#HIM BEING SHY I AM GOING TO PUNCH MY WALL

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Hey Emily! Hope your road trip is going well and you're travelling safely 💞

For the prompts you posted, could I please ask for “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” with Jeonghan? I've been in severe Jeonghan brainrot lol so, I thought reading about him would help keep me from impulsively writing about him myself instead.

omg hi RJ! we had a safe trip to dc and now we’re on the way to nyc! you absolutely can, jeonghan has also on my mind lately and im so happy to write him for you 💖 lowkey u should write him too tho

“You wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? No funny business, I just really don’t want today to end.”

Jeonghan is… nervous. Nervous out of his mind. It’s only the second date, he knows he shouldn’t be asking you this, but he’s just not ready for his time with you to be over.

He started his day by calling you to confirm the date (and he also might have wanted to hear your voice). He spent most of the morning thinking about you, and when he rolled up to your place and spotted you waving excitedly at him on the sidewalk, he finally felt like he could breathe.

He’s breathless now waiting to hear your answer, but he can see you mulling it over and doesn’t want to pressure you.

Soon enough, you give him a sweet smile and say, “I will if you let me use your skincare and your biggest t-shirt.”

“Deal,” He agrees with an easy grin before offering you his hand and helping you into his car. He’s already got the shirt picked out in his mind and thankfully, he washed his sheets yesterday so they’re all fresh and clean for you.

He wasn’t expecting anything more than a date tonight, and he’s elated you’re up for a sleepover too.

It isn’t until he’s pulling into his spot in the parking garage that he realizes this means he’ll get to sleep next to you, and wake up with you, and maybe make you breakfast and give you a kiss tasting of coffee and syrup, and maybe he’ll just go ahead and fall in love with you too.

He’s already halfway there, anyway. What’s a little further?

You chat about what movie to watch as he leads you down the hallway, Jeonghan proposing the Lego trilogy and you countering with your own favorites. You settle on a few episodes of the new drama you’ve both been wanting to see, and his hand only shakes a little as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

He hopes you like his place; though it’s a bit small and disorganized, it feels like him and he’s proud of the space he’s managed to create. You seem like you do like it, immediately moving to his Lego display case with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Chuckling to himself, Jeonghan follows you to the plexiglass and begins to point out sets he thinks you’ll recognize. It makes for a simple ice breaker and he watches you grow more and more comfortable as the conversation flows.

It flows right over to the couch, where you wrap him up in a tale of the last time you tried to do a lego set. Apparently, your cat ate approximately fifteen pieces while you were making tea and had to go to the emergency vet. He doesn’t blame you for not wanting to attempt another after such an ordeal, though he wonders if you’d ever like to build one with him.

He’s about to ask when you remind him of the plan.

“Can I have that t-shirt? I wanna get out of these jeans, they’re the worst,” you request, grimacing and plucking at the denim.

“Yes!” He jumps up, taking your hand and tugging you up from the couch. You let out a small sound of surprise, following him on light feet to his bedroom.

Jeonghan feels a little shy as you take in his messy bed and clothes-covered chair but he tries not to show it, immediately moving to his dresser to dig out the biggest shirt he owns.

It’s plain, old, and a bit worn out, but it’s the comfiest thing in this apartment and he’s ecstatic to hand it over to you.

He points you to the bathroom, taking the time to change into his own pajamas and pretending his heart doesn’t skip in his chest when you reappear.

You tug at the hem of the shirt, though it rests about midway on your thighs, and he forces his eyes away from your legs and onto your face.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs, offering you a hand and leading you back into the bathroom.

“Here’s my cleansing balm, and I have a few options for serums. Oh, and here’s my moisturizer.”

It’s all lined up neatly on the quartz of his counter and he watches as you pick up one of his proffered serums with a gleeful look on your face.

“You have the expensive vitamin C,” you breathe, gazing at him with wonder.

“Yeah,” he grins. “Seungkwan is an influencer and he gets a lot of PR, so he gives me his castoffs.”

“What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”

“Like a dream, if I’m being honest.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him and he bumps his hip against yours, his cheeks aching with the width of his smile.

He loves this already, feeling so domestic with you, and he’s halfway into hatching a plan to ask you to move in with him when you set the serum down and pick up the cleansing balm.

You set to work, massaging your face with clear concentration in your eyes, and Jeonghan decides to join you.

Watching and giggling at each other in the bathroom mirror, you scrub your faces clean side by side. This feels familiar to him, like it’s something he’s been doing with you for years, like it’s something he’ll be doing with you for years to come.

He’s lucky you’re busy rinsing away the balm while he comes to the realization that he might be a bit more than halfway in love with you.

It’s not ideal, especially because he’s not sure where you stand, but it is kind of exciting.

He’s never been in love before, but that has to be what this is. This comfort, this contentment, this fondness, this passion.

There’s no other explanation as to why he’s riveted watching you pat serums into your skin, why his heart is racing at the sight of you in his shirt, why he’s never been more excited to crawl into bed before.

It’s all because of you, because you’re here with him.

He only becomes more sure when you both decide to forgo the drama and just go straight to bed, curling up on your sides facing each other under the shared covers.

You talk for hours, until your eyes are falling closed and your words are mere whispers, and just before he succumbs to sleep, he sends a wish out into the universe that every single date he has with you ends like this.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver.

reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

note: i haven't made a fic rec list since i was a teen lol. i'm gonna try do 13 recs per list (cuz that's how many members are in seventeen :3) i've added my mini thoughts and i'm going to add lil song recs too!! these lists are partially for me to look back on too :d

✩ yoon jeonghan ✩

❥ jeonghan boyfriends habits - @odxrilove

*sobs in cute lil domestic actions* shut up i LOVE having my hair played with and attention on me and physical touch that isn't necessarily affection and yapping and being playful ahhh

❥ bf!jeonghan headcanons - @etherealyoungk

this is exactllyyyy the kind of s/o i want raaaaaaaaaaaa. teasing, playful, sweetheart, pouty, mature and a listener. this made me smile soooo much

✩ hong joshua ✩

❥ joshua boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service* mORE hair touching??? are you trying to speak to my heart😭 shua really said "my handbag is your waist" (just one day by bts reference) with that last one*

❥ bf!joshua scenarios - @etherealyoungk

*punches wall in chef shua making reader breakfast* he's just such a sweetieeee. the intentional quality time is something i can sooo see him doing

✩ lee chan/dino ✩

❥ dino boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service pt.2* as a shy person, i love when my friends order for me (or when there's a qr code lol) i think i'd pass out if someone pulled me by the loop of my jeans kjfdbdfb

✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩

❥ seventeen as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno

super cute, lengthy and detailed for all members! i was swooning and giggling over each of them hehe~

jeonghan's bits of physical affection coupled with noise effects highkey make my heart soar idk whyyy

shua being a gentleman but bro i'll be one right back at you >:)) skincare nights??? as a skincare girly i would loveeee that ahhh

hAND HOLDING WITH CHANNIE GRRR. i love when people listen to me yap (my friend listened to me yap about svt today haha). i agree with that last bit about chan giving confidence and reassurance. he already does that for me as a fan, so it would be amplified by 990211x~

❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol

hannie was such a little shit. of cOURSE he'd be dramatic and do a 180 on the situation so reader is being pranked

shua's reaction was so hot. it was a mature approach to the situation and my brain started barking kjgbkfa

chan's killed me. this poor kid is trying his best jgfdkb

additionally, hoshi and jihoon's made me tear up a bit :,) they're so precious to me

❥ sharing the bed with seventeen - @emocheol

jeonghan. let. me. spoon. you >:((( (i just wanna cuddle him)

cackled at the absurdity of joshua's with full acknowledgement that him reading to me would make me fall asleep lmao

oh no...dino...we'd both kick each other off the bed

❥ matchy-matchy with seventeen - @lovingseventeen

wanna play with jeonghan's hair so baddd. i used to do my and my friend's hair so much as a kid

i don't really wear rings, BUT FOR SHUA I CAN TRY!! (kinda want a ring like svt does in honour of them?! idk tho)

chan and i are gonna pull up in comfy matching set fits yeahhhh

❥ you ask to leave lipstick stains on their face - @gi4hao

getting lipstick stains back from hannie?? fuck yeahhh

flirty shua *blushes and kicks blanket*

damn, dino sounds like he's in heavennnn (he's soooo down bad lmao)

❥ things they left with you before leaving for tour - @seuonji

jeonghan being thorough and specific and intentional with his shirt choices

joshie writing letters arghhhhh. as someone who loves to write letters to friends (via text or on physical cards) this really speaks to my heart

channie's is sooo fucking thoughtful and i freaking love snacks and quality time at a distance is difficult so i love this ahhh

❥ svt when they’re clingy - @gyuslcve

jeonghan's AHHH. how am i supposed to say no to himmm🥺🥺

shua...hE'S SO SOFTTTT HNGHHGHG. back hugs are so niceee ahhh

spooning? forehead kisses? hand holding?!!?! with dino?!?! yess pls :,)

❥ hyper/calm dynamics - @cxffecoupx

calm reader, calm jeonghan. low energy us just chillingg

all of the above reader & shua. fuck yeah. i tend to adapt my energy to the situation, so chaos can unleash whenever heh :3

hyper reader, calm chan. i will look at him with equal parts embarrassment and endearment haha

additionally: i would hype the shit out of hoshi. no one would never handle us grrrrr ఇ◝‿◜ఇ

mini message from me: thank you for reading!! stay cool or warm wherever you're at!! take care of yourselves and treat yourselves to something yummyyyy~ ς(.>‿<)

ames' song recs: serendipity by bts (jimin), heaven by rm, same dream same mind same night by seventeen (vocal unit), yes or no by jungkook & our summer by txt

taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))

[itsallmouthwashing]

Salt and Mouthwash- Band AU

welcome to Angst World, I am the mascot, here is some angsty jimcurl from my band AU MUAH [(I am projecting :)] [(this time they're emo barbies :)] [(a.k.a Jimmy is in platforms and they're in a scream rock band the silly picture is cute)]

Here’s the full scene from one of my bullet points here. Feel free to read up if you want to understand more context! Anya is OOC, please forgive me. She has different reasons to be timid around Jimmy (you’ll find out why in a bit), and I def imagine her being more outspoken at this point in her life.

This is Part One of Two (I'll update post with part 2 when I post it) and part two is gonna be,,,,,, smut :)

Reblogs are appreciated :) Please enjoy

CW: parent death

_____P--L--E--A--S--E----E--N--J--O--Y_____

“I’m leaving, Curly.”

“Come on, Anya! He’s-”

“Turning us into punching bags! Is that what you were going to say? Cause it should have been!” Her hands fly to her face and push her hair back with a huff that rattles the room.

My hands won’t stay still at my side. The sickness turns in my chest like a witch’s brew and I’m cursed to remain on this bridge with my feet in cement. 

She sighs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling. These are my feelings and they’re not for you to bear for me.”

I try to take a deep breath. “It’s alri-”

“Is what I would say if I was JIMMY!” 

Her shrill voice echoes through the garage. It’s all so empty except for the equipment we’ve been storing here. Daisuke’s drum set sits alone on the back wall, my and Jimmy’s guitars laying on the adjacent and Anya’s bass slung on her back. She’s going to fucking kill me with it if I’m not careful.

“You-”

“Say something that isn’t ‘you have to understand,’ Curly. I’m begging you! Say something in my defense for once!”

Silent is all I can be. I wouldn't be able to hear through the blood in my ears. 

The space between me and the floor is infinite. 

Gravity hits me now, draining it all from my body a gallon at a time. “I’ll talk to him,” someone says. “Please, Anya. Let me talk to him.” 

We float in silence. I don’t feel her eyes on me. I feel eyes looking at myself looking at her looking down at her feet, hearing someone trying to steady their breathing so they don’t drown. It’s me, I think.

“Fine,” she says as she brushes past me. She pauses in the doorway, her hand gripping the wood so tight it might splinter under her rage. “But if I’m made to feel lesser again, I'll walk.”

She storms out of the garage, making sure the door doesn’t slam behind her and doing the same when she flees out the front.

I hear it all happen at once. The times where Jimmy screamed at her for playing a note wrong one too many times. Or thinking her criticism is some sort of snide comment. 

The sound of his walls reaching up through the ground is deafening every time. The sound of the door slamming behind him doesn't even compare. 

Daisuke looks at me, holding back tears and failing when he looks away. Anya follows Jimmy out of the door, but I hear her stomp up the stairs while the front door shakes the house. Each time, I try to say something. Each time, I am silenced. Each time, I leave to find Jimmy. Each time, we cry. Each time, the talking never comes. 

The red-soaked concrete stares back at me, and I, it. I think I’m jealous. If only it could feel the anguish I do. If only I didn't feel the weight of the people that walk all over me.

Footprints form in the thin membrane left over from my fluids returning to me in one fell swoop. One step at a time to the front door. And I follow, one step at a time, to the front door. They lead me to a knock, steady and shy.

I pray it’s Anya. Nothing leaves me sore more than a conversation left on bad terms. I need to make her understand, I need to-

-Take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth, slow and steady. 

And rip off the band-aid. 

“An-”

It’s hazel eyes instead of cool blue. Greasy brown hair instead of blow-dried black. Smoking a cigarette left un-ashed for too long. I wish he’d do it on the neighbor’s porch instead of mine. All he has to do is reach over. 

“Uh, what’s up Curls? You forget about our lesson?”

“Jimmy! Aha… Yes, I did. I’m really sorry.”

He sucks in a deep drag from his cigarette, breathes it out like dragonsbreath. 

“It’s fine,” he says through the smoke. “I was really looking forward to this one too-”

“Jim, I didn't say I wasn't available.”

“Oh,” he says, finally ashing his cigarette. Only half of it falls to the neighbor’s side as he notices me eyeing it, suddenly remembering my countless requests to ash it literally anywhere else. He snubs it on the concrete slab that serves as my porch.

“May I?”

He sniffles and moves past me to come inside, takes his shoes off and places them off to the side. I take one last look around my block for Anya, but her car is already gone. I think the sun’s gone down a little too.

“Let's set up in your room this time. It has the most furniture so there’s less space for the sound to escape.”

“Right, good idea,” I say from the top of the stairs. He stumbles up behind me, tripping on the carpet.

I need to pull it together. This is serious. 

“Actually, before we start. I really need to talk to you." I choke out as I sit down on my bed beside him. 

Jimmy almost goes rigid. He tries to hide his left hand as it grips my sheets. 

“Uh, okay. Shoot, Curls.”

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. “It’s about your behavior recently.”

“My God, not this shit again-”

“Jimmy, I’m being serious right now.”

“So am I! Do you know how much pain I’m in every single day?” He shoots up from the mattress, towering over me on platforms that he clearly doesn't know how to walk in. The tag is still on the left shoe. “I know what they’re thinking… How could he be this torn apart over two people he didn’t even love? Didn’t even love him? What are the tears for when it’s two sociopaths who went on to raise a sociopath of their own?” His hand claws at his chest, pulling his shirt from his neck like it could choke him if it came any closer. 

“I know what they did to me. I know what they think I should be feeling. They say they understand but they dont- No one could ever-” His hands push locks of hair out of his face like they’re the hands of hell come to drag him below. He’s trying to steady his breathing. “I know what I would be thinking,” he scoffs. “You should be relieved, overjoyed, even. You should be celebrating… Ding dong, the bitch is dead, right?” His eyes fall to the carpet again, counting the fibers like he needs to know exactly how many pieces he needs to break into. 

“So why do I miss them?” He chokes out. 

To anyone else it would be unintelligible; just sopping wet words coming through a pinhole of vulnerability. They’re cut and bruised by the time they finish their journey to me, the oxygen we breathe like salt and mouthwash, but I hear them all the same.  

“Why do I miss my mommy and daddy so bad?”

We’re shaking. His knees are about to buckle and my stomach is on an endless roller coaster into the abyss. We’re standing on the edge of a bridge and I’m begging God for a chisel.

I stand despite the gelatin that’s become the air around us. He’s heaving as he scans the floor, his eyes doing suicides between the decisions of ripping his jacket off or hiding inside of it. My hands steady on his shoulders.

“Jimmy.”

 He doesn’t look up, but he pauses his decision making for a brief moment. He’s listening. “Deep breaths. Listen to me.”

He closes his mouth to keep his breathing through the nose, but he doesn't slow down. I lean into his vision, forcing him to look at me when I stand between him and his endless options on the floor. His eyes are bloodshot- either from the pot he smokes in his car before coming over or this outburst- and he blinks twice to move along a tear stuck in his eyes. I squeeze his shoulders gently.

“…I feel it too, Jimmy. All of this,” I glance between his misty hazel eyes. He can't help but count them all, I think he mutters a number around one thousand. I need to start over. 

“It’s not wrong to feel this way, Jimmy.” 

He doesn't stop. He doesn't pause. He’s waiting to hear what I have to say. If it’s even worth stopping for. 

If he’s worth stopping for.

“You’re allowed to miss your parents, Jim.”

That does it. I think he goes through all six stages of rigor mortis at once before his muscles spasm up to me. But it all shuts down again. He’s back to staring at the carpet, but his eyes are still.

“You’re allowed to hate them at the same time. You can miss your parents while hating the people that hurt you. You can grieve the knife even after it stabs you.”

“... You’re crying.”

I’m fucking crying. My parents are fine and my best friend is shaking and I’m crying. 

“I feel it all, Jimmy,” I say in a deep, desperate moment to stay truthful. I can't sully any part of this with a lie. I won't brush it off. I won't shove it down. 

“We’ve been together through it all. Everything you see, I see. Everything you feel, I feel.” Scared. I’ve been so scared.

“Every moment, I am a part of you. I can't help but see the things that make you coil up inside. I can’t help but feel it all.” It’s so deep and aching, the pain. Everything is kept in a tiny bottle labeled ‘Fuck This’ and I’m swallowing it over and over again. “You have no idea how it feels to see your best friend suffer every day and not come to you for help.”

Thick and heavy tears wipe the dirt from my face. I don’t want to look away because he’s staring at me like I’m bringing him salvation in the middle of a hurricane. 

“Let me help you, Jimmy.” I hold him a little tighter. “Please…” I don’t mean to, but I bring him closer. 

His head finds its place in my shoulder, his hands to my back, and my hands to his head. He presses me into his face in an attempt to muffle his screeching sobs and I press him into me.

“It’ll be alright, Jim,” I mumble into his hair. “I’m here for you.”

His hair is greasier than I thought as I comb my hand through it. Maybe a hot shower will help him feel better after a cry.

“But, hey-” He sniffles as he looks up at me. He’s listening. Really listening. “Come to me before you lash out on our friends, okay? I know you’re hurting, but we all want to help you. Anya and Dai dont deserve the way you’ve treated them these past few months.” I wipe his tears with my thumbs.

“Curly, you know- with the whole-”

“Jimmy, no one understands you more than me. But I also know other people better than you.”

He turns his face in my shoulder, hiding only half as he mumbles into my shirt, “That’s mean, Curls.” 

“My point is- You need to apologize to your friends.”

He’s silent for a moment. A while. He stares into my shirt and holds my shoulder with both hands like the floor is about to fall out from under him.

“I guess… I have been a little bit of a dick,” he mumbles after a while.

I chuckle and rub his back. “A lotta bit, yeah.”

“Hey!”

“Hurt people hurt people, James. Us of all people know this.”

He nods and digs his fingers into my shoulders, now overwhelmed with hearing his government come from me of all people. I let him cry until he stops shaking and hold him up as his legs finally give out from under him. 

Remnants of his sobs ripple through him as I scoop him up from the floor and lay him down on my bed. 

“Let’s worry about the lesson another time, okay?”

He lets out a sort of hum that I think could be acknowledgment, but there’s an equal chance he’s fallen asleep and started his god-awful snoring. My body leans forward, resting on my elbows as I press a kiss to his hair. I pull away and pray it’s the latter, closing the door to take a hot shower before he wakes up. 

[daughterofapollo-official]

Minors don’t read this one!!!!

Do you guys ever think about how the sons of Gods use those special abilities to do perverted things?

Sons of Hephaestus…

They can literally make their own sex toys. Think about that. They can invent, design, and build their own toys.

For themselves or their partner’s.

Like, Leo Valdez can straight up just make you a vibrator.

Imagine making out with him in the woods or by the lake and he takes out this vibrator from his belt he made specifically for you.

Or if you’re a gay, imagine dating Jake Mason. He could make you a cock ring.

Hell knowing how quick children of Hephaestus are they could make that within the span of one day to the other.

You could get a personal homemade sex toy as a birthday gift.

Sons of Hermes…

So we know that Hermes is the god of lesser beings, such as criminals and thieves, and I assure you perverts.

And it is no secret that his children in cabin 12 carry-on that legacy and have qualities that are not usually encouraged.

This one is awkward to say, but it’s very convincing in my mind. I am 100% sure that sons of Hermes will steal your fucking underwear.

If you are a Connor Stoll simp, just know that boy— if he likes you back, has snuck into your cabin, Stoll your lacy sexiest panties and smelled them.

Stole them.

Licked them.

And rubbed them up against his cock and jerked off with them.

Then washed the cum stain out of them and suck back into your cabin and put them back.

The next time he saw you in a bikini, it reminded him of your panties and he got soooo fucking hard. So fucking hard.

He tried to ignore it, tried not to touch it. Tried to hide it.

But then you walked up to him, you smiled, and he saw your boobs, wet and dripping in your bikini top, the way the jiggled when you took each step.

And that’s when he walked into the woods and jerked off so fucking hard.

He then stole that pair of bikini bottoms.

Using them felt so good he sobbed.

Sons of Aries…

If you’re the type of to enjoy rough sex, get yourself a son of Aries. They are extremely jealous, very possessive, can be kind of controlling depending on who and have anger issues.

But to be very clear, they thrive. In hate-fucking. Or post fight sex, make up sex.

They are likely to have a crush on their rival. The best situation for them to be sexually attracted to you would be enemies to lovers. Love and war.

And they can be surprisingly, very romantic, but let’s be clear if you annoy them if you flirt by fighting with them or teasing them or challenging their pride or trying to compete with them in a sport or weaponry that they are advanced in you will have them on their knees!!!! (Mentally) physically they’ll just huff

If you beat them in a race, they will watch the way your ass bounces as you run in front of them…

They might even get a little distracted by it and at first, it would be a little angry, blow a puff of air, as if that will make them feel any less pissed that they didn’t win.

The go cool off in a separate room yell maybe punch a wall.

Then he’ll go back to meet you and congratulate you for winning and if you’re alone, he he will shake your hand and then pull you towards him and kiss you if you reciprocate he will 100% fuck you against the wall.

Sons of Athena…

So I have a head cannon that since Athena is a maiden goddess, and these children are designed from her brain, I feel like she “gave” them all the intelligence they’ll need in all the areas still need for any reason at all except for sex.

They’re very innocent and shy at first

And they are very insecure because this is the only area that they don’t know everything about this is the only area that you’re actually going to be smarter than them in.

Sex.

So to make up for this, they will watch a lot of porn. Read a lot of erotica and fanfiction ask friends shamelessly. They will do research. They will have a whole notebook dedicated to studying the art of sex.

And then when they do fuck you, they will pay attention every single thing and then calculate how to fuck you more efficiently the next time and this will go on every single time so every time a son of Athena has sex that they are getting better at it through trial and error and literal research.



Sons of Poseidon

If you’re a fucking a son of Poseidon, they never need lube.

Like I don’t know how else to explain that they just don’t fucking need lube. Somehow you’re always like 90% wetter with a son of Poseidon that you just don’t need lube.

Sons of Hercules

Sons of Hercules are basically the biggest gym bro, gym rat you can ever imagine.

Being in sexual relationship with them is it like dating the most arrogant motherfucker you know.

Every time they takeoff their shirt, they touch their own muscles and moan.

Just encourage them just complement their body is all it takes to get them to notice you honestly…

But where there divine skills come in handy is the fact that these motherfuckers are the strongest Demi gods, they will pick you up and carry fuck you, bro.

Most of the time you guys have sex, he’s standing up and holding you or you were barely leaning against the wall or against a desk that you’ve never had sex in a bed if you’re dating a son of Hercules.

Sons of Apollo

Apollo is the god of music, truth, medicine, prophecy, plague in all other forms of art, especially written art.

Because of this children of Apollo have a tendency to just trying so hard to just completely verbally shut down when they’re horny because they will 100% embarrass themselves by saying exactly what they’re thinking. Don’t ask them questions cause if you talk to them, they’re going to respond the first thing that they’re gonna say is:

“I really want to go down on you.”

“What?”

“Nothing!!!”

But again, they have beautiful voices so when they moan it literally sounds like a song it’s the most most beautiful arousing sound you will ever hear in your entire life.

Tell me if you guys want another part with other Cabins!!! Those are all I can think of rn…

[archiveoftara]

Sober

In the midst of the cold night, You swung an arm on your shoulder while Lucy took the other one. George was at the back, paying the bartender.

"I can hold my liquor jusssst fine, '' a drunk Lockwood yelled.

"Sorry about that." You apologise to the people in the pub.

An hour ago, you received a call from a certain Fittes agent. It was Quill Kipps, your friend from Fittes and Lockwood's enemy (his words, not yours).

"I feel weird-" before Lockwood could finish his sentence, he threw up.

"That's my new shoes, Jesus Lockwood"

............................................................................

So, here you are, holding a very drunk and heavy Lockwood, outside the pub. You huffed while waiting for Lucy who went to fetch a cab and also to avoid babysitting drunk Lockwood.

"What were you guys even up to?" You looked at the blonde guy.

"Just a friendly game." He avoids your eyes.

"It was a bet Kipps. You told me I can't handle my liquor and I said bring it on. In your face sucker. I am super fine." Lockwood yells. You gave a look to both the lads.

But you were glad that he was under Kipps watch. He was safe. That's all that matters to you.

"Okay. I did say that but I was joking I didn't know he was gonna take it seriously."

"Kipps you know how competitive he gets." You sighed. "But thank you for taking care of him. I owe you mate."

Kipps shrugged and gave you a hug before making his way home.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?" His voice trailed.

Your breath hitched. To your relief Lucy comes up with the cab, just in time. The whole party went home.

Lockwood chatted the whole ride. It took every ounce of your strength to not punch him in the face. You thank the lord when the cab reaches home.

You and George helped him to his room where George practically threw him on the bed. George excused himself which leaves you and Lockwood alone.

You slowly start to take off his shoes and pull the blanket to tuck him in when he holds your hand.

"I like the way your hands fit in mine." He pulls you in his arms. "And you're so prettyyyy and your cheeks are so soft" he whines while squishing your face.

"Lockwood, you're really drunk. Go to bed." You blush.

"Nooo, y/n promise me you won't hate me." He raised his pinky finger.

"Okay I promise." You pinky promised him like a kid.

"The day you stepped into this house I knew I had to keep my distance from you."

You frowned.

"Listen carefully, you. Ms. Y/n y/l/n broke every single wall I made, brick by brick you broke it. I am not capable of love. All the people I've loved have left me. I didn't want to go through the same pain again. I built a wall to protect my heart but you shined through it. You told me once, it's a small life we should not waste it. So I'm taking your advice."

He clear his throat

"Y/n y/l/n, I am in love with you. I am deeply, madly in love with you." His face was red.

You froze for a moment, you were in love with him for a long time but you were too shy to ask him out but instead of being happy, you felt a rage inside you.

"Real sweet but I wish you were sober. Sleep, you need rest." With that you left his room.

That night you couldn't sleep. His words were ringing in your head. It felt like a stab in your heart. His drunk confession didn't hold any meaning to you.

..............................................................................

Next morning, the agent woke up with a hangover. He found some medicine with a note beside his bed.

Drink up. - y/n

A soft smile spread across his face as he ascends to the kitchen but to his disappointment it was empty. In fact, the whole house was empty.

Where did everyone go?

The click of the door brought his attention, he saw the girl of his dream standing in front of the kitchen

"Oh you're awake." You said in a dry tone.

Lockwood's smile falters a bit but he doesn't get it into his head.

"Thanks for the medicine." He whispered.

"Have this. You must be hungry." You gently gave him some breakfast before making your way out of the kitchen when you heard him call your name.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes." You avoid his eyes.

"Did I..do something wrong?"

You replied with a no, still refusing to look at him. "I have to go, I'll see you later" you hastily left, leaving a confused Lockwood.

It was at the evening, when Lockwood couldn't take the silent treatment anymore and barged into your room (his words, not mine), he knocked at your door, softly and patiently waited for you.

"Come in" a soft voice answered.

He saw you scribbling on your journal. When his eyes met yours you quickly shut your journal and straighten up.

"Hi" you replied in high pitched voice.

"I wanted to ask you something." He built up his courage before spilling all his feelings.

"Are you alright? Because I got a glimpse of last night and all I remember is I puked on your new shoes. I'm so sorry y/n, I will make it up to you I promise-"

"Lockwood, I'm afraid you did lot more than puking on my shoes." His eyes widened and he thinks hard about the events that took place last night.

After a moment of silence you sigh "Last night you said something which I didn't expect. You said you love me and you tried to keep your distance from me. I'm sorry for breaking your walls."

"I wish you were honest. Your drunk confession felt like a joke to my feelings."

Lockwood carefully takes your hand "It wasn't a joke y/n. I genuinely love you. I planned to tell you in a much more civil and nicer way but.. anyways, the point is I love you y/n y/l/n, and it would be an honour to be loved by you."

You broke into a light chuckle before saying yes. He lightly caresses your cheeks, asking for your consent (CUZ CONSENT IS SEXY BABY) before leaning for a kiss. With feather light touch and tender kisses, you both got lost into each other's company.

"FINALLY"

A voice came behind you, startling you both in the process. George and Lucy came out of nowhere.

"Were you guys listening to us the whole time?" Lockwood raised his eyebrows.

"You guys finally did it. George owes me 20 pounds." Lucy ignores the question, while George hands her a fresh note.

"I can't believe this." You pointed at your friends who made a bet on you guys.

"And I still can't believe you're my girlfriend." You blushed at him.

"Thanks for puking on my leg Lockwood, it was romantic." You made fun of the situation.

"Oh god."

But it was safe to say you both were secretly glad of him getting drunk.

*Bonus*

You: no more drinking games for you.

Lockwood: yes ma'am. 🫡

Hello, I'm back from the pits of hell. What did I miss? I had this story sitting on my Google doc for a long time and I thought to finish it and post it before I look at it for too long and burn it. Hopefully you like it!! Do let me know in the comments. Xoxo

[spideronthesun]

OC Deep Dive

Thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites ! (here)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs

Passing the torch over to @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @illarian-rambling

I did a lot of editing today, so I am going to put myself in Adamas' shoes. I worked the most on the chapters featuring him. Putting my answers under read more.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Drowning. It is not as if he is scared of water, but he doesn't go near it unless he is with someone else. He had an accident when he was younger, and he was never able to face it properly. He still doesn't know how to swim to this day.

Do they have any pet peeves?

No, in fact he's incredibly patient. He doesn't care if someone chews very loudly in front of him, or talks to him when he's studying. He will even give people a second chance when they mess up. And he won't hold it against them. Meanwhile, his brothers are full of pet peeves. Robertas dislikes it when someone plays music on a loud speaker instead of using headphones, Edvardas hates it when people talk shit about other people behind their backs, Nikolas doesn't like it when someone touches them, Danielius loathes being interrupted.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

You're definitely going to find posters on his wall, journals and notebooks on his nightstand, as well as a bottle of cold water every night.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their shoes. He sometimes struggles making eye contact when he's nervous. Please don't hold it against him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

4 to 5? It really depends. Burning his tongue with hot water or scalding his hand won't probably bother him that much. He will hardly notice that it even happened. But being punched does phase him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Much to his surprise, he gets into fight mode. But he does hate confrontation and would rather not fight anyone. He hates it when someone in front of him starts fighting. Makes him nervous. But he will also defend those he cares about.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Both. He comes from a big family, as he has got four brothers, and he is the second youngest in the family. But he's also a family person. He's used to people coming and going in his life, but he will always welcome at the doorstep even if they decide to show up like five years later after not speaking.

What animal represents them best?

Bear. He also gives great hugs!

What is a smell that they dislike?

Alcohol. He's just not a big fan of anyone drinking in front of him. It makes him anxious. And he will probably end up spilling the drink behind your back.

Have they broken any bones?

Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Shy, silent, a little bit awkward, usually keeps to himself.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl. He doesn't even notice that he has stayed up until the sun starts coming out and he hears footsteps of someone getting ready to work behind the closed door.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Love - chocolate, because who doesn't love chocolate?

Hate - tomatoes.

Do they have any hobbies?

He likes to read and write in his own time. In fact, he's a journalist, so he has a very inquisitive nature about him, and he likes to work on his articles. He likes learning about the people no matter how weird they might appear to the outer world. He feels like he always learns something new from the people he interviews.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Happily! While he doesn't like surprises very much, Adamas is still very receptive to them, and he's more than happy to celebrate his birthday with his loved ones. He knows that a lot of thought went into preparations.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only bracelets. And a necklace his best friend gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Adamas has a neat handwriting. The messiest handwriting in the family belongs to Edvardas after all. No one can ever decipher what he wrote. Not even him.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Peace and curiosity.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Uh... knits? He likes sweater season.

What kind of accent do they have?

He has aukštaitiškas accent, as he grew up in the north-east side of Lithuania.

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay�� But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[suosgirl]

*whispers in your ear to continue the conditioning* Saaaaakura

omg hi my sweet anon!! ♡ okay this has been stewing in my head for a couple of days now so let's talk about it – (aka selfship time HAHA)

♡ sakura is an aries, and i'm a leo = fire + fire = hot af = hot. af.

♡ no bc i genuinely feel like the 1st time i meet him, i'd take everything he says to me so personally and i'd probably think he's so mean and it wouldn't be until maybe our 2nd or 3rd meeting that i'd realize that's it not me, it's just what he's experienced in life and the trauma he's faced

♡ BUT ONCE I FIGURE THIS OUT? oh. it's over.

♡ i'd start going out of my way to do nice things for him + asking him questions and getting to know him beyond his exterior + i'd actually really grow to like him genuinely

♡ like i imagine buying lil things for him bc they reminded me of him or him mentioning that he likes something so i just pick it up on my way to meet him

♡ u know im starting to realize that gift giving might've gone up in my love language list

♡ BUT ALSO! i am so blushy too and i am, in fact, a giggler so when ppl flirt with me i literally have like hearts in my eyes and i need to look away

♡ what does that make us? 2 lovesick fools!!!!

♡ i definitely feel like our relationship would be such a slowburn bc he wouldn't know how to even approach the topic and i would be far too shy to try and take initiative

♡ but once we start dating? oh, that's a whole different subject

♡ i'd be such a menace honestly

♡ like once we've reached a certain point in our relationship, I'm kissing him on the cheek and running away bc it's so funny or running my hand up and down his arm so that he gets shy

♡ or pressing my chest up against his back when i give him a hug from behind

♡ love the idea of us just starting off with kissing the corners of each others lips first bc it's less overwhelming, but one day, sakura just moves his head real quick when i lean in and suddenly we're kissing ugh

♡ i also love the idea of being a lot of his firsts bc when i love, i love hard and i'd be so patient w everything and explaining things and showing him the different types of love languages and all of that

♡ and i'd want to understand him more and what i can do to make him feel loved and understood and appreciated

♡ and i am a sucker (A SUCKER) for the cliche of a tough ass looking partner having the sweetest softest lil patch of vulnerability for their s/o

♡ dating sakura would literally be me saying "this isn't you" when he wants to punch a wall due to the smallest inconvenience

♡ but im gonna be so real - i am the friend that nags and scolds when my other friends are being mean to each other

♡ so like i imagine sakura literally abt to say something to sugishita and me giving him the look and he starts getting all fussy and grumbling about how this is so unfair

♡ and now thinking about it - i think everyone would take that opportunity of me being around to tease him mercilessly

♡ but!! if it goes too far I'm definitely saying something like "okay, you're being mean now."

♡ and also!! i am a sucker for height differences and I'm 5'2 and he's 5'6 so i KNOW that when i piss him off he's the type to hold it above my head until i apologize

♡ and he'd say something so annoying like "you're the one who taught me to communicate my feelings. you should apologize for hurting them."

♡ a double-edged sword, that one

[milflewis]

Niamh, HG AU, I so desperately want everyone's backstory here. The Michael and Lewis bit is honestly what completely did it for me, punched me in the gut. God. And then -- Mick!!! Hello! Sobbing

Let's start with Seb being a mentor tho bc...yes. He would be and the hope, the emotional investment... I can't bear it, actually. With Lewis, the clients...skin crawling, also, the trident, the secrets instead of money....you're not planning on giving him the same ending as Finnick, right, because, don't.

Sewis tho, how did they happen. What is their story. Also. How did they win their games. And! Does Lewis get reaped again during the Quarter Quell. Am I getting this right. The angst, holy fuck

PIERRE AS KATNISS AND YUKI AS PEETA why is this so PERFECT. The scene with the berries. I haven't seen this scene in years and suddenly I was right back. You're mine now!!??? Help help help. I actually felt like kicking my feet when you wrote Pierre covering a quick grin right after their victory was announced. He's clever!!! Your spin on this scene...I want more of these two right now, I'm obsessed

ok so this got reallllly long lol sorry. i'm just so!!!!!! about this au

at his heart sebastian is a teacher. a mentor. every year he tries and every year he fails. he can never be enough bc no one person is enough to change The Games. he keeps trying anyway.

lewis is. finnick adjacent ahsjdaj. i do Not plan to kill him off lmao dw!!! but i am basing a lot of his story around finnick's. and sewis. ok. think old friends. think an ally where you were once alone. think 'Hamilton has found a friend'.

lewis was fourteen when he was Reaped. fourteen and small and curls down around his ears and skinny ankles. the camera zoomed in on his brother's teary eyes. hamilton had already lost a sister to the games five years ago. he is frowning and quiet and solemn. he speaks very little and chitchat does not come naturally to him. he is a little too wild for comfort. his stylist shaves him near bald and makes his cheeks rosy and tells him to speak as soft as he can. flutter those long lashes. bono, it turns out, is lewis's saving grace bc his mentor, fernando alonso, doesn't look at him after lewis tells him he's washed and old and useless when fernando laughs at lewis saying he's going to win this year. lewis is fourteen and small and the Capitol's Darling when he spears five different tributes in the stomach with a makeshift trident. he has been swimming since he was three. hauling in fishing nets for a little under a decade. those who do not work in district four do not eat. he is the youngest victor ever and michael schumacher tilts his glass at him during the celebrations. he tells lewis to do as they ask, not matter the price. lewis does not listen. his family pays for it.

three years later, sebastian is Reaped, and he's small and fourteen and has small hands and a wide smile. they leave his curls. he laughs and he charms and he plays the demure shy shining golden boy card. sebastian has always been very good at playing this game. he can't stop smiling. he avoids killing until the very end, hiding out and stealing from other tributes. he paints his face and arms and legs and runs through the trees. he kills the last two tributes with his bare hands. michael is his mentor. sebastian does what they ask. he listens.

michael is the one to introduce them, tipsy and grinning and bright eyed. he waits two years until sebastian is sixteen and of age and then leaves. lewis never talks to seb about it. the walls have ears.

it is not until seven years after lewis's games, four years of sebastian talking at lewis, that valtteri bottas is reaped and he's just another face in a series of deaths and he's not even from lewis's district so what does lewis care but valtteri comes up to him in the capitol, a bruise on his cheek, eyes so fucking blue, and says, i want you. lewis laughs in his face, half drunk. your secrets don't interest me. and valtteri rolls his eyes. no. no, i want you to be my mentor. lewis laughs again. no, you don't. valtteri blinks at him, unmoving, hand over the lift's buttons so lewis can't get out. yes, i do. i remember you. in the games. i want you to teach me to do what you do. i need you to. and so lewis does. he helps him and valtteri survives. when sebastian congratulates him, it's the first time he ever sees lewis smile.

they talk more after that. fernando and lewis switch being mentor year to year. sebastian is district twelve's only victor so he never stops. sometimes when they're both in the Capitol, lewis finds sebastian already tucked into lewis's bed in his apartment. he always has lewis's tea, hot and waiting, in a thermos on the kitchen counter. sometimes he washes lewis's hair and body for him after nights when lewis is working.

lewis does get reaped during the quarter quell and he is soooo annoying to pierre who is Furious over this beautiful cocky smiling man. sebastian is the one to hold him when pierre finds out they left yuki behind in the arena but it is lewis who teaches him how to get up in the mornings despite it all.

(there is a coin tucked into the inside of lewis's shoe during the quarter quell. it is the same one sebastian had around his neck during his games. sebastian holds it so tightly it digs an imprint into his palm when he waits for lewis to wake up on their flight to district thirteen.)

pierre is Nothing if not possessive and he has very little people he counts as his own - charles and alex - and now yuki. maybe sebastian. there are his and he is theirs. fuck the rest of them.

[shinmiyovvi]

❗️🌷🧍🏻‍♀️For Gavi!!! This is from the ask meme!

"Oh, hello there Madeline. It is good to see you and I am honored to answer these questions from you. Sadly, Shin is very much busy at the moment but she will try to help me as much as she can... Right?" Looks at Shin across the room which she is contemplating at the moment and is about to go batshit crazy

"Gavi hold me or I will throw something around the room or punch the wall..."

"Please don't do that, I don't want to see you get hurt. Do not worry, I'll give you some hugs later on once I finish answering these three questions."

"Hmmm... Fine..."

"Good, then let's start with number one."

❗️- Quick! Without thinking, tell me your favorite thing about your s/o!

"W-What...? Erm... D-DON'T PRESSURE ME!" Panicking Serbian noises

"Calm down, Gavi. Just go straight to the point."

"A-Alright... My favorite thing about her is she is smart, beautiful, and talented and I love her for it." Quickly blushes and tries to calm himself down.

🌷 - Are you a sweet talker? How do you speak to your s/o when trying to be flirty/romantic?

"Well..."

"Gavi is a huge shy baby. It's quite the opposite pfft."

"мој мали анђео! (My little angel)"

"Hey at least you're trying your hardest so I give you plus points for that."

"You're right. I may not noticed it but it seems whenever I always try to make you smile or try my best to make sure you're okay and calm during your toughest times, you always blush about it."

"Yeah, yeah I get it..." Begins to blush a bit "Uh... Next question, please. And quit giving me those puppy eyes, Gavi. You know how much those green eyes of yours want me to kiss your cute face"

Gavrilo.exe has stopped working

🧍🏽‍♀️- Has your s/o ever done something (purposeful or not) to embarrass you?

"... I think I already made him blush now, heh. But to answer your question, yes. Sometimes I do it on purpose or I do it when he keeps just being a cute big baby to me. Isn't that right, my big cute baby bear?"

"S-Stop it... You're embarrassing me..."

[apple-of-the-earthcreative]

(Same person that sent the ask I just prefer to talk on this blog)

Fucken love all your picks most of them are ones o was interested in being made to join too,

Fatal my Fucken boy being in that situation is so intriguing to me AND I AM NOW GOING TO THINK ABOUT COLOR AND GENO IN THIS FOR THE END OF TIME

fell pap is one that just makes so much sense to me and I’m surprised you don’t really see it depicted in art that much (fics however, I’ve seen a fair few) would be extremely good if in contrast Fell sans is working with Dream as well

H!undyne and horror being there is so interesting to me especially in the aspect of ‘does nm take them from the same au? And if he does is it at the same time? What time does he take them in? How into their stories are they and if they aren’t from the same au what times are they from and what are the differences? Does these things make it easier or harder for them to get along in this situation’

I’m too shy to add all of my other ones but I will add one which is blueberror

Specifically one that before becoming a error was with the star sans’s but hasn’t become integrated into the omega timeline yet

Just imagine the fucken angst of that, blueberror only having the slightest sense of familiarity towards Dream and Ink, he knows it’s possible he was their friend at one point but he doesn’t remember them and even if he was he can’t exactly do anything about it- he doesn’t even know if they’ll accept that he isn’t the person they see him as anymore, Dream apparently doesn’t accept nightmare as who he is now (although that’s debatable but it still nags at his mind)

That and punches wall

People downgrading Blueberror’s abilities to just being cartoon stars instead of HORRIFFIC POWERS OF THE FUCKEN SUN WHICH INCLUDES SOLAR FLARES, RADIATION, GRAVITATIONAL PULL, SUPERNOVAS, POTENTIALLY BLACK HOLES FROM HOW STARS AFTER DYING CAN BECOME A BLACK HOLE

AND THATS JUST THE THINGS I CAN THINK OF

Weird question but I’m just curious

If you could add any character- doesn’t have to be a sans, into the bad sans’s who would you add?

this isn’t really about if it would work with your take on nm but more what character would you find the most interesting to have in that situation

Ngl can’t choose one single character so imma give a few dhhdhdhdhhd

Horror!Undyne, fell Papyrus, Geno, Fatal Error, or Color

Having H!Undyne in the same work space as Horror would be a bit fun I think, they hate each other with a passion, but I think that this might be an experience that they both see eye to eye to, definitely will not make them like each other, but their relationship might develop into something a tiny bit better (either that or become even worse than it already is), it will definitely a humbling experience for Undyne tho, can’t be a queen under the king

Fell Papyrus is still Papyrus at his core despite his edgier look, I think it’ll be fun to see his relationship with MTT, and how it might develop, whether for better or worse, and whether MTT be willing to take a punch or two for him or vice versa, and how he might handle Nightmare considering he’s already in the royal guard

Geno to me is someone who’s pretty much done with life, i don’t think Nightmare would be intimidating to him, regardless of how powerful he is or his otherworldly abilities, or his emotional and mental manipulation, Nightmare cannot break what’s already broken, and he sure as hell will never change Geno’s moral views, it would be fun to see Geno be at odds with Nightmare, and how he might view MTT

Fatal, a highly unstable error with one goal in mind, so the question of how he might take his kidnapping by Nightmare is an interesting one, obviously badly, but how badly? How will he react to his mission being interrupted and even taken away from him? What does an error do when their one purpose is out of reach? What will he do to MTT, considering the fact two of them killed their brothers themselves and one fed human meat to his own? I don’t think Fatal would like any of them at all, and he sure is not going to like Nightmare

Color obviously isn’t fond of hurting people, and that in of itself might cause problems, but I think Color’s existence might end in him getting under Nightmare’s nonexistent skin as time goes on, Color isn’t afraid of speaking his mind and he will call Nightmare’s bullshit out, go out of his way to help MTT where he can, and has enough patience to outlast Nightmare’s games

[mrshipsmcgee]

You and Peter like to role play— you’re always the damsel about to be ravaged, and he’s always the hero who saves you, and it’s his favorite game ever. Until one day you suggest you’d like to see him play the villain instead.

It’s a little surprising to him at first— he’s a bit shy and uncomfortable with the thought of “. “harming” you. But it doesn’t take long for it to be his new favorite fantasy.

Oh….. Ohhhhh. My god. Thank you so much - thank you for this.

tasm!Peter Parker x (fem) Reader

Warnings: SMUT CENTRAL!! ALL ABOARD -

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Peter’s breath was hot on your neck, trailing kisses down your throat as he’s on top of you on the couch - both of you panting as his hands fly under your shirt, grasping at your breasts before you pull away. Peter’s doe eyes stare at you, a mixture of confusion and lust washed over his face as he’s breathless. “Are you okay?”

You nod, looking up into his eyes - his hair messy and big from your fingertips running through it. “I want to play, Pete,” you whisper, trailing your hand up his chiseled chest. “We haven’t played in weeks.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, a warm blush covers his cheeks as he quickly lifts you up from the couch as he stands - allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Who am I saving you from today, my beauty?”

Blushing, you look away from his gaze as he holds you in his arms - “What if I don’t want to be saved? What if I want to see what happens when the bad guy gets to have his way with his damsel?” Peter’s gulp is loud hearing you speak. “What if you were the bad guy?”

He’s quiet as he processes your request. “Okay,” he whispers. “Do you want me to still be Spiderman, but like a bad version?” “Yes, please - Pete. Would you? If you’re uncomfortable we can do our normal hero saving damsel. If you’re uncomfortable we don’t -.”

“No,” he was stern, “I want to see if I have what it takes. I’m curious if I can be a bad guy. Give me a few minutes?” He gently places you back on the couch, walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.

A few minutes pass and you begin to scroll on your phone, waiting patiently for Peter to come out of your bedroom. It had been fifteen minutes and still no Peter. “Peter? Sweetheart?” You yell, growing more concerned than anything. Maybe he got a call and had to go?

You stand, opening up the door to your bedroom and seeing it empty - no Peter to be found. Concern turned to dread as you yell for him again. “Peter?”

Then, all of the sudden - every light in the house goes dark. Pitch black. And then someone grabs you from behind, gripping your mouth and nose closed with their large hand. A strong arm wraps around your waist and drags you into the living room. You scream loudly, kicking and punching to fight your capture.

“Peter! Please, Peter!” You start to cry as the person lets you go. The lamp in the corner of the living room turned on, revealing a maskless Peter - his face full of concern. “Too much? Am I hurting you, baby?”

You stare at him, mouth agape as you felt the heat grow between your legs - a familiar wetness seeps out of you as you shake your head. “No, Peter - I mean, bad guy. What’s your bad guy name?”

He quickly turns the lamp off, whispering - “It doesn’t matter what my name is, wench.”

“Peter, did you just call me a wench? Are you a pirate?” You let out a laugh before Peter was on you, gripping your throat in his large hand as his other gripped your mouth again. You couldn’t lie, him being forceful like this did something for you. Your dorky, precious man being a villain.

And then you stopped being able to think as you felt your nightgown slowly be torn off and something sticky wrap around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the wall completely nude.

Your legs and arms were spread, leaving your vulnerable.

“He’s not coming to save you,” Peter whispered, turning the lamp back on. You were stuck to the wall by his webbing. And Peter sat in the armchair beside the couch across the room from you.

“Peter,” you whispered in a smile, enjoying this far too much. He is stoic, quickly shooting another web and covering your mouth. “Better.” A villainous smile shown across his face as he stood, stalking toward you slowly. His eyes were dark.

“I had to cover your mouth so no one could hear you scream,” he growls. “Now I can have you all to myself and no one knows it,” his long fingers traced from your clavicle down to your pubic bone, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your slick starting to run down your leg.

God, this was hot.

“I’m going to do things to you that you will never be able to forget,” he brings his lips to your ear, giving it a tender kiss. “I’m going to make you my sex slave tonight, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it.”

You gulp as Peter’s fingers trace down your swollen lips, dipping into the sloppiness of your pussy. “Oh, baby girl - so wet just for me?” His fingertips rub your clit in between them, hitting the nerves deep in the hood. Your body shakes, gaining a chuckle from Peter.

“I think I’m just going to have to clean you up, you nasty girl. You got yourself a mess, that won’t do,” he knelt down before you, his finger tips moving outward, spreading your lips and exposing your nub.

You were dripping and Peter was starving.

He saw the wetness down your inner thigh and took his tongue, licking it up - followed by a few sucks, making sure to get it all. He then latches on to your clit, sucking it harshly - moaning as he lapped up your juice before sucking it again. Your moans are muffled by his webbing.

“Delicious,” he moans, licking his fingertips before attacking your clit again, flicking it before swirling circular motions around it. He waists no time shoving two fingers inside of you, bouncing them perfectly as he continued to abuse your nub.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and cum on my fingers before I decide to fuck you? Good girls cum on my fingers first,” he growls, adding a third finger as his flat tongue rocks side to side on your pussy.

And cum you did. Hard. Body shaking hard. And gosh, Peter loved it. He stood, rubbing his rock hard erection on you as he whispered in your ear, “no one is coming to save you. You just get to take my thick cock and suffer. Maybe I should just fuck you until you’re drooling? Until your thoughts are nothing but me?”

You nod, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he rubs his tip on your already sensitive clitoris. He smiles, he loves it. He rocks his hips, sliding himself along your slick before he enters you. You both cry out in loud moans as he rocks out of you before thrusting in again.

Peter grabs your leg, ripping the webbing from your ankle as he holds it to the side for a better position. He’s hitting places you didn’t know would feel good as he grips your throat again with his gloved hand. “My good girl takes my cock so well.”

Your walls are tense as you orgasm again, Peter pounding into you knowing he had made you finish again. “It’s my turn,” he growls, ripping the webbing from your other ankle, spreading your legs further as he bottoms out in you. “You’re mine now.” He lets out a groan and you feel hot cum paint your walls. “No one else’s. Mine.” He lets out a few more thrusts before his head rests on yours, both sweaty and satisfied.

His doe eyes look at you as he removes the webbing from your mouth and wrists. “Maybe I like being the bad guy?”

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I hope you liked it… -

Cait <3

[baroquebucky]

smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33

Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.

Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.

He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.

just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)

Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.

Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.

“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.

“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.

“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.

“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.

The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.

“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.

“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.

“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.

Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.

“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.

“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.

He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.

“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.

“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.

“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.

“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.

“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.

“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.

“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.

“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.

“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.

“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.

You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.

Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.

“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.

“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.

“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.

“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.

“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.

The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.

“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.

“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.

“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.

“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.

“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.

“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.

“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.

“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.

“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.

“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”

Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.

“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.

“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?

“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.

“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.

Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.

You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.

“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.

“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.

“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.

“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.

“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.

“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.

As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.

The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.

“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.

“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.

“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.

“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.

“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.

“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.

“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.

“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.

Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.

“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.

“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.

“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.

“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.

“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.

“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.

Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.

Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.

“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.

“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.

With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.

“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.

“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.

“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.

“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.

“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.

“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.

“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.

“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.

“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.

“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.

Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.

Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.

“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.

“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.

“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.

“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.

“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.

“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.

“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.

“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.

“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.

“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.

There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.

Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

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[i-am-arcana-trash]

I’ll take your word on it.

@bastart13 I recall an ask you answered recently where you discussed how ticklish your OCs are and you mentioned that Tashi is ticklish and that tickling him comes with risks. Does Laurel choose death or not when it comes to tickling him? 

I’ve spent the last month trying to write something between grad school things (there is so many grad school things)

Please enjoy this thing I wrote with Laurel and Tashi

"Be out in a moment!"

Tashi heard the bell to his shop jingle as he pulled a few bolts of fabric into his lap

"Tashi? Where you at?"

Laurel's head peeked around the corner and she smiled brightly at him.

"Hey handsome...you need a hand?"

She leaned down observing the fabrics in his lap, making a mock face in disgust

"Oh wow who thought these colors would work? Thank goodness I’m here with my excellent taste"

Tashi turned his nose up at her "Sure are mouthy for someone who regularly models what I make, maybe I should find a new model?"

Laurel pouted "Hey now don't be hasty!"

Tashi chuckled lightly "Well if you're going to be helpful now you mind grabbing that brown basket?"

Laurel reached up to grab the basket, squeaking when Tashi pat her butt gently as he rolled past.

She followed him out setting the basket down on his cutting table, leaning over when Ann's head poked out from her spot under a pile of discarded fabrics.

She padded over to Laurel, trodding over her boots.

"Oh Tashi look! She's so close! Do you think she'd let me pet her?!"

Tashi looked up from the pattern he was tracing "Perhaps....her treats are over there..don't pout too bad if she doesn't let you.....she's just a little shy."

Laurel waved him off "Yeah yeah.....she's gonna love me soon I just know it."

Tashi watched her from the corner of his eye. She'd tried for the last few months to get on Ann's good side, but she had been a little distant.

Laurel opened her palm, sitting quietly as Ann approached her. She nosed about the treats in her hand before she stuck her tongue out.

She stifled a giggle and Tashi grinned "Ticklish?"

Laurel laughed again "Maybe...."

She sat in silence before Ann tentatively crawled into her lap, attempting to find more snacks.

"Ah! She's here!"

At that Ann scurried off Laurel's lap.

"Shoot......I got too excited again...."

Tashi laughed, pinning a pattern to the fabric spread over his table "You are quite excitable, she's not used to it, this is a calming space "

Laurel rolled her eyes, looking over the shop, in random corners Tashi's organization fell to the wayside.

After a few more minutes of trying to coax the little pangolin out she finally relented.

"You never answered my question....are you ticklish?"

Laurel leaned against the wall behind him, watching his shoulders lift and bend as he cut around the fabric.

"Why do you want to know.....are you "

"Of course I'm not...."

She caught the slightest lift in his intonation and she raised a brow. "Well....I am....in the right circumstance...and I think you're a liar..."

Tashi paused for just a second too long before continuing to cut out the fabric. Laurel came to stand next to him, watching as he carefully cut.

Tashi felt her eyes on him and he pointedly ignored her, trying to ignore the heat that he felt on his neck.

"Tashi...."

A shiver ran down his spine at her voice, a soft whisper, it was the tone she used to get under his skin.

She leaned over into his periphery and he stopped cutting the fabric. She grinned "You are ticklish .. and you hate being tickled."

Tashi snorted softly "Perhaps, if you want to find out do so at your own risk."

Laurel laughed, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze "While I have a list of things for your arms and hands to do to me....punching me is not on that list...I'll just take your word on it."

With that she leaned in closer, breath warm on his cheek "I'll let you get back to work......can I see you later...?"

Tashi turned his head slightly, one hand reaching up to stroke her cheek "I don't know....I'm very busy...but I think I can squeeze you in for dinner....."

Laurel rolled her eyes "Lucky me..." With that she leaned in, removing the space between them. Her hand came to rest on his throat and she grinned when she felt him squeeze her arm. Reluctantly they pulled away and Laurel grinned "See ya later....."

With that she made her way to the door, waving as the bell jingled at her departure. Tashi sighed slightly before returning to his work, there was a lot to get done before she came back.

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + INUMAKI TOGE || DOING KABEDON

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues 

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 17 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : hello there!! i rlly love your works and i'm glad that you're finally back in business <3 can i request kabedon hcs for itadori, gojo, megumi and inumaki?? it's okay if you don't want to do inumaki since you said last time that he's kinda hard to write

↳ barista’s notes : i have to confess, this isn’t my best piece of work and i apologise for that since you all deserve the best coffees ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but how are you all today? i haven’t been active with a few request since my teachers love to pile homework since i am doing online learning right now ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come back to the cafe again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Kabedon with Itadori is a mix between it being intentional and accidental because sometimes he is a cute little clueless cinnamon bun.

Let me admit, you probably tripped on something - maybe you tripped on oxygen molecules (I don’t blame you because I do as well) - and he didn’t want you to fall down and hurt yourself.

In the beginning, he was just supposed to catch you but somehow his body will just turn and cause your back to be against the wall with one of his hands beside your head - just magic children.

Itadori will apologise to you for what’s going on but will probably make no effort to move because he actually likes the position that the both of you are in now - I feel like he relishes in having close contact with you.

He will have his cute little smile on his face and you probably can’t help but smile at him back since he is just so adorable - at this point, there is no point of being embarrassed since he is just making the situation wholesome.

“Ah, it’s nice to be close to each other isn't it?” he would say before placing his forehead against yours - because Itadori is just an endearing bun.

Both you and Itadori will lightly laugh with each other and please hug him because being in a kabedon position after a while is quite awkward - he will tightly hug you back definitely.

Even though it is a weird situation, in the beginning, it just turns wholesome since Itadori has that presence to make anything just adorable.

When Fushiguro ignited the kabedon on you, just completely acknowledge the fact that it was a complete accident - the boy probably doesn’t even know what it is.

The reason why we know it was accidental is because of his reaction after the action has been committed - fully on tomato face.

Fushiguro is the type to have his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between his body and the wall behind you - let me admit, you both don’t know how you guys got into this situation, it’s probably the same reason why Itadori kadedoned you.

The thing is, you can see Fushiguro blushing because he makes no effort to remove his hands from the wall but he will look down to hide his face from you.

He would quietly apologise to you before continuing to hide his face by placing his head on the crook of your neck - because the boy is shy…..cute.

However, there will be times when Fushiguro would be annoyed and just kabedon you to tell you he is being serious - you can tell by the look in his eyes.

If he is at his breaking out, he will uncharacteristically kiss you which leads to a makeout since he is just stressed.

He will once again apologise to you but please comfort him with a hug and play with his hair since he just wants to be love when this happens.

Gojo will do kabedon just to embarrass and tease you because that is just who he is as a person - like what did you expect, this was done with intentional purpose.

He has a full-on cheeky smirk on his face because he knows that you are feeling extremely embarrassed - because come on, like who wouldn’t?

Gojo would have one hand on the wall beside your head but he will definitely lean closer to you to completely trap you - like if you try to slide down to escape, he will slide down with you.

When he leans in closer to you, just know he will lean his face closer to yours because he wants a closer look at your blushing face and to tease you by acting like he is going to kiss you.

If you have covered your face with your hands, expect him to use his other one to remove them and don’t be surprised when you see his beautiful blue eyes staring at you - yes...he took his eye mask off to make you more embarrassed.

“Oya~ why are you so red honey? Too much for you~” - just know that this will be whispered in your ear to tease you even more.

Sometimes he will take his eye mask off really slowly when you don’t cover your face as a way to seduce you - oh my~

Gojo will kiss you eventually - after a few more minutes of teasing of his lips lightly tracing your cheek as well as your lips - with his other hand tilting your chin up.

Overall, kabedon is just another tactic he will use on you to tease you on a daily basis, so don’t be surprised when your back is against the wall 24/7.

I feel like Inumaki will do kabedon as a full-on joke since we all know that he likes to play tricks here and there - but I feel like you would make him do it to see how it feels.

You and Inumaki would just pause and stare at each other for a bit, trying to comprehend what is going on at this moment in time.

Like a full-on pause. Like silence as if time had stopped at that very moment when his hands had hit the wall.

You are probably trying to either hold in your laughter because it’s just a funny situation to be in with Inumaki or you are trying to cover your face since you are blushing.

If you are blushing and you cover your face, just know that Inumake will have the cutest expression on his face before telling you to move your hands so he can see you.

If you bust out of laughter, Inumaki will also laugh with you - because your laugh is contagious to him - before giving you a quick peck on the cheek since he just loves how cute you look right now.

Inumaki will probably kabedon you at like the most random times just to try to surprise you and catch you off guard - Maki will punch his head a lot because of it and you will probably just laugh out loud.

Kabedon is now a little trick he will use on you now, so when he is not around you, please beware of your surroundings because you’ll never know when you are just trapping between the wall and his body.

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