#I was gonna add a background n stuff...

[wetpulp]

strangeboss thing I made back in pride month but never really finished it....

[primordialruin]

In the garden of Eden [ref] Full nudity bellow

[erwinsvow]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

summary: rafe's realizing how much better he is now, ever since he met you

word count: 1.6k

now spinning: love song by lana del rey

author's note: can't think about anything else but rafe being happy n content.... eeeee <3

part of this little universe

Rafe’s beginning to think you’re really good for him. 

It starts off pretty small—little things, here and there. The way he doesn’t go to bed completely angry and pent up anymore—that’s because you text him good night, every night, without fail. Even when he doesn’t say it first, even when he’s not on his phone and told you he’d be busy taking care of stuff with his dad all day.

After your first date, when you were sitting in the passenger seat of his truck—licking on an ice cream cone he’d bought you after dinner because the two of you were have a difficult time trying to find a reason to end the night—he opens up his phone to add your number to his contacts, and you hover over his shoulder, choosing little emojis to have next to your name and being very picky about it. 

When you finally decide on the perfect combination, he turns to look at your face, which is way too close to his. He decides then and there that you wanted to be kissed, because you’d never get so close if you didn’t. The truth was that you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from how the little blue heart and butterfly and flowers looked next to your name in his phone, but he doesn’t need to know that, not if he’s going to kiss you like that every time. 

And now whenever he picks up his phone and sees those little blue shapes, he feels better, instantaneously. 

So much so that he doesn’t yell at Wheezie and Sarah so much anymore. That’s another small thing— Rafe can’t even recall what he used to get so annoyed about, so angry that he’d pick fights over it. Sarah’s never home anyways, but when she is, you’re making conversation with her, smiling up at Rafe trying to involve him in the discussion about whatever the hell you guys talk about. 

Wheezie’s always home, and he actually realizes how funny she is, especially with you. He sits on the couch with his laptop, looking at things that you don’t understand and don’t really care about, while Sleepless in Seattle plays on the television.

You and Wheezie sit next to each other, half-eaten popcorn and candy scattered between you two, a box of tissues within reach because you told her they were absolutely necessary, even though she didn’t believe you.

Rafe only looks up when hears the unmistakable sound of you sniffling and crying—panicking briefly, trying to make sure he handles this correctly, properly, so he doesn’t scare you away—when he realizes it’s just the movie. 

He lets out a sigh of relief, of which you take note. You turn to hand Wheezie a tissue and then look back at Rafe, worried he’s going to be annoyed that you’re crying over this movie.

It’s silly, because he’s been nothing but nice to you, sweet as sugar all the time, but you remember what your friends used to tell you, the back-and-forth with Sarah, Wheezie’s comments about how much nicer Rafe’s been recently. How he’s been nicer since he met you. You look at him for a little, seconds passing by as your heart thuds in your chest. 

“I can’t believe this-” you hear Wheezie sob in the background, reaching for another handful of popcorn. “They just left!”

You almost turn away from Rafe just then, not wanting to see his reaction, when he closes his laptop and slides his body over to sit closer to you, one hand around your shoulder pulling you close and the other reaching to grab a clean tissue, holding it in his hand for you, for when you need it. You smile against his chest, clasping your hand around his. 

“You really cry over this crap, kid?” You whine, a muffled noise of protest spoken against his shirt, half-hearted. “We all knew they were gonna end up together.”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” you murmur, not paying attention to the movie anymore, eyes hyper-focused on the shiny metal of Rafe’s ring on his fingers. 

“Shut up, Rafe, I’m watching this-”

“You shut up, Wheeze, and pass the chocolate.”

It’s become a regular occurrence, actually, having you around at Tannyhill. You go through plenty of movies with Wheezie, occupying her time while getting to be with Rafe. You join them for their periodic family dinners, dolled up in your nicest clothes even though Rafe tells you it doesn’t matter. He wants you down there in his hoodie, but you refuse.

You want to make a good impression on Ward, you tell him, that it’s important to you if his dad likes you, if he approves of you, if he likes having you around. Rafe doesn’t get why you care—you’ll still be in his life whether Ward approves or not—but he plays along with it.

You wear pretty blue dresses and bring chapter books from the library for Wheezie and some history novels for his dad. You’re all smiles and conversation at their normally silent table, which he thinks is nice. Rafe still believes it would be nicer if it was just the two of you, but he doesn’t say anything. 

A picture constructs itself in his head—you and him at the dinner table of your house, the house you two will have together. You’d decorate everything all cute—he can picture it now—but he’s really focusing on when you and he can have these family dinners together, a couple of high chairs and pureed food and screaming toddlers running around. He doesn’t know where the image came from, probably from the sweet way you are with his family, but now it’s rooted itself like an infection that’s impossible to get rid of. He thinks of it, and feels better, and it must be obvious to everyone around him, but you never say anything.

It’s gotten to the point where even Ward notices it, though he refrained from commenting for as long as he could. Besides for dinner and the occasional Good morning sweetheart when you’re passing through the kitchen with Rafe, he doesn’t bother you two much. 

That’s why it really surprises Rafe when he brings you up one day.

“You seem… better, son,” his father says, and he wants to summon up some kind of retort to fire back, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe the impact you have on him is bigger than he thought. “It’s good. She’s good for you. Make sure you take care of her.”

He thinks for a second. There was a time where the first thing out of his mouth would be Don’t tell me how to treat my girl. 

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, dad.”

And then, suddenly, you’re everywhere, a part of everything. He can’t even sit in his truck without thinking of how you should be in the passenger seat. His house feels empty when you’re not curled on the couch trying to decide on what movie to rewatch for the millionth time. He can’t even find any insults for your stupid Pogue friends, because of course they want to spend time with you, when you make everything brighter like this. 

Rafe used to think it’d be humiliating to feel like this, actually being dependent on someone for once, acting and doing better because of you and feeling better even when you’re not there. He doesn’t feel humiliated at all though, he feels surprisingly content, despite everything that’s going on. It’s all background noise now. He feels even better when his door opens, and you make your way into his bedroom.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your bag on his desk. It lands with a thud, probably filled with your current read and another couple of books for his sister. “They all went down to the Chateau to smoke, so I just came over, I hope that’s okay-” You stop talking when you turn and see how he’s looking at you, getting up from his bed to walk up to you. “Rafe? You okay?”

You look at him real sweet, like you’re wondering what could be wrong and how you can help fix it. It’s precious, but he already knew that. His father’s words run through his head again—he has to make sure to take good care of you. 

“Perfect. Even better ‘cause you’re here now.” You shove your hand against his chest, letting out a breath of relief.

“You scared me,” you say with a laugh. You go back to your bag, rustling through it to produce three books, just like he guessed. He starts smiling when you turn around to offer it to him.

“Got one for you this time.” You're beaming, eyes looking at him expectantly.

“Thanks, kid,” he says, and he can’t help the smile that’s growing. He brings you in for a hug the way he always does, arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his chest, and you lean against him like that, holding on tight, breathing steady in his grip. Whatever anger and frustration was bubbling inside melts away with every passing second of touching your soft skin and smelling the scent of your hair. 

It’s no surprise when you two end up a tangled mess in bed hours later, your head resting above his heart, wrapped in his grip, while you start reading the book you got for Rafe aloud.

“Y’know what we should do?” he starts, quietly, interrupting you while you’re flipping to the next page. 

“Hm?” you murmur back, feeling your eyes fluttering shut without the book open and ready to read to distract you into staying awake. Rafe’s skin is warm and his grip is tight. You could fall asleep in seconds right now.

“Get married.”

[vicinea]

Gimme gimme wolverine x reader scenarios or fic ideas PLEASE….

Logan X reader are in a friends with benefits style relationship and it could be told from either POV.

Logan realizes he caught feelings and tries to show reader… without actually tell them… you just know he doesn’t do emotional talks 😂

A/N: anon... that last scenario gave me a neuron activation moment, holy shit. — pairing: logan x gn!reader. — summary: logan is an absolute FOOL in love, but he cannot for the life of him express it verbally. short, sweet headcanons. — warnings: N/A.

y’know how cats sometimes leave random things as a lil gift for their owners and shit? yeah, logan would definitely do something like that.

HE goes into the kitchen to snatch up a cold beer and slide it over to you, nodding at the bottle before he opens his own, gaze averted to literally anything else but you as he downs the alcohol. for now.

oh, you smoke? PAUSE. logan almost drops his zippo lighter as he tries to be as quick as possible about lighting the cigarette for you — attempting, and absolutely failing, to give you subtle glances when it’s lit.

speaking of his goddamn glances. he thinks he is so slick.

practically stares at you sometimes when he thinks you won’t notice. but you absolutely fucking do — there’s a scowling man just sitting in the corner being all eyes on you like you’re some kind of weird creature, and you’re not gonna notice?

oh, fuck. you can’t find something after searching for what feels like hours? logan’s got it. he’s silently shifting around the place to look for whatever you’ve lost until he finds it, leaving the item in a painfully obvious spot for you to find.

you mention being hungry as just a passing comment? there’s a protein bar where you sat on the sofa after you left the room, straight up materialising out of thin air. the thing you complained about being out of stock at the local store? logan is absolutely listening, making sure to stock up on whatever the thing is when you’re out doing me-stuff.

speaking of logan listening. he does it so intently, sometimes even taking lil notes and keeping them tucked away somewhere in his bedroom as a reminder of what you like, dislike, want, and need.

“i never took you for liking [x] thing.” he did, he literally has a little post-it note hidden away in his wallet, the paper slightly worn, and ink fading from how often he brings it out to add more stuff to it. silently making sure you’re eating and resting enough? you BET he’s looming around like a shadow in the background, taking note of when you last had a full, decent night of sleep. oops, what’s this? a midnight snack? fucking crazy! who put it there?

then, when you finally crack and mention his unusual behaviour with a quick, sarcastic, “y’know, you’re very subtle, logan.”

he just pauses, furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes blinking at you as if you just told him the most outlandish thing in the world — no, the entire universe. and with arms folded tightly over his chest, logan simply scoffs and grumbles in response before turning away — his heartbeat picking up ever-so-slightly.

i want him, your honour... i want that old, angry man.

[koutinkash]

ian as ur boyfriend hc’s part.2

cw: sfw & nsfw sections, 17+ audiences recommended!, smoking, fem reader centered, semi public, fem receiving, spoiled reader, obsessed ian (#needthat)

from angelic ~ tysm for the support on pt.1!! don’t be afraid to send prompts you’d like to see </2📓

sfw/suggestive! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

*ੈ✩bfian! who loves bringing you to the studio with him but hates the fact that he keeps getting distracted bc he’s looking n’ touching on you

“i literally can’t fucking focus right now, baby. you just…look too good.” he groaned as he kept planting kisses on ur neck, blowing the smoke from his blunt in the other direction.

“am i really distracting you that much?” a quiet giggle leaving your freshly glossed lip.

“yeah…but i love it. you know im obsessed with ur lil pretty self.” he chuckled, red glazed blue eyes now staring straight at your face, slowly moving to your lips.

*ੈ✩bfian! who posts cryptic pictures of y’all on cute ass dates & watches people speculate on his insta lives

“who’s that girl on my story?” he laughs while reading the repeated questions. “that’s just my girl, y’all ain’t gotta know shit.” he replied before ducking off camera, laughing with you in the background.

*ੈ✩bfian! who chills w/you while you online shop for more stuff you don’t need & just hands you his card. but not before picking out stuff he loves seeing on you.

“if imma buy this all this stuff then you needa add that perfume you know i love.”

“ugh finee. but babe its literally just a regular ass vanilla scent.”

“i don’t caree. shit be having you smelling all sugary n’ delicious. you know how i get down about it…matter of fact add two of em.”

nsfw! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

*ੈ✩bfian! who takes you to sneak off and eat your already sopping cunt while he’s on tour since the bus is always occupied & he keeps teasing you

“c’mon mama let’s just get them off. i know what you want…and you know imma give it to this messy lil thing. ” he groaned. his big hands making their way to slide down your embarrassingly soaked panties as you whined.

*ੈ✩bfian! who loves getting high, listening to music, and fucking sloppily till the sun comes up

it had been 4 hours. the sounds of grunts and whines overlapping with old r&b. the smell of cannabis filled the air, gliding through the smoke. sheets messy with the sight of two figures sprawled out in the middle.

“ugh, cmon mama i know you can take it. just keep riding like that. just like thatt.” his hands touching all over you as he talked you through.

ੈ✩bfian! who buys you lots of pretty lingerie just so he can fuck you in it. even sometimes accidentally purposely ripping the fabrics.

“look im sorry baby i just couldn’t help it..” he said in a faux sympathy tone.

“ian i just got this set! what the hell?” oh you were absolutely pissed. looking back at him with an attitude after he ripped a hole in the ass of your pretty little vs set.

“alright don’t get pissy, you know im gonna replace it. just let me take care of you.” and trust the attitude was gone quick after that.

©koutinkash

[kyurizeu]

#9 - Need help? (Im)possibly fate

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Warnings: SMUT!!!!! ; fingering, hickeys, praises, kisses, groping + its not proofread

A/n: fyi if you were not aware that this series will contain smut ITS ALWAYS BEEN IN MY IMP FATE INFO!!! Also tysm everyone who r supporting me rn w my 500 special but i’m sadly very bust with asks and other stuff irl so i cannot answer my asks atm!! Apologies mlvs<3

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It had been a good while after getting the amazing idea to collab with Jungwon. Before you even knew it you were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, watching through the glass wall as Jungwon was recording some lines. You were going over your own lines and warming up your voice until you heard Jungwon come out of the room. “Your turn!” He patted your head softly. “Mmhm.. but after i’m done with my lines we have to record the part where we sing at the same time” You got up fixing your skirt and reminding him.

“Oh yeah… i’m gonna go get some coffee, do you want some??” You nodded and mumbled a quiet thank you before closing the door.

“Y/n you have to record some adlibs too… are you okay with changing the ‘aa yeah’ with something else?” Your producer and mixer was talking to you..

“What would i change it to?”

“I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird, but i was thinking that you could add some more extra suggestive elements into your voice. I was thinking that the background could be more sexy yk..?”

“Sexy?? Like how?”

“Instead of ‘aa yeah” you would kind of moan it instead of singing it with a melody”

“Oh okay…”

“Let’s compare… sing now”

to be honest.. you were kind of uncomfortable moaning into a microphone in front of your producer.

“Okay that was alright… you get the point but now you know what kind of style i want for the song so when your alone you can record these easier when your comfortable”

“Okay..”

You recorded some parts and after 30 minutes the producer left and you decided to keep recording alone to improve some lines. Just as you were recording your adlibs Jungwon came back, holding two ice lattes in his hands.

“Oh am i… interrupting something?” He laughed after hearing you literally moan.

“Oh no!! Umh haha the producer told me to record some of these adlibs like that..”

“I see.. i can leave i’m sorry”

“No it’s okay you can be here”

“Can i help with recording? I can go set the record button and help you choose the parts, that way you won’t take so long”

“S-sure thanks”

The fuck were you supposed to do now..? Record a fucking moan and make him choose from them?! Shit fuvk no.

“Just.. pick up where you left off! Let me know when to press record!”

You nodded and got ready already feeling embarrassed.

“Alright ready”

‘Got me- got me in a tight grip~ ah yeah”

You saw from the corner of your eye as Jungwons face got redder and eyes got wider.. he turned to you and you took off your headphones. “I-Is this weird..?” You asked him letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “No, But are you feeling a little uncomfortable ? You seem tense”

He tilted his head a little and smirked. “Well… umh. I guess it’s just a bit weird..”

“Why?”

He was grinning from ear to ear now.. you wanted to hit him on his shoulder so bad. That teasing son of a bitch. “I just feel weird trying to moan in front of.. someone..” you said quietly keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you avoiding his intense eye contact. “Need help?” His smirk was growing judging by his voice tone. You instantly snapped your head towards him in shock. “W-what?” You felt your ears turn red and you laughed nervously. “Need my help?”

Bold. Wow.

“W-what do you mean?”

He got up from his chair and came into the recording booth. As soon as his tall figure entered the room you felt like an ant next to him. He was stepping towards you, keeping his eyes on you staring down at you and smirking. “I know you understand” he was really close to you now. “I’m not sure i do…” you gulped nervously. “Oh I’m sure you do.” He pinned you against the wall.

You two kept intense eye contact for almost 10 seconds before his eyes traveled to stare at your lips and soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

Holy fuck…

His lips were practically devouring yours and his hands rested on your jawline, pulling your face closer to his. He tasted sweet and a little like ice latte (i wonder why).

“I assume that was a yes..?” He smirked against your already swollen lips before lowering his lips down your jawline. “Y-yeah…” your breathy voice was shaking as you felt him nibble at the skin on your neck making your stomach tingle. He left a trail of kisses on your neck before he stood up straight again and his hands groped your boobs roughly. You let out a moan from the sudden sensation which made him glance down at you and smirk. “Thats it, just like that” his hands ran down from your chest to your upper thighs leaving you uncomfortably wet and needy. “What do you want?” He looked deep into your eyes. Such a tease. “I.. want you to touch me” feeling a little embarrassed by your own words you avoided his intense gaze. “What was that sweetie?” SWEETIE?!

“I wa-want you to touch… me” you said a little louder now. “Where exactly?” His face was inching closer to yours again with his signature smirk still stuck on it. His hands we’re travelling slowly towards your core, playing with the hem of your skirt as he lifted your face towards his by your chin making you gulp nervously. Soon his slender index finger pressed against your dampened panties right on top of your sensitive clit, making you let out a high pitched whimper. “here?” He tilted his head with a grin. “Y-ye-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down adoring the way your face scrunched up when he hit a sweet spot. “Look so cute for me” he gave you a peck on your cheek and lifted your other leg up to rest on his arm pushing two digits in. “a-angh…” breathy moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept making small hickeys on your neck and chest. His fingers we’re speeding up each time he pumped them in and out. He curled his fingers upwards and his thumb rubbed against your clit, making your brows furrow and lips part a lot to let out the loudest moan. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his digits and your moans were faster and louder. “You cumming?” He picked up the pace and rubbed your clit faster and faster. “Y-yes jung-…won” you blabbered his name over and over again as you came down from your high slowly. When you came back to your full senses you felt his lips all over your face, softly giving you french kisses everywhere. “So good for me… so so good for me” he grabbed both sides of your cheeks squeezing them as he cooed at you. “Gosh i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” he smiled and gave you one last passionate kiss.

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“See? I’m a professional producer”

He played the recording and you nudged at his arm annoyed. “No way were using that!” “Well see what the producers think” he grinned. “Shut up”

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[ily-fictional-women]

Christmas Blues

Summary: Kate’s feeling down but Y/n is gonna do her best to fix that.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know

Word count: 1501

a/n: Just something for the Holiday season! (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

With it being the Christmas season Kate and Y/n agreed to have a small date night at Kate’s apartment watching a Christmas movie while cozying up together. Although during the movie the two sit beside each other one of Y/n’s hands on the back of Kate’s head playing with her hair. Typical Kate is one to talk throughout a movie this time she’s quiet, too quiet.

Turing just slightly Y/n looks over at Kate, there’s not even a slight grin on her face. Y/n moves her hand from the back of the girl's head down to the back of her neck, “Hey.” Kate snaps her attention at the sudden change, “Yeah?” Biting the inside of her cheek Y/n tries to find the right words for the moment, “Katie, are you okay? Where’s your head at?”

“What do you mean?” Kate shifts in her seat at the question. Y/n pauses the movie putting her full attention on Kate, “Look, I’ve known and loved you for a while. So I’d like to think I know when you’re stuck in your head. You don’t have to tell her anything but if you want to tell me I wanna know.”

Kate shrugs nervously, “I guess it’s just the Christmas season. Ever since the whole Fisk thing and the thing with my mom going away, it feels like the Holiday season is just a reminder of all the bad instead of the good.” Y/n starts lightly drawing shapes into the back of Kate's neck trying to think of any kind of solution, “Is it being in New York that’s a reminder of it or is it just a feeling in general?”

Kate rests a hand on Y/n’s thigh trying to distract herself from how she was feeling, “Probably a mix of both. But I think being her plays a big part in it. Why?” Y/n shakes her head nonchalantly, “Just trying to figure out how you’re feeling.” As the moment settles down and the movie’s unpaused Y/n interrupts again.

“Do you have any hot cocoa powder?” Kate’s brows furrow for a moment, “No. I don’t think so at least did you want some or something?” Y/n quickly gets up putting a coat on, “Yeah I was thinking of having some. I’ll go out and pick up enough for the both of us.” Both Kate and Lucky turn their heads as Y/n goes for the door. “Did you want me to come with you?” Y/n smiles shaking her head at the question, “No don’t worry. I want you to relax.”

Y/n was going out to get hot cocoa mix but there was also another plan. Making it out of the apartment building Y/n pulls out her phone calling the only person she knew could probably help. “Hey, Clint can we talk?”

There’s some murmurs in the background of the call but they slowly get quieter, “Hey, yeah, Y/n what’s up?”

“It’s Kate, Clint, I’m worried about her. She doesn’t seem like herself. She was talking about how all the Fisk stuff and her mom being locked up was getting to her. But she said it mostly tied to being in New York so I was wondering if we could come over for a little. Mostly so I could see if it would cheer her up.”

“I mean yeah that shouldn’t be a problem I’ma just ask Laura first.” For about two minutes Clint is obviously on mute leaving Y/n standing in the New York snow. The sudden loud background noise shocks Y/n from the cold though, “Okay, Laura said it’s alright. Are you guys gonna be here tomorrow or later?”

“Tomorrow works just fine I’ll get her to pack up tonight.” Right before Y/n’s about to hang up there’s some loud murmuring in the background before she hears Clint’s voice again, “Oh uh Lila said to to pack ugly sweaters. We’re having a contest and Nate is judging.”

“Will do Clint.”

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Getting back to the apartment Y/n quickly brushes off the excess snow on her coat before hanging it up the small bag of hot cocoa powder in hand. Heating some milk Y/n flops on the couch with Kate, “Soooo. You’re gonna need to pack a bag.” Kate raises an eyebrow cracking a nervous grin, “Why do I need to pack a bag exactly?”

“We're going on a trip to get out of here. You’ll like it I promise.” The confidence in Y/n’s demeanor was just enough to convince Kate to go pack a bag. “Oh wait,” Y/n stops her before she can get too far. “You’re gonna need to pack an ugly sweater.”

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DAY 1 Making it to the Barton home Kate has a tight grip on Lucky’s leash, or that it is until Clint opens the door to the house bolting in to play with the kids. “Hey, Clint.” Kate opens up her arms to a hug from the older man. Clint looks at the two of you up and down noticing the ugly sweaters. “I see you both dressed up for today.” He examines both sweaters closely, “No offense Y/n but Kate is definitely winning the ugly sweater contest today.”

Y/n looks at the man genuinely shocked, “How?! Mine has Shrek and you said Nate was judging.” Clint looks over at both sweaters again, “No yeah Kate definitely wins. The owl’s eyes are so beady it creeps me out.” Kate smirks to herself, “That’s not the worst of it.” Clicking a button on one of the sleeves of the sweater the eyes of the owl begin to light up.

Letting out the most dad laugh possible Clint looks back at Y/n’s sweater, “Y/n I bet $5 Nate will pick Kate's sweater over your's." Y/n puts out her hand shaking Clint's taking the offer, “You’re on old man. It'll be your Christmas gift to me." Ignoring the old man comment Clint invites the two in to begin the ugly sweater contest.

DAY 1 (NIGHT) Y/n scans the dark living room, “Where are the kids and Laura?” Kate readjusts the blanket she has wrapped around herself sitting in front of the fireplace. “They all went to bed, how was the whole wood-chopping thing with Clint?” Y/n tosses a fresh piece of wood into the fireplace, “Surprisingly boring. Did you guys do anything?”

“We mostly just played some small games Laura found online. But what I want right now is for you to sit with me.” Kate stretches out her arms like a kid wanting to be picked up. Sitting down with Kate Y/n admires the fire for a moment turning over to Kate. “Have you had fun so far?”

Kate’s gaze stays on the fire watching it crackle and burn, “Actually, yeah. I have. I still don’t think it’s fair you won the ugly Christmas sweater contest though.” Y/n fake coughs quietly murmuring, “Sore loser.” Kate quickly flops on top of Y/n with a playful smile, “What did you just say?”

Y/n looked around the room pretending to try and find the answer as she moved her hands to Kate’s hips to make sure she didn’t fall off the couch. “Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t say anything! I swear.” Kate leans in a little closer to Y/n’s face, “Really? Because I could have sworn you called me a sore loser.”

Y/n lets out a loud sarcastic gasp, “Me?! I would never!” Kate looks at her questioningly, “Really now?” Y/n smiles cockily, “Nope never! Now how about you lean in just a little bit closer and kiss me so we can go to bed?” Giggling into a kiss Kate agrees ending a blissful night.

DAY 3 (NIGHT) With yesterday being an almost full day of baking cookies everyone was still fairly tired, especially being tired of taking orders from Laura in the kitchen. Because of this, everyone agreed today would be the Christmas movie marathon. First, it started with some of the classics.

You had The Grinch, Home Alone, A Christmas Carol, and so much more. The best part was probably the kids' commentary though Kate especially found it funny that quote “Captain America looked so much like the boy from A Christmas Story”.

Throughout the night it was obvious Kate was becoming happier and happier, especially compared to how she had been feeling before the trip. It was hard for Y/n to not stare at Kate being happy again. It was like she could see a light through her smiles and laugh. A light she hadn’t seen in a while.

Kate leans over to Y/n still intently watching the movie, “Thank you for this trip. I love it. And I love you.” Y/n smiles softly, “I love you most.” This, this moment. It was the only Christmas gift Y/n needed.

[kiokos]

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Summary: F/N L/N, isagi’s childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone’s little brother caught their eye.

Warnings: CRINGE. Sometimes lowk confusing? I’m not rlly sure If I should add anything else…

A/N: This is actually one of my very first fics so please feel free to give me tips !! Also ignore the “second selection” and read it as “nel” since. Well. Yk:3

CHAPTER 00

You had just finished up yet another day of soccer practice with rin itoshi. ‘Crazy how just a few months ago I didn’t even know he existed..’ you thought. You had met rin, and everyone else, during the break that blue lock gave them after the big match against the U-20’s. However, you were isagi’s childhood best friend, so that’s how you actually managed to meet the others.

You and isagi had a.. questionable friendship, to say the least. You guys roasted each other one second then become bro’s the next. It’s confusing, but, nothing you weren’t used to.

You didn’t know exactly how you ended up here of all places. Actually - scratch that, yes you did. You and isagi made a stupid bet - you had to start playing soccer, and if you ended up being good at it, he said he’s gonna try to convince ego to let you into the stupid ass program.

You didn’t know how that dumbass managed to convince rin to play soccer with you, tho, he wasn’t really complaining. You were a worthy opponent - someone who Isagi called ‘both a genius and a talented learner’.

You sighed before laying down on the grass field and looking left to see your water-bottle looking oh simply so drinkable. You grabbed it and started drinking, until you heard a familiar voicr from behind you.

Ah, it was rin.

“I’ll be taking my leave now. Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late or I’ll just leave.” He mumbled in his usual cold monotone voice.

You turned to him with your usual smug grin and giggled out a “awww, you wanna see me again? So cute, rinrin!”

You internally cringed after saying that: but the damage is done, so no going back now…

He didn’t even say anything, just side eyeing you before leaving. You sighed and took your stuff before starting to scroll down on tik tok only to see a post saying “Rin is finer than his brother. Idc what anyone says.” While pictures of rin were in the background and b2b by charlie xcx was playing. ‘Interesting..’ was the first thing that popped into your mind. You really haven’t given it much thought before - scratch that: you haven’t really given rin much thought before. Sure, he was cute, but you didn’t really think of him like that. But the longer you thought about it, the more obvious it became - you found rin attractive!!

You immediately pulled out your phone and started texting your groupchat (as usual.)

[love-bitesx]

Hey, luv ur last Hobie writing it was so good! so like as a request (sorry if my wording is a bit awk ive never requested anything on tumblr b4😭) hobie x fem reader (or not gendered i dont mind) on like what it would be like putting Hobie on music as a reader that listens to a ton of genres and not mainly punk rock- like would he be open minded on it etc. and also what falling asleep w him with music in the background would be like and stuff. like a little one-shot on that (or hc’s!)

: ̗̀➛ OPEN-MINDED

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

gonna hug every anon/req ever i love u lot so much <3 this is kind of just a ranty headcanon one shot. thing. i think. we'll find out. i think im physically incapable of writing a short one shot, i just love this guy too much thank u for the req!!! love u also, this is strictly my headcanon and my opinion, if there's something canon that contradicts this, my apologies!! this is just a bit of fun :)

i think he'd be somewhat open-minded, but he'd have his strict no-nos. pop music being that, or anything on the radio, he tells you it's just propaganda from the 'system'. remember, this guy is an anarchist, plus so much more.

having grown up in england, london specifically, i think he'd be partial to uk hip hop, grime, garage, alt rock, alternative music, etc. anything that sparks a bit of controversy. anything from the streets, the people. plenty of those genres stem from rock'n'roll music anyway, so i wouldn't be surprised.

however.

you're laying in your room one night, it's dark outside, the night crawling in as a gentle breeze drifts through your open window. headphones plugged into your phone, you scrolled through a newly made playlist, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to remember anymore songs you wanted to add.

humming along to the tune echoing in the headset, you were absolutely zoned out. it wasn't until a large pair of hands grabbed your waist, did you crash back down to earth. ripping the headphones off your head, you jumped back in defense.

"what did i tell you about leaving your window open, y/n?" hobie scolded you, a playful smirk on his lips, standing up straight, looking down at you, "could've been any dickhead coming in here, y'know?"

"not just any dickhead can scale 7 floors and climb in through my window, hobie," you rolled your eyes, fixing the mess you made when you threw your headphones and phone on the bed.

"yeah," he leant down, until his face was but an inch from your own, "only the really bad ones can."

with that, and a devilish grin, he pressed his lips against yours, using his advantage to push you backwards onto the bed, climbing on, making himself comfortable on the mattress next to you, holding you close to him. your hands went to his chest, feeling it rise and fall under your touch.

"i missed you," he muttered between kisses, his piercing ice cold against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

"i missed you, too, hobie," you whispered back, welcoming his touch on your waist.

pulling back with a smirk, he reached for the phone in your hand, opening it up.

"what were you listening to so intensely?" he quizzed, but his question was instantly answered at the name of the playlist you had made.

for hobie

"oh."

to say he was stunned, was an understatement. this was new to him, no one had ever made him a specially made playlist before, no one had gone to the effort. his heart swelled. scrolling through, he saw an array of artists that he hadn't even heard of before, mixes of genres that he knew you loved.

"sorry, it's really silly," you dismissed, reaching for your phone at his blunt response, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity.

his eyes snapped to yours, shocked at your reaction, "what? no, absolutely not."

though his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of listening to lana del rey? whoever that was, he wasn't sure, but the fact you listened to it, thought of him, and thought of him so much you made it into a playlist dedicated to him? well, he'd be an idiot to refuse that.

"i love it, darlin', thank you," his smile was soft, genuine, one you only see him give to you, which is why you loved it so dearly.

"baby, who's kendrick lamar?"

BONUS #1

it was a late night, you were exhausted from working all day, and the 7 staircase climb wasn't ideal, now that the elevator in your block had stopped working. dumping all your stuff in the living room, quickly throwing on some clothes from the dryer and a quick bathroom visit, you nudged open the door to your bedroom.

you knew hobie was crashing at yours, it was more rare when he wasn't.

what you didn't expect was the sound of mellow, soft music coming from inside. continuing quietly, you peered around the door to see your boyfriend, barely under the covers, sound asleep on your bed. eyes scanning the room, you saw his phone, open on the mattress beside him.

silently stepping over, your heart melted at what you saw on his phone screen. the playlist you had made him, shuffled, playing through the speakers on his phone.

chest warm and full of adoration for this man, you leant down to place a kiss on his temple, smiling at the way his body reacted to your touch.

he was an angel, of sorts.

BONUS #2

though you complained about it at first, hobie would definitely need music to fall asleep to. sometimes he was so tired that the second his head hit the pillows and his arms wrapped themselves around you, he was asleep. but mainly, he played music from the speakers in either of your rooms.

the only issue with this, however, is that his music was never stereotypical sleeping music.

whilst only on a low volume, just something to keep his mind from fuzzing too much as he tried to sleep, you weren't a stranger to falling asleep to the likes of ramones, dead kennedys, motörhead, sex pistols, etc.

he loved you for it though, beyond grateful with your patience with him.

a/n: golly gosh i love this man so much

[princemick]

can you share a tutorial on how to make a sticker sheet? it’s an amazing idea!! you’re very good at what you do :-)

Yeah ofc! It's a pretty simple process but I'm gonna explain how to get from this.

to this!

all you're gonna need is a pic you wanna stickerfye and photoshop!

step 1:

cut that puppy out!

(I like using the polygonal lasso most of the time bc I like the handcut vibe but if u have ps2024 u can use the build in cut out feature or any other way to cut it out on older versions w round stuff I tend to mix polygoal lasso and magic wand to select the pic I want)

now mask it n ur layers shud look like this

and then convert it back into a smart object (right click n 'vonvert to smart object) now if u delete ur background layer, ur file shud look like this

n ur layers like this

step 2:

now that u have ur sticker cut out we're gonna throw a little filter on it to make it a little sharper and ass noise to get it ready for the filter effect!

this is the smart filter settings I use for pictures which you get to by going to filter -> sharpen -> smart sharpen

and then I add a 10% noise amount to the pic. the difference shouldn't be to different but it is gonna make an impact on the filter we're adding to it! but this is what it looks like now!

Step 3:

now we're gonna make sure our colours are what we want the sticker to be down at the bottom of your workspace right there

for the valentines day look I'm gonna use pink BUT for this effect make sure ur darkest colour is on top. my colours are gonna look like this!

(important for this is that for your bottom light colour you can go lighter! so make sure you dont use direct white or anything to close to it!)

NOW. we're gonna make sure we have the layer with picture we wanna make into a sticker selected and go to filter -> filter gallery

now your thing is probably gonna look smth like this SO

where you're gonna go is to the tab with 'sketch' and select the halftone pattern

and then this is the settings I'm gonna use for that but you gotta play around w it how you like

and then you're gonna click the little plus at the bottom right here

and then select in again, the sketch folder. torn edges.

these are the settings I'm using but again, play around w it until it looks good to you!

and then you click OK, it's gonna load a little and now you're pic shud look like this and your layer like that!

Step 4:

we're gonna convert this layer into a smart filter again. now to make it look like a sticker we're gonna double click to layer and go into the layer style. we're gonna go to stroke and add a border around it like this

make sure it's lighter then the lightest colour you used for your filter effect

then we're gonna click on the little plus on the left side and add another stroke layer

which is gonna look like this! make sure it's a very very thin light grey line. this is the thing that's gonna make it look like it can be picked off and work as a sticker!

then we're gonna add ONE more stroke layer

you're going to make this last bottom layer the same colour as the light border colour you used in the first layer!

which is gonna look something like this!

your graphic in your preview is gonna look smth like this now!

we're gonna click OK again. and basically. you're basically all done now!

Step 5:

we're gonna make it look kinda printed/paper esc now!

we're gonna start by converting our layer into a smart object again so we flatten our image.

we're first gonna go into filter -> blur -> box blur. and we're gonna box blur by 2

then. we're gonna go into filter -> stylize -> diffuse -> darken only

and lastly. filter -> noise -> add noise by 7%

and ok that is your last step. your sticker is done!

extra step 6:

how to make it look like its on a sheet in plastic. basically you add a little box at the back which is gonna be a lil darker then your stroke layers like this

we're gonna add the same blur -> diffuse -> noise layers as we just added to the sticker to the box

then I'm gonna use this pic to overlay

just add it overtop ur sticker and box. make sure its the same size as the box you just made and then make that a linear burn layer which means it's gonna look like this

we're gonna copy the plastic layer put that under your linear burn layer and make it a hard light layer and get the opacity down a little which means its gonna look like this now

and that's it. ur done. you can add a bunch of adjustment layers until you like the shadow/colour etc. you can add more effect layers or add a little drop shadow to ur paper whatver u vibe w but this is the basic stuff! that's how ya make it look like a lil sticker!

[shrimshrim4fun]

Smile for the camera, dear director~

Background- As we know and love, Deren… she’s a virgin. A pathetic one to say the least. So I present to you…. Showing Deren how to eat you out and fucking you.

Warnings: You probably ain’t gonna read this cause yall Deren fans will will proabably just scroll off but for the others- incudes crying, filming while you fuck ( forgot what it’s called), pet names, and other stuff that I’m gonna forget to add but it’s just gonna be smut in general. Men please don’t interact or anyone that not comfortable :)

Background: Deren as an Alpha sounds a bit weird to be but here’s what I think. Though as an alpha she never fucked an omega before. When her rut comes she hides in her room and just waits for it to end. But after meeting you as her new to behold girlfriend some things changed. It’s not really an alpha x omega dynamic as much but I tried my best. Never wrote shit like this before. Um she does have a dick :)

Deren whines as she rests between you. Your legs around her waist as you both lay on the bed. “Something wrong, dearie” You ask, amused due to you knowing her rut is coming. You have been keeping count of when her rut was due so you knew this was the perfect moment for you to strike. “N-nothing” she mutters softly as she clutches onto the back of your shirt tightly. “Oh are you sure now, you don’t seem ok” you tease as she lets out a small whine. You feel her erection rise up as she lays between your legs. “Oh do you need some help, dearie” you ask as you lift your hips a little so it bumps slightly into you through your clothed pussy. Deren tries to hold in a whine before whimpering “P-please I need it I-i need you” A smirk crosses your lips as you ask “ Then let’s not keep you waiting any longer” you hum before slipping off your shirt. Deren sits up now, though still between your legs seeming like an… eager puppy waiting for its treat. Clipping off your bra and throwing it aside you ask with an amused tone “Like what you, puppy?” She nods eagerly as she looks at you. Though you kept on your panties as you commanded the director to take off her clothes.

“Let’s see how inexperienced you are, eh” you tell her as you pat your leg. “H-huh?” A small yet simple sound that made you giggle. “Come on get on my thigh” you tell her with a small smile. “Oh um yeah” she mumbles as she straddles your thigh. “Ride” you tell her as she blinked at you. You sigh before explaining “Move your hips against my leg, like how cowboys ride horses in movies” She nods and finally understands something as her mind clouds up. Tears still pricking her eyes as she tries to ride your thigh. You giggle at the sight before thinking of something. Deren notices your attention not ok her has a little frown on her face though she still tries to ride your thigh. Her hands grip the sheets tighter as you reach and grab a camera from a drawer before telling her “Look at the camera, dearie” you tell her as a smug smile spreads on your face once again. Her eyes stretch in surprise as she sees the camera. “Are you ok with this?” You ask and she nods quickly. A weak smile on her lips before moaning as you move your thigh. Tears stream down her eyes again as she looks breathless; it hasn’t even been 10 minutes yet. “Y-you won’t p-post online r-right” she asks as she tries to get more stimulation from your thigh. “Of course I won’t, this is for my eyes only, pretty girl” Deren nods before continuing to ride your thigh before sucking in a breath. She moans before cum squirts from her dick. Her breath raged as she tries to recover from her orgasm. “On all fours, director” you tell her as you see her eyes widen. Though she obeys your command as tug your underwear off and speeding your legs in front of her. Her eyes widen as she stares at you from between your legs. “This was a very valuable lesson, I already told you about it, yes?” She nods as she stares at your pussy, never have you seen her concentrate on something this hard before. “Let’s see you what learned” you hum as you lean back against the soft pillows. In an instant Deren arches her back and dive into your pussy. Lapping at your inner folds which makes you moan softly. Her warm tongue then lapping at your clit and sucking on it gently. You moan even louder as you felt her tongue plunge inside you. Your other hand tightly gripping onto her hair as you leaned your head back against the head board of the bed.The arch of her back; a perfection as her nails claw at your thighs. The camera having the best view ( your perspective) of how the famous director was acting like such a whore. Sloppily eating you out as saliva dripped from your thighs and from her mouth. “Oh gosh, gotta cum” you breathe out before having your release on her face. She doesn’t waste a drop like the good puppy she is and continues to eat you out. “Puppy” you call up and Deren instantly perks up. A drunk like smile on her face as she looks at the camera. Probably already forgot you were recording tbh. And a little bit of your cum on the tip of her nose as you giggle slightly.

“You’ve been such a good girl, let me give you a reward. Get on your back” you tell her as she immediately gets on her back next to you. You look at her red erection as it came just from eating you out though you didn’t notice when she came. The camera still in your hand as a small smile of your face. She grips the sheets from under her as she grips the sheets. You lower yourself onto her dick in one smooth motion which caused a moan from both of you, though hers way louder than yours. “Ah-ah p-please move your hips” she whimpers pathetically as she looks up at you. You laugh at her eagerness before starting to move your hips. You pussy clench around her cock as you move your hips. She whimpers and cries out as she gripped tighter to the sheets. Tears started to prick at her eyes again as you went faster. “Ah- fuck” she whines before coming. Filling you up as you were all the way down her dick. She pants before realizing what she did. “I-I’m sor-” “Don’t worry I’m on the pill” you tell her with a warm smile before starting to ride her again. “Augh!” She moans at your sudden movement.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been riding Deren. Tears staining the pillows she was laying on as she came for the 6th time. I sigh before slipping off of her. Cum striping out of your pussy as she whimpers slightly from the loss of the warm sensation around her dick. You lay next to her, both breathless as she already looks knocked out by you. “How was it?” You ask. “Too good I can’t even describe in my scripts” she mumbles as she hugs you closely. You chuckle as you place the camera aside and whisper into her ear “You did so well for me on the camera, dear director.” You laugh at her reaction before running your hand through her hair.

Y’all this isn’t proof read but I hope you enjoy it. I hope the Deren fans don’t just bomb me the next day I wake up but oh well. I hope it’s good proabably never doing alpha x omega it’s too confusing 😓 I hope she’s in character but like yeah that’s it from me. Hope I cooked and y’all are well fed :3

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Teddy anon and ok here I go then lol and got multiple and you can choose which ones you wanna do...but one at the bottom I think would progress the story more and definitely show the...butterfly in the web thing more:

Ok imagine they start to calm down with the gift gifting (unless that is the affection y/n likes the most) and instead start to be more caring and affectionate, doing stuff for y/n and giving them lots of the type of affection that y/n likes the most...ex. touch like hugs or words of affirmation...basically love language that y/n likes the most (yandere twist if you want, they are trying to make y/n dependent on them and get y/n wrapped around their fingers...helplessly in their web lol!) Personally, for me, it's physical affection like hugs but that's just me...

Y/n gets a visit from DE eventually but DE just wanted to deliver it herself...maybe it's y/n's favorite dessert that they eat happily to both build up a better bond aaaand have an excuse to show up to kingdom to talk to cookies about their...plan...this ties in with bottom lol

And now for the on at the bottom...one I can see the most...well actually multiple since I thought of them while typing this out! Brain is a FACTORY for ideas about hyperfixations lmao!:

Ok had ideas for this I can see are...those theories about where y/n comes from? They are a distraction for y/n so they don't know that the cookies know EVERYTHING since I know yanderes love to learn about everything about their love...also can see, to prove to y/n that they love y/n for y/n, not because they see em as a God or possibly have powers...AND to make sure y/n is cut off with no way back to the human world/home (cookies: ...your home is with us now~)...say, at some point, they steal y/n's phone and download the data onto a cookie phone so y/n doesn't lose their numbers and stuff knowing that y/n would be devastated if they lost all their phone stuff buuut can't use their device to go home aaaaand destroy the human phone so y/n ends up with a cookie phone...

Also to add context so the thing above makes more sense:

Y/n might think everyone is only treating them nicely and stuff because of thinking they are their God and stuff and is scared the moment they realize y/n ISN'T their creator or God or anything...it wouldn't end well for them-

Not knowing the cookies already know...and just want y/n for y/n's adorably normal self...no godly powers, no overpowered protagonist whos fated to save the world...just y/n being...y/n.

O-O... I'll figure some way to make 'em all correlate.- I shall deliver teddy anon! (First one is probably gonna be easier than the other two cuz I'm very touch starved)

Side note: Not doing any yandere topics. Refrain from it next time pls

Part 1 - Part 2

Showered with love and affection pt3

Staying in the world of cookie run kingdom had been a pleasant experience to say the least. I mean, how could it not be? You were showered with gifts. But at some point the amount of gifts simmered down and became more filled with affectionate gestures.

Cookies would hug you or simply be close to you and it felt comforting. You felt more affection in this world than in your own. The kids would play with you, the cakehounds would do the snuggling and then the other cookies did all the other gestures. Whether it be holding your hand on a nice walk or hugging you. Cookies of any species, size and background would give you all the love and attention you desired.

One day, in the quiet of the night, you heard something- or at least- someone, at your window. You were beyond surprised when you walked over and opened the curtains to see it was Dark Enchantress cookie herself. You would've called for help but she quickly shushed you.

DE: Shhh shhh shhh- hey, don't panic. I'm not here for any ill intent.

Y/N: then why are you here?!

DE: I... wanted to give you something...

She gave you a basket, similar to the one the cakehound delivered the other day. Only this one was a bit bigger and more... extravagant.

Y/N: What's this?

DE: Look inside.

You cautiously took a look inside.

Only to find that it was full of some of your most favorite treats and goodies. Your eyes widened a bit as you looked up at her.

Y/N: This... this isn't a trick, right?

DE: No tricks. I saw that the other members gave you a basket and I anted to give you my own separately

Y/N: And you came all the way here to do it?

DE: Hey! I can't have a mere basket of goods squander my reputation! Besides, better to do it myself and make sure the job is done than trust a mere cakehound to do it...

That just sounded like an excuse for her to give it to you in person, but you weren't gonna argue. This was very sweet, especially considering who it was coming from.

DE: Well this is my time to take my leave. Not a word about this to anyone, understood?

Y/N: Understood.

She gives a nod before leaving. Strange that even the most evil of cookies respected you this much. But you weren't truly complaining. In fact, you quite liked it.

As your weeks in this place dragged on to months you started to worry about something. How would the cookies react if they found out you were just some normal person and not the god/goddess they had been treating you like. What if they were infuriated that you weren't some kind of savior they assumed you were? Should you leave before they get too attached?

Believe it or not, the cookies already knew. From the moment they brought you here they knew you weren't some heavenly being. And they didn't care. Because they loved you for you. They loved every quality, every flaw, everything about you. To them you were the most treasured being to walk earthbread and they cared about you, regardless of what you were and what you weren't

Though, they were a bit iffy about allowing you to return home. The idea seemed more unappealing than crumbling. For this, they took your phone and copied all the data onto a cookie phone so it still had every quality your phone had, but couldn't give you access to your world.

However, they didn't completely destroy your phone, but rather locked it away. Although they never wanted you to ever leave, they knew they had no right to fully restrict your freedom. Despite how much the idea dreaded them, they couldn't force you to stay permanently against your will. If you truly wish to leave, they had to let you.

Besides, it's not like you could leave forever. They'd find a way to bring you back.

[divinelolita]

nah cause listenn

subtop bratty tom kaulitz😍(couldn't remember the bill one so i'll give you a freaking tom one instead.) maybe he's flirting with other girls at a club event or party and he knows that reader(male btw) doesn't enjoy it when he does that because he knows tom is doing it just to annoy him knowing he would say he'd stop bro😚

so reader pulls him into the bathroom or wherever you choose and rides tom until his dick(that feels so weird to say cuz i usually say wiener💀) feels limp and reader is making sure toms not touching him in any way and you can add some other stuff if you'd likeee

can be a full fic or your bullet points do you bae😘

bro I got butterflies reading that omg 😨😨..my writing (esp for smut) isn't good at all but ill try just 4 u 😋.

SUBTOP! TOM KAULITZ X MALE READER

(contains nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!)

M/N couldn't help but glare at Tom, watching as the dreadhead flirted with some girl and brushed his fingertips up her arm. Watching how he would push a strand of her hair behind her ear. Or how he would give her that smile- that damned smile- that made her stutter on her words. M/N didn't even know why they were at this club in the first place, something about Tom wanting tobspend time with the band. M/N wouldn't have care if Tom wasn't being such a dick and flirting with random strangers. The voice of Tom telling M/N he 'wouldn't do it' anymore echoed in his head. Bullshit. The (color) haired boy took another sip of his drink, barley tasting the flavour as he watched Tom turn his head, ever so slightly, I the direction of M/N. He could faintly see a smirk on Tom's face, before the dreadhead turned back to the girl infront of him.

M/N grit his teeth, silently fuming as he felt a hot flush wash over his face. His clothes felt too hot on his body. Deep down he knew Tom didn't really like the girl- or he hoped he didn't. Tom just loved to get a rise out of him, seeing M/N's reaction to what he did. By now M/N would have stepped in, going to stand by Tom and silently scold him. But M/N really, really wanted to see just how far Tom would go. He watched as the boy glided his hands down the girls waist, slightly swaying to the beat of the song playing in the background. M/N nearly dropped his drink as he watched the girl put her arms around Tom's neck, pulling herself closer. He could hear Georg faintly whispering to him, but he just couldn't pay enough attention to his friend.

M/N forced down a hard swallow, contemplating if he should step in now or layer, but Tom had already made that choice for him. The (color) haired boy watched, to his dismay, as Tom started to lean in slightly, inches away from the girls face. M/N abruptly stood up, Georg looking up at him with concern. The brunette watched as M/N stalked over to Tom, letting his hand drop on the dreadheads shoulder making him jump slightly. He felt M/N's fingers dig into him. To couldn't help but grin slightly as he turned to the boy heind him slowly. "Your brother wants you." M/N grinded out, trying to sound cold and unbothered although Tom could tell he was anything but.

He silently apologized to the girl he was holding as he slugged away his hands from her waist. The girl frowned for a minute before turning to her side, going back to her own group of friends. As soon as she dissapeared, M/N tugged at Tom's arm and dragged him away. "Aggh..!" Tom groaned silently, trying to keep up with your fast pace. "Ermm... Wha'cha so mad at me for?" he teased, knowing damn well what you were so angry at. "Shut up." You murmured, getting closer to the nearest bathroom. Tom's eyes widened- he actually expected you to at least pull him to the car! "Woah woah-wait-" he started, trying to pull away from your grip a he pouted, although you ignored him and dragged him in, pushing him back into the stall. His eyes widened like saucers.

"Not even gonna try to go to the car?" He chuckled, although it sounded more nervous than his usual confident self. "Stop being such a fucking brat and sit." You spoke, pulling off your shoes as you began to undo your belt. He flushed, before clearing his throat as he lazily tossed his head to the side, grinning. "Or what..?" he mumbled, his voice low and throaty as he felt himself get slightly hard. He shrank back a little as you glared at him, quirking an eyebrow. "What was that?" you pondered aloud, stilling your movements. "... Yessir." he whispered, sitting down as he also undid his belt.

You both pulled your pants off and tossed them to the side. You stood infront of him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as he blushed, shuddering under your strong gaze. ".. Lube?" you muttered, a finger going down to tease the head of his cock. He gasped slightly, trying to hold back from bucking up. "N-no.." he whined quietly. You groaned to yourself, tapping a finger to Tom's thigh asvyou thought to yourself. You griamced at the idea, but there's no way your going raw. You leaned down, onto your knees as you spat on his dick, going to rub it all over. He whimpered, his thighs already shaking as he panted slightly. "M/N- oh god.." his hand went to reach for your hair, butyou swatted his hand away with your free hand and tightened your grip.

"No." you muttered, looking him dead in the eye. His eyes widened again, flickering side to side from your (colored) ones. "B-but-" you shushes him, squeezing his thigh soft enough that it wouldn't leave a bruise, but hard enough to hurt like a bitch. He silenced himself, throwing his head back as you continued to move your hands. Once you felt he was slippery enough, you thanked the gods that you had prepped earlier today (cuz I'm not writing allat lol). You rose from your earlier position, going to seat yourself. "AHH!" he moaned, before covering his mouth with hisvhand trying to keep quiet due to being in an open space. You smiled to yourself, only having taken half of him in.

You griamced as you lowered yourself more, feeling him fill you up. You heard soft whimpers come from his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut for a second before he locked eyes with you. Once you were at the bottom of his base, you let out a soft moan a you shivered in delight. He squeezed his eyes once again, expecting you to move, but when you didn't he blinked up at you with glossy eyes, playing with the lip ring he had. "Ughhh.. Move!" he whined, his hand traveling to your waist to try to get you going, but he whimpered as you smacked his hands away. "No." you repeated once again. "This is for going against your words, don't touch me." you declared, holding back a giggle as you saw how pitiful his face looked, his eyes widening as he looked at you shocked. "W-what?! That's n-not fair!" he whined, furrowing his eyebrows. He gasped loudly as you sat almost all the way back up before slamming back down, making him cry out. "No? I think it's very fair.." you mutter, continuing bouncing up and down. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back.

"You can't just say things and not go along with them.." you ground out, moaning softly as you shuddered in pleasure. "Ughhhnnn... M/N..!~" he said inbetween pants, his eyes rolling back. He yelped loudly as you quickened your pace, going faster and faster. "Oh fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he whimpered, thighs shaking uncontrollably. You moaned loudly, whining softly to yourself as you leaned in to peck his lips quickly, but he put his hands on your neck. You stilled your movements, making him whine at the loss pleasure. "No... Keep going!" he ground out, trying to buck his hips upwards. You put pulled away from his hands, before putting your own on his shoulder as you gripped tightly. "Why are you being such a brat? What did I say about touching me?" you raised an eyebrow as you cocked your head to the side.

"Mmmmnnh.. I'm s-sorry!" he hiccuped, panting softly. You hummed, going back to the pace you he was screaming at. "AGGH!" he shouted, bucking his hips up to match your pace. You shushed him, although you couldn't help but let out a few moans yourself. "So good for me... such a good boy." you mumbled, rubbing your hand over his chest as you picked up the pace yet again, if that was even possible. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, a warning he was getting close. You smiled to yourself, an idea in mind. You grabbed onto his shoulders as you went faster, going all the way up to the tip before going all the way back down. Tom moaned, his eyes screwed shut. "Oh... M/N! M/N, M/N! I love you-" he shouted at the end, cumming deep inside you with a howl. His dick felt limp and soft now, as he waited for you to get up off him. But no- you continued your movements.

"Mmngnn! M-M/N??" he wailed, feeling overstimulated as his dick began to harden again. He whined loudly as the pleasure mixed with pain. "I haven't came yet. Don't be so selfish." you snarked, going back to a pace you loved.

You were gonna be here for some time, although Tom wasn't complaining.

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[green-alien-turdz]

Do you have any advice for drawing backgrounds? I want to start drawing them more but they intimate me and perspective seems really difficult

I can try! I kinda suck at givin advice, but here we go

When drawin backgrounds, you almost wanna think of them as their own characters with the details you add n put into them. Rooms n homes are the best ways to express this bcuz you can add details like decor that represents those who live there n shit. You can draw the wear n tear on things, the aging, etc. Of course, a lot homes aren't gonna be as maximalist as I like to draw lol but that doesn't mean they don't have their own charm. Even when it comes to drawin the outside, there's so many little details that make the whole piece. Even a vast open desert has rocks, cracks, heat waves n alla that. Now that's just talkin about details, if perspective is what you need to work on, there's a few exersizes for that I guess.

You wanna focus on depth. Now not every scene has to have a lot bcuz sometimes that's just not the perspective or location, but depth is kinda important. Think of what's in the foreground (closest), middle ground, and the WAY way background. The two best ways to really capture this depth can be 1) Forest/nature scenes, and 2) Lookin through a window.

Practice by drawin the things you see. Like wherever you're sittin, draw your perspective from right there (includin things close to you in the foreground). This can help gain a better understanding of shots n scenes in different locations n understandin the perspective. These drawings don't have to be the most beautiful thing, just take in the depth n perspective. Take a very impressionistic style if you wanna.

I think the best advice I can give ya is to REALLY take in your surroundings. Every now n then, just take a moment to take in all of the little details in a room, in public, outside, on transit, etc. Look for the things that everyone sees but it's such commonplace that no one really notices. The beauty of backgrounds is that they can say a lot about a character, a places history, etc. Backgrounds tell their own mfin story.

But yeah, perspective can be kinda tricky, so imma go back to those two depth practices I recommended. Gonna do some quick lil shitty sketches to show you what I mean on like gettin that shit in. (Sorry for the crumply paper, my cat sat his wet ass on it). These are just to get an idea of what the practices can look like! They're not te end all be all. Spend as much or as little time as you want. It's all about learnin, man

I don't know how helpful this was. Sorry about that, dude. The best advice I can give is to just keep practicin. Everythin seems intimidating at first. Ya just gotta take the stride forward and keep tryin. It doesn't matter where you are with backgrounds now, bcuz with an effort made you'll see improvement each n every time. I've seen some of your stuff, man, I know you got this shit. Good luck!

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things i predict will happen in the upcoming books

• the detective will be cage-gassed. (it's physical also i doubt that it's magic so it would work on them)

• Tina/Verda will get kidnapped if they know.

• N will go into the berserk state and hurt detective (im willing to bet my money on that this is book 5 stuff)

• A and M relationship inevitably begins at the end of book 4

• The mayor learns/ already knows the stunt Rebecca has been pulling (Book 4 since Sera has been saying he will have an intense role in book 4)

• Douglas will go rogue if you are hard on him enough

• Aunt big baddie reveal either at the end of book 4 or in the middle of book 5

• book 6 has no direct villain and is more so focused on picking up the pieces of whatever the fuck is gonna happen in book 5

• murphy will come back by attacking the detective if he escaped in the first book

• book 7 is like an endgame event where everyone the detective won over as allies (maa-luse, sin etc) comes back to fight the supernatural rogues.

• rook will make an appearence one way or another.

• rebecca will not die but will get very hurt (book 5)

• F will get kidnapped in book 5 (there is this ask where someone asks sera what would each UB member would tell to past version of themselves about their romance with the detective and F says 'They came for you')

• Drinking the detective's blood thing will happen as a last resort after the LI takes a mortal wound from the aunt big baddie. (book 5)

• If your relationship with bobby is good, A's route will use this factor the most and the detective will have the choice to get closer with Bobby while A foams at the mouth in the background.

• M's crystal is going to be broken by a villain (maybe book 5) and theu will go delulu for a while as they regain their memories.

• Douglas will hurt the mayor bad in an argument they have if he is a supernatura

• If Auntie exists, her name will be either choosable or just the whitest name you can imagine

• ending of the LT (who you will be sticking permanently with will be at the end of book 4 OR towards the end of book 5

•In book 5, LT, A's and M's routes will take a back seat when it comes to angst while F and N's will get worse.

• Alima (the girl thats in love with M) will come up to the detective and be like 'leave them while you can before they hurt you' ORRR 'whats so special about you? why didn't they want me but they want you?' OR BOTH before M shows up and goes 'go the fuck away' and has a fight with her.

• A's love confession will be right before the offical relationship starts. So like they will go 'I LOVE YOU!!!' and then, like maybe a few chapters later or right after it will be offical

this is it for now. i will add as i come up with more.

[lousypotatoes]

Killshot - Seong Gi-hun

"If I wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind

Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it

If I fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind

Yeah, I knew it, I've been through it~"

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Killshot - Magledena Bay

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Some things you should know before reading!

Since this is Squid Game, obviously this will contain murder and death, and other fun stuff. I don't know if I'm gonna add any smut, but if I do, please know that you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please read with caution.

Also, Y/N will be around the same age as Gi-Hun, two years younger than him. Just had to throw that out there because I don't want people thinking their age gap is huge.

Prologue

The neon haze of Seoul shimmered in puddles of rainwater, broken by the occasional ripple of passing footsteps. 

Y/N barely noticed the lights anymore. What once felt like the pulse of the city, the bright signs, the endless noise, had become nothing more than background to the heavy silence in her own mind.

Her stomach was empty, and so was her wallet.

She stepped off the last bus of the night, pulling her coat tighter around herself. Even though it was almost summer, Y/N felt safer in the confines of her coat. It was going to be another long night.

Y/N had lost track of how many times she had done this, getting off the bus after a long day of job hunting, her feet aching, her head throbbing, only to return home with nothing.

It wasn't that she wasn't willing to work. She would take anything at this point. But every job came with the same problem. The moment her past came up, the doors slammed shut.

Her resume didn't help. No college degree, no special skills. Just a long stretch of missing years that she could never explain. A factory job might have taken her if she were stronger. A hostess gig might have worked if she were younger. But she was past the age where men threw money at her just to smile.

 Now, they just looked at her like she was used up.

She had tried to make ends meet however she could. Cleaning offices. Selling cheap accessories in a market stall. Temporary jobs that lasted a week before they let her go. It was never enough.

And now, she was drowning in debt.

Rent alone was over 2.4 million won. The electricity bill had been overdue for two months, and the gas company had already sent a final notice. But the worst of it was the loan shark.

She had told herself she would never go back to them.

That part of her life was over.

But when she lost her last job, she had run out of options. The moneylender had smiled when she walked into his office, flipping through a stack of crisp bills like they meant nothing. She had taken just enough to survive, promising herself she'd pay it back quickly. But the interest had piled up faster than she could keep track. 15 million won. That was just this month. Next month, it would be even worse.

If she didn't pay, she knew what would happen.

The first time she was late, they sent a polite reminder. A simple phone call.

The second time, they sent a man to her apartment. He didn't hurt her, just stood in her doorway, smiling, asking when she planned to pay up. A subtle threat.

She didn't want to know what would happen the third time.

Her apartment was a box, barely big enough for a mattress, a small table, and a rusted sink that leaked whenever she turned the faucet too hard. The walls were thin, and she could hear her neighbor arguing with someone over the phone.

She barely had time to take off her shoes before she heard the knock.

Her stomach twisted.

She knew who it was before she even opened the door.

Her landlady stood outside, arms crossed, eyes sharp and tired all at once.

"You're late again," she said.

"I know," Y/N murmured.

"I've given you enough chances." The woman sighed, glancing down the hall like she didn't want to do this. But she was a landlord, and landlords didn't care about sob stories. "If you don't have it by the end of the week, you're out."

Y/N swallowed hard. "Just give me three more days."

The landlady exhaled, staring at her like she was already gone. "Three days. That's all."

The door shut, leaving  Y/N alone in the silence.

She let out a shaky breath and slid down to the floor, pressing her hands against her face.

She had three days.

And no way to come up with the money.

Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but she ignored it. She had one pack of instant ramen left, and she needed to save it. Maybe she'd eat it tomorrow. Maybe the day after.

Lying on the mattress, she stared at the ceiling, her mind racing.

Could she find another job in three days? Doubtful.

Could she ask someone for money? No one she knew had anything to spare.

Could she—

She stopped herself.

Her thoughts had started drifting toward that again.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to think of something else. But the memories crept in, uninvited.

She remembered the first time, when she was younger, scared, desperate. She had told herself it would just be for a little while, just until she got back on her feet. But 'a little while' had turned into years.

The men had been faceless back then, just transactions. They didn't care who she was, only what she gave them. And she had given everything—her time, her body, her dignity.

She had left that world behind. She had sworn she'd never go back.

But dignity didn't pay the rent.

And she was running out of choices.

She used to love Seoul. When she was younger, she had dreamed of coming here, of making something of herself. Now, the city just felt like a machine, grinding people down and spitting them out.

She thought of the businessmen in their suits, stepping over the homeless like they were trash. The college girls laughing outside cafés, sipping expensive coffee like life had never touched them.

She wasn't part of that world.

She had never been.

The night stretched on, endless and suffocating.

Eventually, sleep took her. But even in her dreams, there was no escape, just endless corridors of unpaid bills, empty wallets, and doors that never opened.

The ramen barely filled her stomach, but Y/N forced herself to eat it slowly, letting the salty broth linger on her tongue as if that would somehow trick her body into feeling full.

Her apartment was unbearably cold. The gas had been shut off weeks ago, and she couldn't afford a heater. She sat curled on her mattress, wrapped in the thin blanket she had since she was a teenager. The fabric was worn, filled with holes, but it was the only thing she had left that reminded her of a time before life had become a constant struggle.

The knocking came just as she set down the empty bowl.

Not the landlady again.

This was different.

It was louder. Heavier.

A bad feeling coiled in her stomach.

She didn't move. Maybe if she stayed quiet, they'd go away.

The knocking turned into pounding.

"Open up, Y/N"

Y/N's heart stopped.

Kyung-ho.

The loan shark. The man who had given her that "loan" when she was desperate, and now, he was coming to collect.

She froze for a moment, the cold sweat creeping down the back of her neck. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat.

She moved toward the door, slow, each step feeling like it took longer than the last. As she reached the handle, the knocking turned to pounding, vicious and unrelenting.

"Open up, Y/N." Kyung-ho's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now. The patience was gone.

She hesitated for only a second, her fingers gripping the handle so tightly her knuckles turned white. When she opened the door, the moment she saw his face, she knew it was too late to beg for mercy.

His smile was cold, stretched thin. There was nothing warm about it.

Behind him were two men. Big. Unfamiliar. Their presence alone made the small room feel suffocating, their massive frames filling the doorway, blocking her escape.

"You've got a lot of nerve, Y/N," Kyung-ho said, stepping inside like he owned the place. His shoes clicked against the floor as he moved past her, his eyes scanning the dingy, cramped apartment. "I thought you understood how this works by now."

"I—I just need a little more time," Y/N stammered, trying to steady her voice, but the words came out thin, weak. She could feel her hands shaking at her sides, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Kyung-ho chuckled, the sound cold and mocking. He turned to the larger man, nodding toward the small table in the corner. "Take a look around. It's pathetic, isn't it?"

Y/N's heart raced. "Please, just give me a little more time," she begged, her voice cracking.

The other man stepped forward, a mountain of muscle, and grabbed Y/N by the wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush her bones. Without warning, he slammed her against the wall, the sharp impact knocking the breath from her chest.

Kyung-ho watched, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think we're stupid? That we don't know you're running out of time?" He stepped closer, looming over her. "You've been promising for weeks, and now look at you. You can't even pay the smallest of debts. You're useless, Y/N."

Y/N's pulse was a drumbeat in her ears as she struggled to breathe, her back throbbing from the impact. She tried to pull away, but the man's hand held her firm, his grip like a vice.

Kyung-ho reached into his jacket and pulled out a small knife. He held it up casually, spinning it between his fingers, his gaze never leaving her face. "This is your last warning, Y/N. You know what happens when people like you don't pay up."

She stared at the blade, fear flooding her chest. She had seen the bruises on people who had crossed him before. She had seen what happened when people didn't honor their debts.

Kyung-ho took a step closer, the knife held loosely in his hand, like a toy. "Next time, we won't just break your things. We'll break you."

With a sudden move, he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him. His fingers dug into her skin, cold and merciless. "You think you can hide in this little hole of an apartment and just pretend everything's fine? No, Y/N. People like you don't get to hide."

The two men stepped closer, looming over her like predators closing in. One of them grabbed her arm again, twisting it painfully behind her back as she gasped.

"Get out," she croaked, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

Kyung-ho leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "You're lucky I'm feeling rather nice today. I'll be back in three months. That's plenty of enough time to get my money.  And if I don't see my money... well, I'll make sure you regret it."

He slammed his hand into the wall beside her head, making her flinch, before stepping back with a satisfied grin.

The man holding her arm shoved her forward, sending her crashing to the floor. She lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, too terrified to move.

Kyung-ho's voice echoed in her ears as the door slammed shut behind them. "Two months. Get the money, or we'll be back."

For a long moment, Y/N didn't move. She stayed on the floor, her body aching, her mind spinning. She could still feel the cold press of the knife against her skin, the bruising grip of the man's hands, the weight of Kyung-ho's words pressing down on her.

She had three months.

And in three months,  everything could end.

sighhh i love writing

lets me channel my inner diva

two uploads in one day baby im on a roll

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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