiccups and sobs also began to escape before you could stop them, and soon enough, you were trying as hard as you could to break down quietly as to not disturb the peace of the library.

They would write your name and death date on your gravestone, paired with the phrase, "Killed by History of Magic."

"Dovey?"

At the sound of a familiar, endlessly comforting voice, you wished you could pull yourself together and only fell apart more. A miserable moan left you from your place faceplanted in the evil textbook.

"Is that you tucked away there, darling?"

One of the shorter stacks was shoved aside before the voice cooed and you were suddenly shoved by an overly-aggressive hug. The voice chided your attacker with a quiet, "Sirius..." but was ultimately ignored as you were squeezed within an inch of your life.

"What have they done to you?" Sirius pulled you upright and gasped at the tears that still flowed down your face. "Scratch that, how did we let you hole up here like this?! Oh, dovey..."

You hiccupped through another sob as Sirius shushed you, pressing kiss after kiss all over your face in attempt to cheer you up.

"I think-" You began, "I think this exam is going to kill me. Actually kill me, I can't do this."

Remus perked up from where he had begun to deconstruct your cavern of books. "Alright dove, it's okay. Why don't we take a break, hm?"

This only served to upset you more as you moaned, flopping completely into Sirius's arms. Frustration only continued to bubble up and out of you as Sirius cradled you.

"I've got to pass this exam. I think I'm going to fail otherwise and I can't fail. I hate this stupid professor, I hate History of Magic, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!"

Sirius cooed and pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you tighter. "I think passionate declarations of hate are a pretty decent sign you're due for a break. Just a little one love, and then we'll help you study after, yeah?."

"I second this plan, besides," Remus said, now a little sheepish, "we've missed you dove."

"Missed them! Missed them, he says!" Sirius scoffed, "You've been holed up in here for nearly a week and your absence has actually taken a toll on our health! I swear, I've never felt so sick as when you're stuck studying!"

At this, you sniffed and smiled a little up at Sirius, who only grinned down at you, allowing himself to kiss your forehead.

"Starting to feel better now, though."

You giggled and Remus rolled his eyes fondly, having now successfully returned most of your books to their respective shelves. Sirius then easily pulled you up and you didn't have the energy to resist. Now with you on your feet, he began to speak before you were tugged away from him and into Remus's bone-crushing hug.

Whatever dramatic protest at you being stolen from him died on Sirius's lips as he watched you deflate even more in your boyfriend's arms. A few more tears rolled down your face as he joined the hug.

"C'mon dovey," Remus said as he eventually pulled away, leaving his hand tightly entwined with yours, "let's all go cuddle for a bit, yeah?"

You nodded and let him pull you along, Sirius attaching himself to your unoccupied arm. You continued to hang off them as they walked you back to their dorm feeling endlessly grateful for their ability to carry the weight of the conversation on their own.

There was something indescribable about the comfort that came from Remus holding you on his bed with Sirius on your other side telling you both about some muggle band he loved. You felt loved. Completely surrounded by love, actually.

And exam be damned, there was no where you'd rather be.

this isn't very long, but i hope you enjoyed love! <3

[nametakensff]

Helllooo, anon from 2024, I believe 😭 things have been so busy but rest assured I received your ask and started a little NSFW s/teddie fic a hot minute ago based on this section of it!! I'm so glad you enjoy my AU 💖 Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more haha

Here is 2.4k of almost zero plot, just S/teve and E/ddie fucking over E/ddie's awful hayfever in the morning

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, sneezing from hayfever, spray, holdbacks (finger under nose), build ups, talking whilst needing to sneeze, teasing, fetishy dirty talk (sort of, mostly tender stuff and begging), sneezing on someone's face/body etc, hand jobs, frotting, nose nuzzling/nostril appreciation

CW: graphic descriptions of semen, using cum as lube

NSFW, minors dni etc etc etc

“Heh-! Hih-ihh!!”

Steve’s ears perked up at the welcome sound of his boyfriend’s breath hitching towards what he hoped - and was almost certain - would be several rigorous sneezes. Eddie’s allergies had been awful lately. Steve would feel guilty for getting so much enjoyment out of his suffering if he didn’t know that said suffering was such an undeniable source of pleasure for the both of them. But he did know, and so, in all honesty, he didn’t feel even an ounce of shame rolling over to press his body up against Eddie’s side, rubbing his morning wood against his hip and moaning softly at the friction.

He looked up at Eddie’s face just in time to watch the tickle reach its apex. He had a moment to enjoy that gorgeous pre-sneeze expression before Eddie was sneezing uncovered, spraying a cloud of delicate droplets all over Steve’s duvet.

“Heh-! HeHH’ETTSSH’ieww!!”

Snuggled as close to his boyfriend as he was and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he convulsed, it was an inevitability that he get caught in the periphery of the sneeze. A delicate kiss of spray settled over the side of his face, and he sighed with it, cock twitching violently against Eddie’s hip. He only wished there were no blankets in the way so he could have felt the wonderful sensation of the spray raining down over his naked body.

“God bless you, sweetheart. My sneezy boy.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

“N’hhot…not done-!” Eddie gasped, head pressing back into the pillow.

“I know, I know. Let them all out for me, love.” Steve pressed a series of kisses along Eddie’s jaw, grinning to feel him tremble in response – no doubt torn between the dual pleasure of his tickly nose and Steve’s touch.

“-Tshh’iewww!! HIDT’SHhhoohh!! IGSHHHhh!! HAGK’TSSHHTt!! ‘DZZT’SHIEWWW!!”

“Ohhh,” Steve moaned, shamelessly rubbing the length of his twitching cock against Eddie’s contracting torso. He wrapped his leg around him in a protective vice, savouring the violent bucking, the sheer helplessness as the sneezes overpowered him. Each release tossed his poor boyfriend forward, the last few strong enough that even his shoulders were coming up off the bed. And god, they were wet; visible damp spots were starting to form atop the sheets as they were doused again and again.

Eddie seemed to be done after several more violent convulsions; he moaned, shivering with both exertion and pleasure as he sank back into the mattress. Steve glanced down the length of the bed and noted with satisfaction the tenting of the sheets where his boyfriend’s cock stood firm. That made two of them.

He peered lovingly at Eddie’s face, his boyfriend now wearing an expression of supreme relief – that sexy, post-sneeze luxuriation that drove Steve crazy. It was simultaneously angelic and perverse; he loved to see the unabashed arousal Eddie’s allergies brought him, and here with just the two of them he didn’t even try to mask how much he was enjoying himself.

“Ohhh, fuck. That felt so good, Stevie.” He smiled, keeping his eyes shut for the moment but sneaking an arm around Steve’s shoulder to pull him closer.

“Mmm. Good. It felt great for me too.” Steve muttered, kissing Eddie’s cheek several times in quick succession. Cuteness aggression seized him quite suddenly, and it was a challenge not to bite Eddie’s adorable face outright. He settled for using a thumb and forefinger to gently pinch away the residual wetness around the rims of his love’s pinkening nostrils, which he then wiped absentmindedly on the sheets. Lastly, he reached up, blanket in hand, to dab at Eddie’s lips, shiny with the aftermath of his sneezes.

“Bless you so many times, honey. Your pretty face is all drippy now.”

Eddie hummed in satisfaction, beaming at the attention. Fully knowing that Eddie was getting off to any and every comment he made about his sneezes, Steve carried on, wanting to rile him up more than ever.

“Poor thing – so many tickles in that cute little nose.” He said, tapping at said nose emphatically.

He could hear in his own voice how excitement roughened his speech, turning himself on even more in the process – an endless and slightly mortifying feedback loop of arousal. Luckily, the transparency of his enjoyment seemed to be doing it for his boyfriend as well; in response to his words, Eddie’s breath hitched - this time in a decidedly horny fashion - and he opened his eyes to peer at Steve.

His gaze was so intense, so heated that Steve felt temporarily paralysed by it. He moved his face closer to Eddie’s, gaze flickering to his lips with intention, and within seconds they were locked in a passionate kiss. It was deep, and lazy, and god Eddie was so fucking good with his tongue that Steve’s toes were curling and he was groaning into his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling his lips curling into a smug grin – cocky bastard - even as he continued to suck on Steve’s tongue like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

When he felt Eddie’s nostrils twitch against his cheek, he pulled back from the kiss with an obscene sucking noise. Eddie followed his mouth with his own, nibbling at Steve’s bottom lip for a moment. Steve pressed a kiss to his sensitive nose before nuzzling it with his own. His breath caught when Eddie’s nostrils twitched again, spasmodically, seemingly right on the edge of a sneeze.

“Need to sneeze, baby? You’re normally totally occupied by now.”

It was true. More often than not, allergy season mornings consisted of Steve being woken by Eddie already trembling into an endless stream of tickly sneezes. It was rare that Eddie be conscious this long, and before taking allergy meds, without sneezing himself dizzy.

“Mmm. C’n feel ‘em coming, don’t you worry about that.” He sniffled experimentally, then laughed softly, noticing the way Steve’s eyes honed in on the motion. “You’re so greedy, baby. I already sneezed a whole bunch.”

Steve scoffed, using his muscular leg to roll Eddie towards him so that he was completely on his side and facing him. Eddie went instantly, flopping forward like an obedient ragdoll.

“What, just now? That was nothing for you.”

He nuzzled Eddie’s nose with his own again, dragging the pointed tip along the shape of Eddie’s nostrils. He felt his cock twitch as he did so, almost giddy with arousal. He loved Eddie’s nose, everything about it, but his expressive, squishy nostrils and the beautiful shape as they flared – so wide, so prominent compared to their at rest form – he’d jerked off to just that image of them more times than he would care to admit.

“Tryna make me sneeze again? Kinky boy.” Eddie teased, rubbing his nose back against Steve’s and flaring his nostrils teasingly.

Steve shuddered, then angled his hips forward until his solid cock was rubbing against his boyfriend’s. They both gasped at the sensation, bodies lurching forward and into one another as if magnetised.

“Yesss…Come on baby, sneeze. Sneeze for me. Don’t hold back, don’t torture me!”

Eddie kissed him again, silencing his pleas; he wrapped his arms around Steve and held him close as he started to rock his hips against him. He groaned as Steve reached with one hand to squeeze both of their cocks together, then groaned a second time as Steve gripped at his ass. It was more of a girly little squeak than a groan, Steve mused happily, smiling as Eddie fucked forward with renewed passion into his fist. He reached down Eddie’s crack to tease at his hole with the pad of a finger, earning him another broken moan against his lips.

They wouldn’t last long like this; the kissing and the stroking and thrusting, suddenly all so intense and purposeful. And still Eddie hadn’t sneezed again; Steve wondered with an air of disappointment if it might be the start of a premature ending to allergy season after all. Not that it mattered all that much in the current moment – he was still painfully turned on, with armfuls of his writhing boyfriend pressed up against him and whining into his mouth. He replayed the sounds of Eddie’s most recent sneezes in his mind, the sensation of the spray, his expression cinching tight, all so beautiful and fuck, so so hot. He wanted to cum his brains out and had no doubt it was only a matter of moments before he did so, painting both of their torsos with his cum – his orgasm irrepressible and body-shaking, just like Eddie’s sneezes.

That last thought very nearly pushed him over the edge, and he was about to warn Eddie when he felt him suddenly tense in his arms.

“H’ohhh, yeah, Steve – gonna sneeze, baby. Finally gonna – Hh’HH!!”

“Ohhh, fuck. Yesss, please!” Steve groaned, forcing his hips to cease in their thrusting. He wanted to make this last; he wanted to have an orgasm right in the middle of Eddie’s fit, letting his endless sneezes spray his body and the heavenly sounds of them prolonging his pleasure until he couldn’t even remember his own name.

“I – I can’t – Hahh! HUH!! I can’t hold it, oh…oh god, Steve, I need to-! I’m going t-to-!!”

“Baby-!!”

Eddie was pressing a finger to his own septum, hard, and Steve realised he was attempting to delay the inevitable just long enough to keep talking him up to his breaking point. It felt like his body temperature rocketed up a hundred degrees; he was so turned on he could barely stand it.

“Gonna – hh-!! HUH’ddt!! -Ahh, sneeze for you-! Gonna sneeze o-out all these tickles-! God, Stevie, my fucking hayfever is so bad, ohh-! I-! I can’t-!!”

Steve couldn’t find the words to respond; all he could do was moan stupidly, cock throbbing and leaking against Eddie’s. The sight of his boyfriend’s crumpling features – his drooping eyelids, those pink, flared nostrils that twitched and twitched against Eddie’s finger, leaving it slick with wetness as they geared up to sneeze…It was erotic beyond belief. The second the first sneeze tore out of him, Steve knew he was done for – and he welcomed it. He could practically taste his orgasm, already building and building, tensing his muscles as he prepared to explode.

“HAH! I’m-I’m gonna’hhh!! HHH!! hHETT’CHIEWWWww!!”

Eddie sneezed – beautifully, violently, catching Steve’s face and chest and even some of his stomach in the rushing brilliance of it. As he knew it would, Steve’s body was seized by a trembling, immensely pleasurable orgasm – he twitched and shuddered helplessly, mouth caught open in a silent scream as he surrendered to it. As he came, Eddie started to sneeze in earnest – a bona fide hayfever attack, unrelenting in its intensity.

“AEGKK’TSchIEewW!! Ihh’KHG’Tshhiew!! ‘TSCHTt’Ieww!! IGK’Shhuuu!! HAHDTt’TSsshh’uu!!! Oh-! ahHH’TISHHH’IIEwww!!”

Steve’s orgasm continued to the point that he was certain he would pass out from how heavenly it felt – full-body surges of ecstasy, rolling muscles and twitching extremities. The kissing spray of each sneeze seemed to cause another spasm to pass through him, an unending assault of pleasure.

“HupTT’ISHH’ieww!!-ISHH’ieww-IGSHHH!! EhH’NGXT’TSieww!! ‘TSSiew-TSHHHtt!! EEHH’SHHHIEWW!!”

The pleasure began to subside enough that Steve’s overloaded brain remembered it existed and was in fact in control of his body. His muscles started to slacken once more as he moaned low and hard, absolutely breathless with ecstasy. Eddie was still sneezing – would be for minutes yet, a dramatic display that occasionally had Steve wondering if he was able to breathe. That he’d witnessed his boyfriend fall into countless numbers of these fits and and fucked him through countless more with anything but adverse consequences was always a reassuring notion. He could feel Eddie’s cock twitching against his own, which was still jerking softly in his fist as he rubbed and massaged it, splattering the pair of them with thick ropes of cum. A weaker, residual wave of pleasure spiked through him as he watched it spasm.

“Ihh’DDZZZT’Shieww!! ‘DZZTT’SHHh!! HehH’DISHHH’ieww!! H’h-! ENGXTch’TSieww!! NDd’Tshieww!! ‘TISHhhiew-DZT’Shuu!! ESSHHH’ieww!!”

Steve’s orgasm finally concluded, leaving him a trembling mess of singing nerves. Eddie’s sneezes continued to douse his chest as he lay there, open-mouthed and motionless, coming back to himself. He roused himself after a moment, pulling his trembling boyfriend closer into him and wrapping his strong arms around him.

“HIG’TChuu!! Hh’GXTt’SShieww!! ESHHHhh!! Hh’IGSHH’ieww! EhNGXT’TShh!! IhH’KhGTSshhh!! Hgk-!”

“Ohh, bless you, bless you. Good boy. So many sneezes, oh, baby…”

Eddie shuddered, tears beading his eyelashes and moaning in a momentary respite before the sneezes continued. His cock was a solid weight against Steve’s abs; it drooled and twitched, a perverse mirroring of his suffering, tickly nose. The spray covered Steve everywhere; his chin and neck, his shoulders, his chest, stomach, cock, thighs. The immense after-glow of his orgasm washed over him in an all-calming wave, more than heightened by the kiss of every sneeze.

“AeEGK’TShhIEWW!! Hup’TISHHH’uu!! EHHTT’Chieww!! Steve-! Plee-heEEEZZ’SCHhieww!! I-I need to-!”

Steve nodded, shivering in excitement to hear Eddie’s failed attempt at speaking sans sneezes. He ran his open palm over the messy streaks of their cum-covered torsos, moistening his hand, then reached down between them, wrapping his boyfriend’s cock in a firm grip and jerking him hard and fast – a relentless rhythm, just the way Eddie liked it, making his biceps twitch with the effort.

“IGK’TSHHhh’uuu!! Ohh, fuck, ohh my goddDD’ZSshhht!! Ohh, I’m cumming, I’m gonna - !! hH’EHGKk’TSSHHhieww-!!”

Steve’s eyes fluttered closed as that sneeze hit him square in the face, teasing his sensitised skin as it settled upon him - and just like that, Eddie gasped and came powerfully, bowing forward with the force of it and trembling all over. The surprise and immense pleasure of it stopped the sneezing in its tracks, his body forced to pick one form of spasming helplessness over another. The sensation of his hot cum spurting out over Steve’s fingers, painting his chest and shooting all the way up to his chin with one exceptionally impressive squirt felt just as good, just as rewarding as his boyfriend’s copious sneezes had.

Steve kissed into Eddie’s wild curls, easing up his strokes until he was cradling Eddie’s trembling cock, enjoying the residual shudders that passed through his boyfriend as his orgasm started to weaken.

“Good boy, pretty boy,” he murmured as Eddie groaned, pressing his face against Steve’s neck and catching his breath.

He waited, stroking his clean hand up and down Eddie’s sweaty back, for the inevitable resumption of his boyfriend’s sneezing. There was just no way his tickly nose was done yet. After he’d sneezed a while longer, Steve would help him to his feet, leading the both of them to the bathroom. He would guide a sneezing Eddie to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, helping him take his meds, and then he would help him into the shower. They would stand there under the spray, holding one another as Eddie’s sneezes gradually faltered to a stop. Maybe they would fuck right there all over again. And then they would kiss before cleaning one another, happy beyond belief just to be together, and another day would begin.

[awriterinthenight]

Helllooo!! To begin, I would like to talk about how much I enjoy your other writings! The way you write is just so delightful. The little details here and there with the characters yet not at all out of character is just ✨👌chef's kiss

Moreover, I would like to make a reader x Percy Weasley (kinda) request!! Takes place before the war but after Percy disowns his family. His position in the ministry is still high but not to the point of being busy all the time. Perhaps it's curiosity or perhaps he wanted to take his mind off the magic world, but he found himself walking around muggle towns at night. Something unfamiliar yet refreshing. Being the nerd he is, his first place to go is the library. A muggle librarian (reader) immediately grew accustomed to the ginger haired lad. She found it strange that he always had this quizzical furrow on his face, like he hadn't a clue on what library computers were. One day, as he was checking out his book, she engaged in conversation with him.

That'll be where I leave off. You could also either leave it there or continue, whatever suits you best :]

While I do hope for romance in this request, platonic moments are not unwelcomed, in fact, it'd be good to see how chemistry is there in the first place.

Lastly, I wanted to ask about the background of your Tumblr bio. The cat's such a cutie :>> Is it yours or did you find it elsewhere? Either way, I think it fits your aesthetic very well!!

Have a nice day <3 keep up the good work!

requested: yes

words: 667

warning: none

a/n sorry this took me so long, I'm still trying to get out of my writers block, so I'm hoping this blurb will help

summary: Percy starts visiting a muggle library where he meets a muggle librarian

Being a librarian wasn't your first choice of job, but it was a good one. You got to spend your days helping people look for books, sort books, and spend your free time reading. The job paid well for a college student like you, and you enjoyed meeting the people. Particularly a certain ginger boy.

He started to visit the library frequently, looking for books, or reading a weird newspaper you'd never seen before. One of the first times he came in he couldn't figure out what the library computers did, so you had to help him. Which was odd, since he looked like someone who would work in an office and know how to use a computer. Nevertheless you helped him navigate using the computer.

The first time you had a real conversation with him was when he was checking out one of your favorite books. Not many people picked it, which was what piqued your interest in him.

"This is one of my favourites actually, the author's writing style is fantastic, and the plot is even better," you commented, checking out the book for him.

He smiled, looking awkward, and partly nervous, "I read some of it and it seems, umm... interesting," he said, not meaning it to sound rude, he was just unsure about what to say. He wasn't used to pretty girls talking to him about books, especially muggle girls.

"It definitely is one of its kind," you responded, handing back the book, "You'll have to tell me how it is next time you're here," you said, as if trying to hint at something.

His voice seemed to catch in his throat, "Yeah, I definitely will," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"Good to know I'll see you again..." you trailed off looking at his name on his library card, "Percy," you finally said with a smile.

Percy nodded again before speaking, "I'll see you later, Y/N," he said, reading your name off your name tag.

The next time you saw Percy was later when the library was almost an hour from closing. He'd come in, in what looked like his work clothes, looking tired. He saw you at the front desk and quickly walked over to you.

"H-hi," he said, awkwardly, clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, Percy," you responded, elated to see him again, "How was the book?" you asked, excited for his feedback.

He took the book out his bag, placing it in front of you, "It was brilliant, the author's writing is rather fluid, and the characters seemed almost as if they were real," he rambled, an awkward smile on his face.

You couldn't help but smile at his compliments to the book. You rarely found anyone who read it, or understood its meaning enough to enjoy it.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, "What did you think of the plot twist?" you asked, looking up at him from behind your desk.

"It was rather unexpected, but I think it made the story all come together," he told you.

You and Percy continued to converse about the book, not watching the time. You thought Percy's takes were riveting, and a whole new perspective to the writing. Soon enough the library was closing and your conversation had to be cut short.

"This was great, but I have to close up," you said, standing up from behind your desk, "Maybe I'll see you another time?" you asked, hopeful he would say yes.

Percy froze for a moment, gathering confidence to ask his next words, "If you're not busy after closing, we could maybe grab a drink, and talk about the book more," he offered, before adding, "But only if you want to."

You considered it for a moment before nodding your head, "I would love to," you accepted, flustered by him.

You'd grown fond of the ginger boy you hadn't known for long. But you planned to be around him more to know him better than before. 

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[wyervan]

helllooo!!! here to say happy holidays to you (and the slasher boys i will send them a truck full of presents as soon as im not broke) and also i absolutely adore your art sm <3 (also perchance be on the look out for a little oc for your slasher au because im so obsessed with them) anyways!! sending good vibes to youuuu have a wonderful day/night :3

Me watching you like this

Excited to see who will be joining the team~~~Your colors are mcfrickin *spunky* 😜

If you think that Sun and Moon haven’t been too naughty for Christmas presents…. Sun loves coffee mugs with god-awful puns and Moon is in desperate need of socks. All of his have holes in them and it drives Sun absolutely batty.