#I’m joking this was literally so fun to draw

[can-of-w0rmz]

I drew furry Sweeney Todd to troll my friends. This is, however, your sign that I can draw furries. Please commission me.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[ch-go-crazy-yall]

Misc drawings I’ve had for ages.

No, I don’t think I have a favorite.

[quirinah]

ive gone completely insane

[mrsbarnesblog]

I always get what I want

masterlist

requests are open

summary: when you're not in the mood to go out of the house, you find a way to change Rafe's mind

words count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, established relationship, unprotected p in v, one use of a word 'slut', spanking, hair pulling, slightly mean Rafe

a/n: for anyone wondering how the said dress looks like

“I’m not in the mood to go out today, Ray. Why can’t we just stay home, hm?” You yawned, stretching your body on the king-sized bed and then turning around to look at your boyfriend. 

“It’s just a dinner and everyone is going to be there. I already promised that we’re attending, baby.” He crossed his arms over his chest, immediately drawing your attention to his tanned biceps and the way his fitted shirt stretched around them. “C’mon, get up.”

“But you didn’t even ask me about—No-o-o!” You whined when Rafe’s hands wrapped around your legs, dragging you out of bed. As he playfully patted your ass and manhandled you into standing, you gave him a furious glare. “Fine, asshole. I will get dressed.” You pushed past your boyfriend, already knowing one trick that will send him over the edge and that will guarantee you a quiet and peaceful evening. 

“Mhm, find something cute, but don’t take too long, ‘kay?” You rolled your eyes, going into the wardrobe attached to your bedroom.

You had never dressed quicker, and when after a few minutes Rafe heard you going back into the room with your heels clicking on the wooden floor, he was ready to joke about it, until he looked up from his phone and saw what exactly you were wearing. 

It was probably the shortest black lace dress in existence, which barely even covered your ass cheeks and had a slid from both sides of your legs as if there were something more to show. Rafe’s eyes slowly went up, only a few seconds later noticing that besides the “dress” itself, you wore only thongs, which meant that your tits were basically on full display.  

You bought it just for fun, for a few dollars during one of your shopping sprees, hoping to surprise Rafe with it, but it turned out even better than you imagined. He was speechless, to say the least. 

“You are not fucking wearing it.” He jumped up from the bed, looking down at you with wide eyes. You tried to hold back a smile. Rafe was so predictable and you loved every second of it. 

“Why not? It’s cute and goes perfectly with my heels. Give me like fifteen minutes to do my makeup and we can go.” You turned around but Rafe quickly caught you by the wrist and pulled you back to face him.

"You know I like your short skirts and sexy dresses, but I will not let you go out looking like that. Your whole ass is out and I can literally see your tits.” Rafe looked you up and down again; his eyes were full of hunger mixed with his usual grumpiness whenever you didn’t listen to him. 

“Stop saying what I can and cannot wear, Rafey. I always get what I want. And I hate when you think that you can boss me around. I am wearing it, whether you like it or not. You asked me to go somewhere at the last minute, and this is the only outfit I have not worn yet, so don’t complain." Giving his cheek a soft pat, you headed to your vanity, but was again dragged back, but this time it was different.

Your back hit Rafe’s chest. One of his arms found its place on your stomach and the other one took a gentle yet firm hold of your throat. Your breath hitched when you felt a growing bulge pressing against your ass, and Rafe began pushing you toward the bed. 

“Always have to be so fucking stubborn.” He mumbled as he bent you over, shamelessly pushing your face into the soft blanket, making you stay in a not-so-comfortable position with your ass up and still in your heels. 

“My heels. Take it off.” You whined, not even trying to fight your boyfriend back. 

“If you decided to play on my nerves today, then you’ll be good just like that, babe.” Rafe suddenly slapped your ass, making you hiss and twitch forward. Because of your position, the hem of your dress slipped even higher, leaving nothing for the imagination. 

Rafe licked his lips, soothing the irritated skin of your ass and enjoying the beautiful view in front of him. With the dinner long forgotten, he was completely focused on you and painfully hard in his jeans. While his left hand still stayed on your lower back to keep you in place, he pushed your legs wider away from each other and took off a skimpy piece of fabric that you called underwear. 

You moaned as the chill air of the room touched your bare skin, subconsciously moving your hips back to feel Rafe’s touch. He chuckled as he quickly undid his pants and shoved them down his thighs, revealing his already hard cock. 

“Why can’t you just listen to me, hm? You are insane to even try to go out in that pathetic excuse of a dress." Rafe mumbled, more as if he were talking to himself, too focused on looking at the way his tip was sliding up and down your pussy, already glistering with your juices. “Don’t get me wrong, you definitely can wear it around the house; I won’t mind. But just for my eyes only.” 

As much as you tried to concentrate on Rafe’s words, it was hard to do so when he slowly sank into you, making you whine and grip the fabric under your hands. He rarely did it without giving you a proper preparation with his fingers or mouth, but it was his way of showing you that he wasn’t happy with your behaviour. Rafe gave your ass another slap, before reaching his hand to gently grab your hair and yank your head back. 

“Pay attention to what I'm saying, baby.” You were stretched to the limit, still sensitive to the size of him every time you two had sex. Rafe set a steady pace, fucking you like he did whenever he was pissed off—fast, deep and rough. “You’re mine to look at. So, you better save that little thing for when I get home from work, do you understand?"  

Your eyes rolled back in your head as whimpers slipped past your lips with every push of Rafe’s cock in your tight cunt. He gripped the hair in his hand a little tighter, still waiting for an answer from you and you had no choice but to try to nod and mumble something incoherent. 

When two fingers of Rafe’s free hand suddenly pressed on your clit and started moving in a circular motion, your hips jerked forward, squeezing him inside of you even harder. If Rafe knew one thing for sure, it was how your body worked and all the little tricks that made you see stars. He held you firmly in place, feeding his cock to your hungry pussy and not caring about you trying to get away from the overstimulation. 

“Don’t fuckin’ move or I’ll edge you till you cry. Don’t want to do that again, do you?” Rafe mumbled, effortlessly sliding his cock deeper into you, noticing the way your ass was jiggling with every deep thrust. He felt your wetness spreading on his fingers and sliding down your thighs, probably making a mess on his clothes too. 

“That’s too much— Rafe, Rafe, Ra-afe!” You cried out loud as he pushed your head backwards more to have a look at your face. That famous smirk appeared at the sight of your fucked out face with tears in your eyes and swollen lips. 

“If you want to dress like a slut, you’re gonna be treated like one.” He spat, then finally released your hair, instead pushing your head into the bed. 

It felt like Rafe’s cock was now even deeper, and the pace that he was using was too hard to handle. You whined his name, fisting the blanket and crying in ecstasy at his magical work with your pussy. 

“That’s right.” His praise came with a hard slap on your ass. “Same my name when you cum on my dick.” 

“Rafe! Oh god, Rafe! D-don’t stop!” He didn’t stop abusing your hole even when you reached your orgasm. Neither when your body literally started shaking from overstimulation and you were begging to let you go. 

It didn’t take him long to get to an end, suddenly pulling out of you and spilling his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. “Fuck, yeah! Lookin’ so pretty covered in me.” Rafe chuckled, gripping your ass cheeks and shamelessly looking as his release was sliding down to your flattering pussy. “Sorry, sweetheart. I guess I stained your dress and panties too.” He made a fake pout, moving away from you to admire his work from afar. 

“Asshole.” You grumbled, fully falling on your bed and hissing at the pain in your legs. Your eyes were closed, enjoying the tingles that still went through your body when you felt Rafe wiping a mess from your skin and then kneeling on the floor to take off your shoes. 

You looked at him when you felt bed moving under his weight. Rafe drew you closer with a smirk, resting your head on his naked chest. You smirked at him, and he raised an eyebrow at the strange sparkle in your eyes. 

“Whatcha smiling for, hm?” His hand sneaked down your back, reaching the irritated skin that he slapped multiple times, and gently rubbed to soothe the redness. 

“I always do and get what I want, Ray.” You giggled, tracing lines on his abs. 

“Well, not today, apparently.”

"Oh, baby, you are so naive to believe I was planning to attend the dinner in the first place." You bit your lip, holding back a smile at the confused look on your boyfriend’s face. “All I had to do was make you think with your dick and now we’re staying at home. Just like I wanted to.”

He shook his head in disbelief, with a smirk and tongue poking his cheek. “You’re such a brat.” A squeak escaped from you when your body suddenly changed positions and was pushed back on the bed as Rafe hovered over you. “Get ready for round two since you wanted to be so goddamn smart.” 

[nosyrobin]

Tiny request for twin reader with damian mabye they were seperated at birth aka talia gave bruce twin reader and kept damian but win reader has some kind of disability like walking with crutches and as soon as damian moves in he goes into protective brother mode and always tries to help twin reader

“I’m your protector.”

Damian Al ghul-Wayne x Disabled! Twinreader

Summary: separated from birth, Damian finds out you are disabled from walking. Knowing that you are his blood sibling, he can’t help but be protective over you

After Talia revealed to Damian he had a twin (brother/sister) that she gave away to his father all because you were disabled. He felt anger towards his mother and a little bit of betrayal.

How could she keep such a secret from him and the fact she just gave you away made him feel…protective.

He wants to know you are okay. He wants to make sure you are okay. So when he moved into his new room, he got a knock on his door. He opens it to see, you. You had crutches, smiling as your hand grip the crutches handle. “Brother! Oh my, we do look the same!” You were excited, happy. Damian immediately observed you, he sees you are pure of light. He was right to feel protective when you don’t know much of the words he is saying with his high vocabulary.

He draws and colors on your crutches, he likes to see the light in your eyes when he draws what you like on your crutches.

You both may be different, but his brotherly love is not. He’s always sitting by you, dinner, breakfast, lunch out of the manor, events, galas. He’s always there. Sure Bruce would try and tell Damian that you can protect yourself, maybe even that you can do things without his help. But you’re ten, just like him. So what did he do? Not listen to his father like he always do.

He’s happy to know you never wanted or tried to be Robin. His heart would break knowing that his precious half would try and fight. But that also meant you never learned how to protect yourself and fight mostly, making it worse for Damian to grasp.

Damian tried not to baby you much, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious at those random thoughts in the back of his head. “They’re gonna fall one day, what if no one is there to pick him up.” He would sometimes just sleep on a chair in your room incase you fall off your bed.

Damian would train Titus for whenever you fall and you can’t reach your crutches. He would have Titus use his body and guide you somewhere so you can get up.

“I’m your protector.” He would say when he sees you trying to get up and grab your crutches. But titus and him are already up and helping you. You laugh thinking he’s joking, but he’s not.

If you’re sick? Protectiveness levels are off the charts when he sees you cough and shake. Yeah he’s not going to school until you’re better. No way he’s leaving his sibling at home!

Would call pennyworth off his phone if you are homeschooled. Always checking up on you no matter what, it doesn’t matter if Alfred says you are okay. He wants to hear you say it.

If someone dared to make fun of you, he’s after them like the devil himself. If they dared to try and take your crutches, it’s gonna get wicked. Even god himself won’t be able to take Damian off the assailant.

Say you were also on the artistic route, he would absolutely treasure your art work. “It’s bad..” you said once, and Damian straight up lectured you about how art takes time and how beautiful your art work is to him no matter what.

I can see Jason saying it’s true the artwork looked terrible, and Damian just straight up chased him around angrily while you try to tell Damian it’s okay.

Titus adores you, and you adore Titus which makes Damian feel even better that Titus likes you. I mean who wouldn’t when literally you are the sunshine of the family.

Damian definitely have written letters to you when he was on “punishment” is what he called it when he had to go work with the titans. So when you visit him at the titans tower, he made sure most things were safe proof for you. Kory already knew you because of Dick. Kory tries to reason to Damian as he literally rips something apart because he deemed it as “unsafe.” But did he listen? No.

When beast boy playfully was play fighting with you, Damian was ready to cut Garfield’s head off. Only for you to wipe the floor of the green shapeshifter by using your crutch as a bat. Damian hid his sword with a smirk, maybe he doesn’t need to protect you much.

[thebirdsandthebats]

Okay @s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e I’m sure you know plenty BUT I’m going to use your wonderful and hilarious comment on this as an excuse to talk about Bernard, bc I realized recently that there are plenty of ppl who haven’t read most of the comics he’s been in. So get ready for my long overdue:

UNPACKING BERNARD DOWD + HIS TRAUMA (for those who cannot keep up with comics but want to get to know him)

So to start, Tim met Bernard years ago ofc, when they were in high school. It’s established pretty quick that Bernard is an extremely Unserious guy LMAO, the first thing he does is literally circle Tim and try to feel him out socially, see what kind of guy he is. He’s the kind of guy who gets himself in trouble with his big mouth, and seems to enjoy poking at Tim and testing his patience. By the time we meet Bernard again in the recent years, he’s grown a lot, but at his core he’s still the light-hearted, fun, goofy guy with very strong opinions. Just less stand-offish, maybe

Throughout the time Tim spends at this school though, Bernard does experience some wild shit. He lost Darla (somebody he really cared about), he experienced a shooting at his school, and then Darla came back from the dead, kind of scared the hell out of him, and used him to contact Tim again. It was kind of played for laughs, but like. That’s gotta fuck you up. (Robin #140)

Obviously this is the kind of thing that maybeee has a lasting effect on you. And BECAUSE Tim Drake: Robin got cut so short and the writer had to rush to wrap up the series, we’re left to fill in a lot of gaps and draw conclusions about the years we didn’t see Bernard ourselves. But we absolutely get some insight as to his life after Tim left that school and we stopped seeing him in the comics. Spoiler alert: it was hard.

In TDR, Bernard discusses the the cult that he’d been in that Tim saved him from in Urban Legends. He says that “he’d accepted himself”, but others hadn’t. Obviously there’s the natural reading that he means his queerness (which has me chewing through drywall), but I think that he’s speaking very broadly too. Bernard is a very odd example of a civilian, because he’s always getting dragged into things much bigger than him. And even before that, he had his big ideas, his conspiracies, his loud personality. He tended to rub people the wrong way in high school. Then in issue #7 of TDR (the Bernard pov issue my most beloved, weird pacing aside) Bernard refers to this “oozy, sticky feeling” that he ALWAYS feels when Tim isn’t around. He says when he’s alone it’s harder to put one foot in front of the other. To keep GOING. To wake up every day.

I think that Bernard has always felt like an outcast. (Robin #121, he doesn’t fit into any clique). He wasn’t as okay with it as he acted. And I think he wasn’t getting any attention from his parents. (Batman: Urban Legends #5, Bernard’s parents nonchalance to the days leading up to his kidnapping)

So just like Bernard explained to Tim, that feeling got bad. and he wanted to let go. The chaos monsters, the cult, all of it was a means to an end. But then Tim agreed to see him again, and I think that sparked something in him. Because he started learning to fight. When he was tied down to that alter and Tim was saving him, I think it fully sank in to Bernard that he didn’t want to die. Reconnecting with Tim gave him hope and made him really feel something good for the first time in ages.

So now that they’re dating after the cult fiasco, we get to know this current Bernard. A less goading, maybe calmer Bernard. But he’s still himself, of course, rambling about his ideas and making bad jokes and sticking to his guns (he has NEVER been a pushover, no idea where people get that idea?). I think a lot of people complained that Bernard mellowed out too much in terms of attitude, but I think if he seems “nicer” it’s because 1) he’s grown now. It’s been a while since we last saw him, and he’s clearly changed a lot. And 2) because he’s dating Tim now. He likes him a lot, and he’s an affectionate partner. He wants to lift Tim up.

But the fact that he was pulled into a cult still remains. And as lighthearted as Bernard tries to be, that traumatic experience still happened. It said in Urban Legends #5 while Tim was searching for him that Bernard had welts on his arms and legs and had been acting different, so it’s not like he was just snatched up on a whim. He’d spent significant time there. For those who haven’t read much abt the ways cult trauma specifically can fuck you up, I recommend doing a search if you’re in a good headspace for that and want to understand him more. because it’s pretty bad.

And then! yeah. you guessed it. Bernard gets kidnapped again. Chained up next to a BOMB that’s counting down. RIGHT WHEN HE’S WORKING ON HEALING FROM ALMOST BEING SACRIFICED BY A CULT.

And surely this can’t get crazier. He’s almost died twice in the past 6 months. except, remember his parents? In TD:R #7, we really see a little more of his relationship with his parents. He doesn’t live up to their standards, and his dad specifically seems to just want to argue with him. The restaurant they’re at is attacked, and everything goes to shit, and. you know, I think these panels really speak for themselves.

And for the record, when it’s revealed that everyone is seeing their worst fears, Bernard’s parents fears are not about him.

So now Bernard has to deal with that. And we start to see that Bernard is really not as okay as he’s tried to be. He keeps a baseball bat by his door because he’s been kidnapped twice now. And just when he’d likely thought things couldn’t get worse, he heard the Chaos Monsters were back. I can’t imagine he feels safe. He lashes out for the first time since all this has happened and yells at Kate and Tim, because while they’re doing what they feel is necessary to save more people (AND I DONT BLAME THEM AT ALL), Bernard can’t talk about it.

And I will forever be sad and insist that TD:R got cancelled too soon, just before we could get into the really juicy stuff, because things had to be wrapped up pretty quick and this was the only comic Bernard was consistently appearing in. But when Tim is giving himself up to the chaos monsters, Bernard goes out and rallies anyone he knows can help. Things were rushed because there was no more time to flesh out the story the way it could have been, but I’m including these panels just because I love Bernard Audacity Dowd using a fucking flashlight and shadow puppet to call Batman. geeking out for a minute. And then leading the battalion to save Tim with a SLEDGEHAMMER. gay people rule.

So yeah! While I see the vision of how a lot of Bernard’s trauma was meant to be semi-resolved and let him come to peace after saving Tim back, we just didn’t have the time for him to heal properly. I’d give anything to get inside his brain again. UHH IF YOU READ THIS I HOPE YOU LOVE BERNARD NOW and don’t come at me if I left something out, some of my comics aren’t with me rn. Bonus TimBer for the road:

[nieceeee]

"MATTERS OF THE HEART"

P/S credited to @wttcsms

"pro athlete character who gets featured on a tiktok for the team where the social media manager asks to see what’s in the players’ lockers. he opens up his and everyone is shocked to see stick figure drawings from y’alls kids & printed out selfies of him, you, and your kids. the domestic display is so different from his in-game personality that it almost feels like a prank, but when questioned further, he just tells the viewers, “my locker is full of reminders for who im playing and winning for."

I saw this and the story automatically popped into my head I hope you dont mind!

PAIRING: footballplayer!ony x reader.

A/N: So much fluff it will make your teeth rot! Sweet sweet Ony! This one came to my head to fast! I hope yall like it!

Being the social media manager of a football team kept you on your toes. You were used to all the antics: trash talking, flexing, the hype. It was like second nature for these guys. Your goal has always been simple, keep the fun and relatability. With this new trend, you were sure that this was going to be the perfect opportunity to showcase some of star players. 

Especially Ony.

Onyankapon AKA Ony AKA The Beast always carried a different level of mystery. Literally known as “The Beast” to his opponents. Ony was a quiet storm. Through all the post-game interviews, fan interactions, and behind the scene content, Ony normally kept to himself. He was reserved, leaning more in the background instead of the spotlight. The way he saw it, the field was his stage. Ony was the ghost outside of his highlights and the people wanted more. 

“Where is Ony?”

“Why is Ony never apart of the videos?”

“We need Ony on the screen!”

Week after week, the fans were restless. They wanted to see the beast outside of his natural habitat. And today was the day, little did you know, that it was going to happen. And not only that but it was going to break the internet in a way you never knew possible. 

You had pitched the idea for this part of the series a few months ago. The “Get to know us” playlist you had created on the team page had gained a lot of traction and the next video up was the “What’s In Your Locker?” trend. A TikTok video where the players give their fans a peek into their personal lockers to get a glimpse at their personality and lifestyle outside of the field. “It's not going to be anything too crazy. Just the basic snacks, routines, lucky charms, etc.” you explained in the meeting. 

It was going to be a piece of cake. 

Little did you know what Ony had in store for you and for the fans. 

You walked into the locker room, camera crew right behind you. They had the lighting set up and ready to go for the series. The team had finished another practice and they were doing their daily shenanigans, joking and messing around. “Okay boys! Cameras are about to start rolling!” you call out, giving them time to settle down before the red button popped up, indicating you were rolling. You grabbed the mic and started your rounds. This series would be a little bit different since it was live so everything had to flow well.

You start off slow walking over to Reiner, his southern slang and calm demeanor always setting a good tone for the videos. Chats start rolling in of women cooing over him. “Okay big Rei, my sweet guy. What’s in your locker?” you start. “Hey there darling.” He greets you. Hearts fill up the chat. He opens his locker door.  Everything is neat and organized. Clothes folded and tucked away. There was a small Texas magnet in the door holding a picture up of a young Reiner and his “nana” as he called her. Clean cut and to the point just like he was, “Sorry it's not all fancy. I’m a simple man sweetheart with simple taste.” his southern drawl croons out. 

Comments erupt in the chat “Raw. Next Question”

“Can he be anymore perfect?”

“Ain't nothing like a good ole southern man.”

“Thank you Rei.” you give him a smile and move to the next one. Your next player was Connie. He smiled big at you, legs bouncing with excitement as you approach. “Oh Lord here we go.” you giggle. “Connie Springer, do I want to know what’s in your locker today?” you ask him as you approach. “Come ooon, don't do me like that mamacita. I got some good stuff in here.” He bounces over to the door and swings the door open. If Reiner was all things order, Connie was everything chaos. 

His locker was packed to the brim, clothes stuffed into the corners. “And you wonder why you can never find anything for practice.” Jean said from across the room. Laughs echo across the locker room as Connie smacks his lips. “Whatever man. Your locker sucks. Mamacita, mira.” he turns your attention back to him. His locker door held chains with different charms, one holding the number 13. A horseshoe hung on the other side. “Y estas aquí son mis milagros. My charms from mi abuela y my tio. Son las cosas más importantes para mí.” he explained showing each charm to the camera. Again comments roll in.

“I don't know what he said but yes.”

“Can I have him please?” 

“BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWD!”

“Thank you C Springz. That's beautiful.” you say to him. You continue through several other players who give you different glimpses of themselves. Eren showing you his collection of skull jewelry to Armin sharing his favorite reads. You were just about to wrap up when your eyes landed on Ony. He leaned back against the bench watching you work the room. Your heartbeat thrummed in your chest as you did you best to keep your composure. His massive frame stretched out, relaxing and a small glint in his eyes. You took an unsteady step closer to him. “You can come over here. I won't bite.” his deep voice rang in your ears. 

“What I wouldn't give to be her right now!”

“OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO DO A VIDEO!?”

“I’m so glad I didn’t scroll.”

“God, it's me again.” 

Comments scroll so fast it was hard to keep up with them. “Whoa, look who’s being a team player today.” Connie lets out. Other players try not to be so obvious with their shock but they mask it poorly. “Okay. Looks like we get a special treat today. The Beast himself is coming out of hiding.” you say softly. A small smirk curves at the corner of his lips. “Care to share what you’re hiding in there?” you ask nodding your head towards his locker. “Bet.” he says, standing and walking to his locker door, effortlessly drawing attention to himself. 

The door of his locker opens with a clank and squeaks open and the room was silent. 

The camera zooms in and widened eyes fill the room, no one expecting what they were seeing. Bright wonky stick figures drawn on white printer paper with old crayons littered the door. Scribbled names of “me and daddy” and “our family” written on the bottoms of each little masterpiece. Handmade “#teamony” craft magnets holding them together. 

“OMG ARE THOSE KID DRAWINGS?!”

“DOES HE HAVE CHILDREN?!”

“ONY WHY YOU CHEATING ON ME?”

Comments blur the screen at rapid speed. But when the camera zooms in closer, there is an eruption of energy underneath your skin. Because right underneath the lens of the live footage, pictures of his most kept secret were revealed. Images of him with a little boy holding a tiny football, selfies with a brown skin girl with slick back puffs, and then there they were. Pictures of Ony with his arms wrapped around none other than…you.

Printed selfies of you and him decorated the door. Selfies of you from date nights to casual Sundays at home during the offseason. Your face was plastered all over his locker room door. Beautifully captured domestic life shots of you, your kids, and your husband were being revealed across social media. Your cheeks heat up and skin tingled at the moment. The view count tripling. 

The locker rooms was dead silent. 

The revelation was jaw dropping. The sweet energetic social media manager they’ve grown to love and their number one player they respected and adored. Together? “W-wait…so y’all are…” Connie tries to find the words but for once was rendered speechless. “This.” Ony speaks up. “Is my motivation. These people right here. My kids Ocean and Oryan, and my beautiful wife Y/N. That's who I’m playing for.” His eyes find yours.  “Every Sunday, I put my all on the field but my heart is forever theirs.” Your chest rises and falls and you have to will the tears away. The man they knew as the beast, a tough no nonsense type of player revealing a piece of him he held so dear to his heart.

“So this is not like…a prank or anything? This is real life. Y/N is your wife?” Eren speaks out, trying to wrap his mind around the truth. Ony’s gaze stays locked on yours, pride and admiration sparkle in his irises. “Nope. This is who I play for. Who I win for.” he emphasizes walking closer to you. You try to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay as he nears. His teammates look at you both in awe, a blanket of tension building between the two of you on camera. The views continued to sky rocket, reaching the highest the social media team has ever seen but the only thing you were focused on was your husband. The man formerly known as the beast, a feared titan amongst men, was no beast at all. He was a father, a partner, a simple being behind all the physical prowess. 

“Damn O, you been hiding a whole family from us. That’s crazy.” Jean called out. The live content that was mean to be used for snippets later slowly shifted from a what’s in my locker to all things Ony and the followers were eating it up. Comments ablaze with questions about this newfound discovery. 

“How long she been with my man?”

“How old are the babies?” 

“Chat, is this real?”

“So, what’s up? How long has this been going on?” Eren asked. “Yeah, and have we met your kids? CAN WE MEET YOUR KIDS?” Connie jumps up and walks closer. Ony chuckles to himself. “If that's okay with wifey,” he says walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “Then y’all came meet them after the next game.” He looks down in your eyes. “That fine with you beautiful?” he asks softly. “Y-yes. That's okay.” you respond. Gone was the gung ho attitude from before replaced with a bashful softness only your husband normally sees.

His teammates stood there taking in the moment. Seeing a new side of Ony was something they weren’t expecting but in their hearts, they felt a shift. The leader of the team whose tough exterior stepped in the room before he did was revealing a deeper side of him resonating not only with his teammates but with every follower that was on the live.

THE LIVE!

Your mind was so wrapped up in your man that you didn't even register that you all were still rolling. You quickly turned towards the camera. “Well I hope y’all enjoyed this segment and we will catch you all in the next video.” you start to end it. Comments rushing in to tell you to keep it rolling but you knew that  you needed to wrap up and do it quickly. “TEAMNAME Signing off. See yall next week.” Ony finishes it off for you, arm tossed around your shoulder.

As the video finished, you tell the team to cut off the cameras but the energy in the room still buzzed around, still vibrating off your skin. Ony let you go and closed his locker door softly. He tosses his bag over his shoulder and walks back to you, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So…that was unexpected.” you say meeting his gaze. “What can I say? Got to keep things interesting. Don't want you to get bored of me.” he smirks at you. “I could never get bored with you.” you say softly, your lips pressing against his. 

Connie walks up behind you clearing his throat. “A-aye Ony man.” he starts. “I just wanted to say eres una inspiración big bro. We all go out and do what we gotta do on the field. But this,” he swipes his hand out gesturing towards you. “This is real shit amigo." “I appreciate lil bro. Forreal.” Ony daps him up and pulls him into a hug. You bite back your smile at the overwhelming love he was receiving. Being a football player’s wife was not easy but things like this made it all worth while. 

For the first time in a long time, your husband allowed himself to be truly seen and it made your heart swell with joy. Slowly the room starts to settle down and people begin to head home. You wait for Ony to finish packing his bag so that you could leave together. “Oh shoot my phone.” you say to him. As he waits for you, you rush into your office to get your phone from the desk. The minute you picked it up, your screen was flooded with notifications.

The video had went viral. Shares, comments, and memes overtook your feed. People had found your personal page from the video and were following you. Comments about brand opportunities and business along with outpourings of love filled your inbox. You stood there for a moment to take it all in. Several sports pages showcasing headlines about

“The Real Ony” 

“Ony’s Family Revealed”

“Onyankopon and Y/N: The Beauty Behind the Beast.”

That one made a laugh escape your chest. Major sports networks were sharing all about this small encounter. “Hey, you good baby girl? I lost you in here?” Ony’s head peeked around the corner of your office. You slip your phone in your pocket and meet him at the door. “Nope. Right here with you baby.” you say to him.

Later that evening, after tucking your kids into bed, you lay up under your husband and clear out more notifications. “This is going to be a field day trying to get through.” you mumble, mind already working overtime. Blogs wanted inside scoops about everything, your relationship, your kids, etc. Everyone wanted to know the story. “Uh uh. No working in bed.” he says snatching the phone from your hand and putting it on his nightstand. “But…” you start to argue but he pulls you close and kisses the disagreement from your lips. “No buts. We handle it tomorrow. Together.” he reassures you. You cuddle in close to him. “I still can't believe you did that, you know? I thought you were okay with keeping it quiet. What made you change your mind?” You ask laying on his chest. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“It was about time I showed everyone my heart.” he shrugs, puling you closer. 

And as you lay there, listening to the gentle beating of his heart you settled with one thing. No one. And you mean no one would ever forget this. The day Ony, the beast who played for his family, showed that his heart was as big as his game.

[beelinx]

leo valdez dating an apollo kid hcs

a/n: as an apollo kid who's absolutely in love with leo, this one is might be biased... sorry chat

I think Leo would absolutely LOVE a child of Apollo that’s mostly in the creative fields!

Honestly he would love you however you are but

I just think those little moments when you’re both working on your own projects, basking in each other’s company, are so special to him.

If you’re talented in music, PLEASE play something for him

I GUARANTEE you he will fall in love immediately

Apply that same criteria to any other hobby / art form you can show off for him and you’re set

Since his love language is definitely gift giving / acts of service, if you’re more gifted in doing paintings, sculptures, or other similar stuff, and you give them to him, he literally burns up.

Like fully bursts into flame immediately.

ALSOOOO

If you’re in the infirmary just like Will then he would go there even if it was just for the smallest scratch ever.

He just wants to see you being cute <3

Talking about Will…

He would definitely be protective over you, but most of the times it's in a joking way.

Except that his “joking” has Leo shitting his pants in fear because Will can be TERRIFYING..

It’s the southern in him.

If you were dating during the events of the Trials of Apollo, then I can guarantee you he tried his hardest to impress Lester / Apollo.

It was kind of confusing though, associating that guy as your dad.

He got his blessing very quickly though!

He knows Leo makes you happy and that’s all that matters to him.

You and Leo doing karaoke together! <3

Even if you aren’t the best singer, this is one of the most fun activities ever.

I think Leo would be a strangely good singer, but he would never try.

You just know if that man actually put in the work he’d put most singers to shame, but he doesn’t.

Instead you get the most ear-bleeding performance ever at karaoke night.

You couldn’t get through your duet because you kept laughing your asses off.

He’d force you to teach him to do anything Apollo was associated with, no matter whether or not you’re actually any good at it.

“TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT PLEASE.” “Leo, I’m not even good at drawing…”

Says you’re his muse constantly.

It’s like that term changed his life.

You’re convinced he’s saying it jokingly because there’s literally no way he’s calling you that seriously, but he swears up and down that you're both his inspiration and motivation to do stuff.

His favorite nickname / pet name for you will always be sunshine though !

Even if you don’t like it, it’s his favorite ever.

You can rip it out of his cold, dead hands.

If you shine in the dark (like Will) then trust me he’s absolutely going to abuse that power to his advantage

You’re his flashlight now so expect staying up late at night to help him light his work table.

He could get a lamp, but he swears you shine more (also you’re prettier) (and he wants to spend time with you)

He’d make anything you need for your hobbies <3

Guitar? He’s got it.

Easel? He already built it.

Bow and arrows? Done. He even rigged the arrows to have special effects.

In other words, Leo is the best boyfriend ever and he would do anything for you!

[explicit-tae]

Ungodly Hour (Jimin)

I think you deserve a treat.” @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111 @investedreader

Word Count: 7.081

Warning: dirty talk, sexting, cursing, jimin being in denial, hatefucking, slight enemies to friends to lovers??, kissing, semi-public sex, masturbation (f), oral sex, finger sucking, unprotected sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, face-slapping,

Kinktober Masterlist

“So,” Jungkook begins, lightly tapping his foot against the floor. “you pay for Onlyfans...”

“Shut,” Jimin’s teeth grits. “the fuck up.”

Jungkook roars with laughter, his head pushed back to let it out. Like clockwork, Taehyung begins to laugh which causes Hoseok, too, as well. 

Jimin’s ears are red, just as his neck, with embarrassment. 

This wasn’t the norm - he wasn’t the butt of jokes. Jungkook was and always has been. He doesn’t know how to handle the embarrassment. He does understand that he hates you with every fiber of his being.

Maybe hate was a strong word. Jimin didn’t hate you - you were, however, a rival of his. 

You and your constant smart remarks underneath his tweets. 

You always go against him in debates while in classes with such a condescending tone that has his hands clenching.

The way you post suggestive pictures on your twitter pages that doesn’t show everything, but just enough to have his mind wandering for more.

The way you tempt him with the link to your Onlyfans pinned on your profile that even he - someone who loathes you - has to check and see just how much of a mess you were. 

The way that you weren’t a mess in the slightest and all of the free pictures you show only forces him to subscribe to you to see more; not because he thought you were attractive - just because he was a naturally nosy individual.

“I hate her.” Jimin says what he’s thinking aloud. “Because of that bitch, now I’m Jungkook.”

“A simp?” Taehyung questions with a raise of his eyebrow. 

“You’re going to start barking next?” ask Hoseok.

“Okay,” Jungkook raises his hands in confusion. “why are we reverting the bullying back to me?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I’m doing no such thing.” he hisses. “Okay, fine. I may have subscribed. I was bored.”

Hoseok snorts.

“So bored that you became her top earner in the last few months?” Jungkook was having entirely too much fun with this. Finally, he wouldn’t be the one laughed at. Sure, Jimin and you weren’t dating and probably never would - but no longer was he the only “simp” in the friend group.

“She’s lying!” Jimin scoffs - even if you weren’t. There were certain videos that in order to be unlocked, he had to pay for them. And how could he not when you made them entirely too enticing for him, showing only a few seconds of clips that would draw him in. 

“The screenshots she posted aren’t lies.” Jungkook purses his lips to hide the smirk.

Jimin is silent for a moment, his hands tapping rhythmically onto his thigh. He snatches his phone from the side of the couch to see if what Jungkook was saying is true - and low and behold it was.

“That fucking bitch.” Jimin swallows, not believing that his life was going downhill. Everyone would see him as some sort of simp freak like Jungkook, but worse! 

“I think you’ve met your match, hyung.” Jungkook roars with laughter again. 

“Why did you provoke her if she had all this dirt on you?” Hoseok shakes his head. 

“I didn’t think she’d know it was me!” Jimin throws his phone to the side. “Shouldn’t things like that be confidential?!”

Maybe it was dumb - he had signed up with his actual account. However, he figured that you wouldn’t be able to see that. That only meant you could see everything he sent you - the gifts from your wishlist were probably the worse ones. 

Jimin was feeling sick.

“It was confidential. Until you provoked her.” 

Jimin licks his lips and rolls his eyes. 

“You know this is normal, right? I mean…” Hoseok shrugs his shoulders. “You’re attracted-”

Jimin scoffs loudly. “As if.”

“Jimin,” Taehyung shakes his head. “We’ve seen how much you spent on her. Literally.” he begins to chuckle. “And that’s okay.”

“Yeah, it is!” Jungkook nods his head encouragingly. 

Jimin swallows. No, it wasn’t okay. If Jungkook was agreeing with him about something then that only meant that he was slowly becoming like the younger boy. Soon it’ll be Jimin obsessing over what you’re doing, and how much he wants to see you and-

Jimin gags. 

Honestly fuck you and everything you stand for. 

And even if that’s what Jimin stood by, even now as he lays in his bed staring up at the ceiling. His mind wanders to you, as disgusted as he was at the fact. 

Jimin snatches his phone from his nightstand and he’s determined. 

Fuck you for embarrassing him, truly. He was going to unsubscribe from you and then you wouldn’t have anything. It serves you right for attempting to humble him.

Jimin opens his phone with every attempt to unsubscribe from your Onlyfans and save him the embarrassment until a message pops onto his phone from a number he doesn’t recognize.

Curiosity gets the best of him and Jimin clicks the message. His eyes widen and it doesn’t take long for him to feel the erection through his pajama pants. 

It was you. How you got his number, he’s unsure. Yet, you seem to have gotten closer to Jungkook’s girlfriend - someone else who irks his soul - and just maybe you’ve gotten it from her. 

You had sent him a picture.

Of course, it wasn’t just any picture. It couldn’t be just any picture that would allow his cock to grow hard in seconds and his palms to grow sweaty. 

It was a picture of you in the very same lingerie you had in your wishlist - the very same one he bought for you. 

By now, Jimin knows your body. He’s become more than acquainted with the shape of your hips along with the plumpness of your breast; even the softness of your smooth skin. It’s pathetic, truly, and he’s grown ashamed of himself.

It’s a lilac color that he knew would look amazing against your skin - and it does. It’s a lacy fabric so he could just see how erect your nipples were and how it clung to the shape of your body. 

Jimin is unaware how long he’s staring at the picture until you send him another message.

‘I think you deserve a treat.’

Jimin swallows thickly, finding that his throat is dry and he is in serious need of some water. He coats his lips with his tongue, his eyes trained onto the picture, contemplating if he should respond to you or not.

You were the reason for every irritation currently in his life - exposing him as some sort of horny loser that dotted on your every command. As if he was a sort of dog that humps your leg needily!

But…this picture.

Jimin would be lying if he said the picture of you didn’t cause his already sweaty palm to grip his cock entirely through his pajama pants, mind racing if he should allow you to consume him once more. He was on a mission to humble you the best way he knew how - by unsubscribing. But here you were, as if knowing his plans, sending him pictures that would surely cause him to become distracted.

Jimin is startled when his phone begins to sound loudly, your number on his caller id, as if taunting him even further. Jimin doesn’t answer it instantly, not wanting you to know just how stuck on his phone you had him.

“What do you want?”

Jimin can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he awaits your response. He attempts to sound annoyed with you and he ponders if you know that it’s all an act.

“Jimin…”

Jimin feels the hair on his arms stiffen and rise, as if a cold breeze just runs through his body entirely. The way you say his name, so sickly sweet and yet, a hint of something sinister underneath.

“Are you upset with me, Jimin?”

Jimin swallows, his hand squeezing his phone tighter in his hand. You rarely say his name to begin with so to hear it come directly from your sweet lips causes something to go through him. Maybe it’s because Jimin knows just how sweet your voice is - how lust-filled the moans you release through them. 

But, Jimin understands that you cannot know just how much he is affected by you. He won’t allow you to have the upper hand. You won the battle, sure, by embarrassing him. However, the war was his to accomplish.

“I am.” Jimin grunts. “You’re a bitch.”

Jimin hears you laugh behind the phone and his heart jolts in excitement.

“We both knew that.” you say coolly. “Isn’t that what excites you?”

Jimin scoffs. 

“Don’t act all high and mighty, Jimin.” you respond. “You watch me fuck myself faithfully. That has to excite you somehow.”

Jimin’s eyes widen a bit, mentally cursing himself for allowing you to gain the upper hand. 

“Not anymore.”

“Ah, so you’re that upset, huh?” 

You don’t seem bothered by Jimin stating that he’s going to unsubscribe to your godforsaken onlyfans and inside, he’s seething.

“So upset that you vowed to stop jerking off to me?”

Jimin scoffs. The nerve of you!

“You’re going to lie and say I didn’t give you the best nut of your life behind a screen?” you begin to laugh, a melodic tune that infuriates him to no end. “You’re embarrassed to know that Jungkook isn’t the only one simping.”

“Like I’d ever truly simp for you!” Jimin snaps, nearly barking right into the phone. “A whore like you should be thankful that I would even give you my money. I saw you as nothing but a charity case.”

You’re silent on the other end, eerily so. Jimin takes a few moments to collect himself, contemplating that maybe his ego got the best of him for a moment. He licks his lips, his mind pondering if he should…apologize. He wants to gag.

“You must live alone with all that hollering you’re doing over the phone.”

Your tone is as nonchalant as ever and deep down, Jimin is glad that he hadn’t taken it too far to truly upset you.

“And here I was calling you to make sure I didn’t bruise your ego too much.” you tsk. “Looks like I did.”

You begin to giggle again. Your attitude strikes a nerve through him that only you ever hit. The flashbacks running through his mind of all the times you and he went at it - debates, during class presentations, under tweets and even now. You got off on irritating him just the same as he got off from you.

“I wanted to make it up to you.”

Jimin furrows a brow at that statement. 

“Make it up to me how? Beg me not to unsubscribe?”

Jimin hears you snicker from behind the phone. “No. You can unsubscribe right now.” you say, yet again with little care that it strikes yet another nerve through him. “But, we both know if you wanted to, you would have already.”

Jimin hates how right you are. He doesn’t want to stop the endless amount of pictures and videos you share, especially the exclusive ones that have to be bought. Money isn’t an issue for Jimin and he found that he’s spent an insane amount on you already - no wonder you’re such a bitch. How could you take him seriously if he wasn’t even taking himself seriously now.

Jimin groans.

“How are you planning on making it up to me?” Jimin questions. “Publicly apologizing to me and admitting you’re inferior to me-”

“By allowing you to fuck me raw.” you interrupt him entirely, causing Jimin to choke on his own speech. Once more, the phone tightens in his grasp and his breathing hitches. “Of course, you’ll need to share your STD results and I’ll share mine-”

“What the fuck are you getting at?” Jimin hisses, his heart pounding. Surely you were attempting to embarrass him by seeing how fast he’d react to your insane comments.

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” you hum. “After all the times you’ve watched my videos? Sent me gifts? Or was I just a charity case?”

Jimin takes a deep breath. Okay, sure. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that - but he was upset at the moment. He has never met anyone where he felt as though he’s met his match. Him, Park Jimin, felt like you, Y/L Y/N, matched his energy so perfectly that he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“You don’t have to do this because you feel like you have to.” Jimin murmurs, unclenching his phone slightly. It’s an act of kindness he’s supposed he can spare towards you. 

“I know.”

For a moment, the both of you are silent. He waits in anticipation for you to speak further.

“I’ll text you my results and you do the same.”

Jimin feels it once more, the jump in his stomach. He never truly thought either of you would get to this point, nor does he understand how it even got here. 

“You actually want to do this?”

“It was bound to happen.”

Jimin knits his brows at that. Was it?

Once Jimin joined your onlyfans and witnesses just how, dare he say, enticing you were, he was ashamed to say that he was captivated.

Possibly that was why he had to antagonize you during classes; an act you returned without an issue.

One too many times did Jimin and you go at it during classes, far too enthralled in debating one another, did his mind wander to something darker. Bending you over and forcing you to shut up like he wanted you to was one way.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin licks his lips. “Just for one night…” you begin, a tone that catches Jimin’s ear, causing it to twitch. “...I’ll do as you say.”

“What makes someone worthy of leading?” 

Class is nearly over, yet Jimin and you never halted your debate. Overtime, it became practical that even the professor enjoyed listening in on. 

“The true question is, why would someone want to lead anything?” you ask with a tilt of your head. You wore a skirt today, Jimin notes, and your legs are smooth and shiny beneath the classroom's bright lights. “I believe it is because they’re narcissistic.”

���Narcissistic?” Jimin scoffs with a roll of his eyes. He catches the way you begin to coat your lips with a shimmery gloss.

“Yes, Jimin. Is that a big word for you?” you blink his way.

 A few snicker sounds throughout the class and Jimin could only give you a short grin. Later, he was going to have you shut the fuck up like he truly wanted you to.

“Money. Power. Respect.” you hold up your fingers as you list off your point. “It all leads down to greed and narcissism.”

“So…regular humans?” Jimin furrows a brow. “Please name me someone that doesn’t require anything you listed off.”

You lean back against your chair, arms crossed.

The past week, Jimin and you continued to talk over the phone. It wasn’t always sexual, and oftentimes it would be about school. The time clock was ticking down to the time you and him would be together - the weekend was what he suggested. Still, the show must go on; even if you were determined to fuck his brains out.

“Beyond popular belief, Jimin,” you begin, your eyes shining with mischief. You know what saying his name does to him and there was nothing a little teasing would harm. “there’s people out there that aren’t fueled by greed.”

“Maybe so.” Jimin shrugs. “Still, whoever the hell those people are possibly think they’re the best, right? They believe they’re the best type of people to do the job? Is that not narcissistic?”

“Those people could want it more than others do.” you respond with a shrug.

An alarm sounds - placed by the professor that indicates when classes are over.

Taehyung watches from his seat as Jimin and you continue to stare at one another, hard gazes that are full of lust that he wants to scoff. He believes that the both of you need to fuck it out - immediately. 

You gather your things, being the first to take your eyes away.

Jimin watches the way your hips sways as you saunter away, your legs appearing longer than usual. Taehyung notices the dark look in his eyes - more than lust, yet not pure hatred.

“You, my good sir,” Taehyung slams a hand on his friend's shoulder. “want to fuck her so bad.” he says with a loud cackle. “The sexual tension is high as hell. You got the rest of us horny and-”

“Shut the fuck up, please.” Jimin snaps, shrugging off Taehyung’s hand. Usually he wasn’t this snappy with him of all people and truly, Taehyung doesn’t take it to offense. “I hate her.”

“Sure.” Taehyung smirks, his eyes following Jimin’s gaze right in time for you to turn your head to look their way; directly at Jimin. “I’m positive she hates you, too.”

“Fucking bitch.” Jimin murmurs, gathering his own belongings. He continues to murmur beneath his breath, storming out of the classroom and going the opposite way of Taehyung. 

Jimin’s eyes catch you almost instantly in the sea of scattering students. Once more, almost as if you can sense his hard eyes on you, you turn your head to look at him. You flash him a low smirk that only begins to irritate him more.

You enjoyed irking him, Jimin’s sure. You don’t stop walking, turning down hallways that no one but Jimin steps into until you step into a classroom, closing the door right behind you.

You’re seated on a desk when Jimin slams the door open, uncaring that it slams against the wall. 

You snicker. “Jimin.” you say, tilting your head. “You following me?”

Jimin steps inside, shoulders relaxing a bit. You scan his appearance for the first time. Simpler than he usually wears, only dark jeans with rips at the knees with a similar dark shirt. It resembles the way Jungkook would usually wear, you note.

“You’re a bitch.”

You aren’t taken aback by Jimin’s words. It causes you to laugh, highly amused by his statement. 

“I know. That’s what you like about me, huh?” you bat your eyelashes as Jimin proceeds to close the door behind him.  “You look so tense, Jimin, what’s-”

“You love embarrassing me.” Jimin interrupts, taking a long stride towards you. “It must make your pussy wet when you talk shit to me.”

You remain silent, yet your smile never falters.

“You told me, Y/N, that for one night,” Jimin is in front of you, your legs lightly swinging. “you were going to shut the fuck up.”

“For one night, I’ll do as you say.” you repeat your words from a few days prior. Your hand reaches out to touch Jimin’s chest. It’s broad, only slightly surprising you. “Is what I said.”

“And yet, you haven’t done anything.”

“You haven’t told me to do anything.” your responses come immediately after he speaks, just as quick witted as he is. 

“Hm.” Jimin glances around the classroom. It doesn’t look like any professor inhabits this room. The lights are flickering slightly and the surrounding tables have slight dust on them. “Pick your poison.”

You lick your lips. Your hand remains on his chest, this time clenching onto his shirt.

“You’re the one that’s supposed to be in charge.” you murmur. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

Jimin blinks towards you. You’re serious, he notes. 

“I need to know what not to do.” Your hand unclenches his shirt to slightly trail down his chest towards his abs.

“I’ll let you know when we get there, yeah?” you say, eyes remaining on him almost innocently. If only he didn’t know just how lack of innocence you truly contained. 

Jimin hums, tilting his head a bit.

It would be a lie to say Park Jimin wasn’t attractive - which is why you never did. However, you weren’t going to be a part of the women who adored him. He already had a large ego and enough sass.

Possibly this was one of the reasons why you decided to go against him in anything he did.

“Kiss me.”

Jimin’s lips are plump - you always thought so. Though now, you would have never thought he would demand you to do so. Kissing felt slightly more intimate than just a casual hookup, but you didn’t mind.

You scoot yourself closer to the edge of the desk towards Jimin, lifting your head a bit. Your trailing hand is quick to grasp the back of Jimin’s neck and force him down towards your waiting lips.

Dare Jimin says the kiss causes a spark, shooting electricity through his veins that causes him to groan against your lips. He deepens the kiss, your sweet lips coating his own with the shimmery gloss, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

You break the kiss to sink your teeth on Jimin’s bottom lip playfully. “You get a pass to do whatever you want to me and all you want to do is kiss?” you tease.

“I like you better when you’re quiet.” Jimin pecks your lips again. “But a bitch like you never knows when to shut up.” And yes, it was what Jimin liked about you.

“Degradation kink. Noted.” you nod your head, earning a soft chuckle from Jimin, a break of character. “I’ll be your bitch for tonight. Then…” it was your turn to press a kiss against his lips. “...it’ll be my turn.”

Jimin feels an excited jump in his stomach.

“My bitch?”Jimin isn’t sure why he likes the sound of that. Maybe because now he could do what he always wanted to you and you’d do as he said; finally. You wouldn’t go against him like you did during classes or embarrass him in front of others.

“Touch yourself.”

You’re taken aback by Jimin’s request. He proceeds to take a few steps back, sitting against a table with crossed arms.

“Get naked and touch yourself. Like you do on your onlyfans.”

Your body engulfs in warmth. You were by no means embarrassed by the fact that you had an onlyfans; most people who knew you knew that you did. If they were bothered by it, you didn’t care. 

Yet, it was different recording yourself in the comfort of your own home and uploading it. You never really know how many people are watching you as you didn’t want to think about the amount of eyes; yet even now as Jimin was only one person, it’s a request you weren’t familiar with.

“Don’t act shy now, Y/N.” Jimin’s plump lips form into a smirk. He notices the look upon your face, shocked and confused. “I watched you fuck yourself all the time.”

It’s just the two of you here. There was no hiding - initially, Jimin thought him being subscribed to you would be confidential. Now realizing that it’s not, he finds it…hot. In a way.

You swallow the lump in your throat, biting back a snarky remark. 

You were his bitch tonight, you tell yourself. It’s all a game that you initiated, you can’t back down now.

You lift your shirt over your head, Jimin’s dark eyes watching the way you discard it. Your breasts are guarded by the lacy, white bra you wore.

Next was your skirt. You drop yourself from the desk to remove the jean skirt from your frame, revealing the matching lacy panties. Jimin begins to think you planned this further ahead than he thought.

You kick off your shoes, furrowing a brow at Jimin.

“Touch yourself.” Jimin repeats, a jolt in his own pants at the half-naked sight of you. His mouth salivates at witnessing your body - that he’s seen thousands of times before behind his screen - right in front of him. “The old fashion way. You don’t have any of your toys, baby.”

The pet-name was new. You were only ever used to the insults he hurled at you (that you gladly returned) yet it would be false if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“Can you help me?” you ask Jimin, batting your eyelashes. You just couldn’t help yourself in returning his playful manner. “Take off my bra…?”

“Come.”

Your skin is soft, Jimin thinks. His hand ghosts behind your back, longing to touch you just as much as you want him to. His fingers unclasp your bra prior to him trailing up your spine to your shoulders. He lightly pushes away the straps from them so you can allow it to fall to the ground. 

“Thank you.” you murmur, your fingers digging into your panties as slowly, you begin to remove them, bending right in front of him as you do so.

Jimin swallows, his eyes fixed on you. His palms long to touch every inch of your body, but he remains stoic, understanding what you’re doing. It kills you to be the submissive one now, as you are a headstrong person.

“You’re very beautiful, Y/N.”

Jimin notices you stiffen again, the same shyness overwhelming you once more.

“Why are you continuing to act shy?” Jimin finally touches you, his hand reaches out to place itself onto your waist. “It’s just me.” he says, as if this is something you two did all the time. As if you and he hadn’t gone at each other's head since the beginning of the semester, seemingly hating one another.

You feel Jimin’s hand begin to lightly drag itself up your body. 

“Is this not what you want?”

“I do.” you respond instantly, the familiar heat rushing throughout your body by how quick you answered.

“Then do as I say. You said so yourself, right? Tonight you’ll be my bitch.” Jimin chuckles lightly, because that only meant next time he would be in your position. “And I want to watch you touch yourself, okay?”

You bite the inside of your lips as Jimin’s right hand ghosts past your breast. Slowly, you turn around to face him.

“Okay.” you nod your head. It’s funny to think that Jimin is coaching you in a way. You, the same girl who does this behind a screen every other day.  

You had to remind yourself just who the hell you were - Y/N. You never allowed Jimin to get to you before, why start now?

You seat yourself atop of the desk once more, fully naked like Jimin intended and your legs part slightly. 

Jimin licks his lips. Having seen your pussy many times you’d think it wouldn’t cause him to react this way; mouth salivating and cock throbbing in his pants. Atlas, he was just a man, after all.

You were about to place your hand right onto your clit when Jimin stopped you.

“You don’t have any toys with you.” Jimin reminds you. “You sure you’re wet enough?”

You were, Jimin thinks, truly wet enough. He can see you from here, yet he has to revel in this moment that you weren’t going to fight him.

Jimin begins to step forward, your eyes watching him closely.

“Give me your hand.” Jimin murmurs, his voice suddenly deeper - the deepest you’ve ever heard. 

You swallow, eyes slightly widening at the sound (and how it causes a tingle in your core). You do as you say, lifting your hand that Jimin takes. He places three fingers into his mouth, your index, middle and ring, and fully coats them with his tongue.

You haven’t had anyone do this before and you’re left shocked - and more than a little aroused. He takes them from his mouth and furrows a brow at you.

“Begin.” Jimin says, and nothing more. 

Nor does the man step away from you. Jimin is just as close, now fully intended on watching you from where he stands.

Jimin was getting off on this. The slight nervousness in your body language, the bewildered look on your face and the warmth of your embarrassed skin; it’s a sight he never gets to see while bickering with you in classes. It’s a vulnerable sight, indeed, one he wishes he can see more often.

Licking your lips, you nod your head softly. Your eyes remain on his, reaching between your legs to do exactly what he told you to. You’re already wet thanks to Jimin, a thought you never would have assumed to be possible.  

Your wet fingers twirl onto the sensitive clit, a soft moan passing your lips. Slightly, your back arches and draws you closer to Jimin, who still doesn’t step away as his eyes watch you. 

You’re unable to hold Jimin’s intense gaze any longer and your eyes begin to flutter close. 

Your free hand reaches upwards to grip your breast, hardened nipple brushed against your soft palm.

Jimin itches to touch you - feel your skin against the palm of his own hands. His mouth salivates hungrily to taste your skin; suckle onto your breast that bounces teasingly as you touch yourself. He wants to dive right between your legs and ravish on your pussy until you’re cumming against his tongue.

Jimin groans at the disgusting thoughts of you. It’s evident that the sexual desire was there before; for quite too long for his liking. Him watching your damn near daily didn’t help, either.

“Feels good?” Jimin murmurs, the same damn deep tone in his voice that arouses you further. “Speak when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes!” you whimper out, nodding your head rapidly. “Feels…so good.”

“You speak dirtier than that, baby.” Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. Without warning - his body speaks before his mind can - Jimin grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Talk to me like you do during your videos.”

You were a whore when you were in the comfort of your room. You spoke to your “viewers” as if you were right there with them, giving them what they wanted. A dirty whore who was willing and waiting; all a fantasy of course. A fantasy that sells.

“I wish it was your fingers touching me.”

Jimin grunts, his fingers tightening around your jaw. Your eyes are as cloudy as his now. 

“I think about you touching me…all the time…” you disclosed with struggle as Jimin makes no attempt to let you go. “Especially when we’re in class.”

Jimin quirks a brow.  “Yeah?” he responds smugly. 

“Y-Yeah…” your fingers go lower towards your clenching hole. “I-I think about you bending me over all the time. Right in front of everyone.”

Jimin is first to look away from you, cursing to himself at how slutty you were. He couldn’t allow you to take control of the situation, but damn was it hard. He wouldn’t consider himself a dominant person at all times. He had no problem with being teased - but that wasn’t what had to be done now.

“I think about you fucking me stupid.” you continue, your fingertips inching closer to your hole. “Fucking me until i’m begging you to stop. To take it easy on me.”

Fuck - Fuck - Fuck.

Jimin’s cock throbs.

“But I know you won’t…you never do.” you whimper, your fingers plunging inside of your wet entrance. “And deep down, we both know I don’t want you to. I’ll continue to be a little bitch to you because I know you’ll just fuck me into submission.”

Jimin releases your jaw only to slap you.

You’re caught off guard, sure, but you enjoyed the slap far too much.

“That’s why you fight me so much?” Jimin hisses. “A bitch like you can never just admit she wants to be fucked head-on?”

You lick your lips, remaining silent. You plunge your fingers deeper inside of you greedily, free hand now tugging on your hardened nipple.

“I should open the door and have everyone hear just how good I fuck you, huh?” Jimin growls, again slapping his hand against your face just to keep it there. The stinging feels good - especially at a time like this.

You whimper once more, nodding your head at the insane statement.

Jimin chuckles. “So fucked out that you’ll agree to anything.”

Jimin leans down to you to connect his lips, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. Kissing you isn’t something he’d ever thought he’d enjoy doing - he hated you. But, this was hot. You were hot and now more than anything, Jimin wanted every inch of you that you were willing to give.

“You can fuck me right now.” you say, breathing hitched when he releases your mouth. “And I’ll be submissive. I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

Your fingers weren’t enough. No, you needed Jimin’s cock in you. You needed to be fucked by him to release all the tension you and he held for years.

“You can cum wherever you want.” you whisper, breath tickling his skin. “On my ass…breast…face…” your teeth clamp down on Jimin’s bottom lip. “...or inside me.”

Jimin shakes his head. You were a deadly person.

“Feel it…” you insist. “...I’m wet just for you. 

“You fucking bitch.” Jimin curses, his hands reaching down to do just that. You’re so wet that he has no choice but to hate you further - how could he not want to shove his tongue in your core? How is he expected to not fuck you in the room?

“...So wet now. You want my cock this bad?”

Jimin’s fingers twirls on your clit, the warm skin gushing juices onto him. 

“You know I do.” you whine. You were genuinely begging now; this wasn’t an act anymore. “I thought you said you were going to make me your bitch tonight?”

“We have all night.” Jimin responds boldly, leaning away a bit to look at you.You were intended to come to his place - this was a silent invitation that you still could.

“Then fuck me now.” you say, head falling back a bit when Jimin’s fingers twirl onto your sensitive clit. “...f-fuck…then…you can fuck me again all night. Until you’re done with m…m-me.”

Jimin growls once more, swallowing thickly. This was too tempting. The chance to fuck you into submission the entire night is tempting - take years of anger he had with you out on one night sounded amazing.

“You bitch.” Jimin hisses, forcing his hands from your clit to tug at his jeans. He pulls them down, his bulge pulsing to be touched. “I’ll cum all over your skin tonight, huh? Show you just how much of a fucking whore you are for me.”

Licking your lips, you eye the bulge as he kicks his jeans lower around his knees. His dirty words are highly intoxicating and you find yourself wanting to be submissive for the man; just for one night, of course.

“I’ll cum inside you now,” Jimin groans, fingers digging into the bang of his boxers to push it down and allowing his cock to spring out. “and you’ll walk around with my cum in you all the way until tonight.”

You had to be at work later, you think, but right now it felt tempting. The way the mind works while under such desire and temptation is truly amazing.

“Okay.” you nod your head, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing and wishing it was Jimin’s cock.

Jimin’s cock was truly pretty, the tip flushed pink and angrily oozing pre-cum. You hate how it captivates you instantly, veins pulsing and it twitching for attention. 

Fuck you hated him even more now and the feeling was mutual.

Jimin grasps the length of his cock and inches closer to you, slapping the tip against your clit. You yelp when he begins to softly stroke it between your folds.

“I hate you.” Jimin groans, clouded eyes focusing on how well your pussy is coating the tip. “You have such a pretty pussy…fuck I hate you.” he groans with a shake of his head. It’s even prettier in person

You want to respond with the same statement. It wasn’t fair that Jimin’s cock was so pretty along with an attractive face, but you don’t have time to speak as he’s entering you.

Jimin groans, closing his eyes for a moment. So wet and tights; walls so warm wrapping around him greatly. He hated you with every fiber in him. A bitch like you shouldn’t have a pussy like this.

Your nails dig into his dark shirt, forcing him closer  - cock deepening inside of you. Your thighs quiver, mouth agape as you release a sharp moan from it. “...f-fuck…” you stutter.

Jimin connects your lips to his, releasing his cock just to plunge it right back inside of you. His left wraps itself around your waist while his right hand forces your thighs apart to keep you in place.

Jimin quickened his pace, tip scraping against your walls greedily, and you allowed it. He disconnects your lips to let out a hushed moan, forehead pressed against your own. He wants to be quiet, sure, but that meant he couldn’t fuck you the way he needed to and that wasn’t an option now.

“Shit…” Jimin grunts, nails digging into your thighs. “...fuck you feel so good. You’re such a bitch, Y/N, you don’t deserve to have a pussy this good.”

“Fuck you.” you hiss, clenching around his cock as he pounds it inside of you. It causes Jimin to gasp. You wrap both of your arms around his neck.

Jimin does, thrusts increasing as if to punish you. He lifts his head from touching your forehead to look right at your fucked out expression.

“Milking my cock like a whore. If this is what you wanted the entire time that’s all you had to say” Jimin grumbles, the room erupting in wet skin slapping against one another. He sure hopes no one comes down this hallway.

“You been wanting to fuck me, too.” you retort, head falling back to moan. He fucks you so deeply that your clit rubs against his pelvis each time - and each time did you whimper a little louder. “You’re the one fucking me like you love me.”

Jimin groans, now wrapping his right hand around your waist to keep you still as he continues to pound inside of you.

“I hate you.” Jimin spits, venom laced in his voice.

“I hate you, too.” you repeat, still pulling him closer while you continue to milk his cock. “I still want your cum in me.”

From the outside looking in - if people didn’t know you and Jimin were sworn enemies since the beginning of the school year - it did appear as if he felt some sort of compassion towards you. The way he refuses to let you go as he pounds inside of you, the way your arms wrap firmly around his neck. The little pecks of kisses here and there where you two would groan into one another’s mouth. The short breathy questions of “do you like it, baby?” Jimin would ask and the little, “yes, so much” you would respond with.

It truly didn’t appear like two enemies who hated the other’s soul would fuck so passionately. Yet, this sexual tension was years in the making. Jimin wouldn’t admit that he found you attractive prior to him subscribing to you just like you wouldn’t either.

“Play with yourself while I fuck you.” says Jimin, lips against yours. “Cum all over my cock like I know you’ve been desperate to do.”

“You never get tired of watching me play with myself.” you joke, but you didn’t protest the matter. You unhook your arms from Jimin’s neck and he allowed you to lay back a bit so you could. 

“Isn’t that what I pay you monthly for?” Jimin retorts smugly, his eyes watching as you place your fingers back onto your already sensitive clit. “Those gifts you get aren’t cheap.”

You know, you think. The lingerie set is the finest quality you’ve ever received - you wouldn’t tell him that, however.

“I know…” you sigh out, fingers twirling rapidly onto your clit. “Thank you.”

Knitting his brows, Jimin scoffs. That’s the first time he’s heard you thank him. 

Jimin decides to ignore you instead of telling you that he had more lingerie sets he thought would look nice on you. Then he’d sound like Jungkook - and he wasn’t a simp like him.

Your pussy was taking him far too well, Jimin grunts. There’s milky cream gushing onto his cock as he watches you, thrust turning sloppy. Your pussy clenches and unclenches around him while your thighs shake to be shut - something he wasn’t going to allow.

You’re cumming hard, your fluttering shut as your fingers lazily rub along onto your clit for added overstimulation. Your voice is a mere hushed whisper of “oh my god’s” and “fuck’s” that has Jimin going over the edge of how fucking whorish you look and sound; and the fact that it was him having you like this.

“Gonna cum in you…” Jimin groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he coats your womb entirely with his cum.

Your back hits the cold desk, chest heaving. Your body is entirely warm and the cool surface does nothing to lower your body temperature. You can feel the warm substance of his cum inside of you and you swallow.

Jimin’s head falls back as he attempts to catch his breath. He releases himself from you, assuring that you didn’t fall off the desk when he takes a step back

The high dies down and the two of you are quiet for the most part. Jimin pulls his pants back up and glances your way. 

“Are you okay?” Jimin brings himself to say, slightly through gritted teeth. You haven’t moved from the desk yet.

“Yes.” you respond meekly. 

Jimin scoffs. He picks up your discarded clothes from the ground and places them beside you. Jimin gives you a quick glance. “There’s…this cafe.” he grits once more, as if it was hurting him to speak with you. “That we can go to.”

“Good pussy got you asking me out on a date?” you ask, a teasing tone in your voice that has you giggling after you speak. You lift yourself into a seated position to look at the man.

“Fuck you.” Jimin hisses, a tint to his cheeks. “Good dick had you sprawled out on the desk.” he retorts. “It’s not a date, either.”

“Good, because,” you smile. “I hate you.”

“I hate you, too.” Jimin shrugs, a twitch upward of his own lips.

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Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 365!

1 year! One whole year of daily doodles!!

Honestly?? Idk how to feel, so much has happened since I first started this blog.

I guess I’ll just write what I’m thinking right now??

(Everything under the cut, this thing is longer than I expected)

A lot of this text probably isn’t going to make sense. I’m writing this at 1 am. If there’s any mistakes or errors that’s why. I’ll fix them in the morning maybe.

So like. This whole thing kinda started as a joke, I wasn’t intending to actually draw for a year straight lmao. Like I even used a completely different art style from my regular one that was simple, quick and intentionally dumb. Not that I’m upset by it, I’m actually quite proud of myself that I managed to stick to something for an entire year. That’s pretty unusual for me believe it or not. My original intention was to stop at maybe 20 days because I really wasn’t expecting for this blog to get as much love as it did.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so much to everyone who has followed and supported this silly little idea I had, you guys are the biggest reason my experience has been so positive and worth it. (Sure it’s not original but I hope it’s at least been interesting!)

I’ve said this a few times now but I’ve mentioned wanting to take a break. I’ll admit that even though it’s been fun it’s still pretty tiring to keep up with this blog sometimes since some recent life events have made it so hard. After some thought, I’ve decided that I’ll likely take a break sometime in the coming months. Maybe toward day 400 or so. As of right now, things are at a lull so I’ve been okay enough mentally and physically to keep up this daily streak I think. Though this could change in an instant for whatever reason.

Overall I think my burnout has kind of gone away I think?? Or at least I’ve been reinvigorated recently after replaying a few runs of hk randomizer and steel soul. No promises it’ll stay away but I silly expect it to come in waves.

Ok but call me crazy or delusional or whatever, but my hopes are up that Silksong will release this year. (which means slowing down/not doing daily doodles yay) I genuinely believe big news is coming since I’ve been getting a lot of dreams lately about something happening with Silksong in March. Idk, I could be wrong but after doing this for a year I’m literally clinging onto anything right now lol

I’d obviously still make the occasional doodle or two when HKSS releases but not daily. This stuff is tough to keep up sometimes, I would never do daily posts like this again once it’s over

Oh yeah also I have an actual big drawing I’m still working on, expect that in sometime in the next few weeks I think!

Anyway, I can’t think of anything else to say right now so I guess that’s it for now!

Thanks so much and here’s to more doodles!

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

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― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: s10/mid whisperers era

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

― warnings: literally nothing besides fluff!!

― wc: 925

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And then we can guess she never left.” 

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

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

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

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

But they didn’t need to know that.

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Hey lovely!! I love your work and I was wondering if you can do a baji x reader smut with like a friends to lovers where he gets jealous when one of his friends make a move on you as a joke but he can’t take it seeing y/n all happy’ with a. Anna that’s not him and can u please include where someone walks in on them at the end and he says something about how they became a couple like someone walks in and he he’s like “ can you ye out I’m trying to help my girlfriend clean up!” I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH I have read so much of ur stuff BbBbdbdbbdbd

Ima be honest, I wrote this when I was high so like, idek if this makes sense

Jealous! Baji x Reader (Smut)

Annoyed by your lack of attention, he huffed and puffed, and you still didn't say anything,

"What are you even reading that you are so invested in?" He muttered glancing at your book before pouting and setting his eyes aside.

"Huh, you don't know?" You turned to him and showed him your book cover.

Romeo and Juliet

"Ew, what the hell. Who the hell even reads that in their free time." He cringed at your sappy choice of book taste.

"Shut up will you, it's for the Drama Club. It's the annual play, other schools come and parents also come. I auditioned for fun, but I got the main role, Juliet." You explained, before someone abruptly opened the empty classroom door, it was lunch time.

"Woah, Y/n, did you actually join the annual play?!" It was Chifuyu, he was breathing and seemed...flustered.

"Oh, yeah. how'd you know?" You asked, tilting your head a little worried.

"The flyers are literally being passed out everywhere, look!" He unrolled the flyer and then slammed it on one of the desks.

You took a peek before,

"Woah.."

"Huh?-"

It was you and Ryusei Satou on the cover. You had a dagger in your hand aimed high at yourself as you knelt on your dead lover's body, Ryusei was lying on the floor with poison that fell in drops from his mouth, the tragic fate of Romeo and Juliet. On the cover, you looked just so beautiful, you looked alluring. Your eyes were magnetic, drawing people in with a combination of elegance and genuine warmth. Baji understood why you would be Juliet, no one fit better, you were beautiful both in and out, gentle, graceful, oh he could go on and on about you. He never liked to admit it, he loved you too much. But why was that asshole Ryusei, Romeo, he thought angrily.

The next couple of weeks, Baji has barely seen you. So imagine how he felt when he heard that the entire time you were with Ryusei practicing for the upcoming play. Almost as if you cheated on him, not like you were dating anyway. He didn't mean to stop, he really didn't. But when he heard your voice from outside the theater room, he stopped to listen. Even your voice made him flushed and nervous. However, he froze when he peeked in and saw how Ryusei had you in his arms as he performed dramatically. You were smiling and laughing even. You looked so happy with another guy, it broke his heart. He felt like punching him, or anyone at this point. It was now after school, Chifuyu stopped by Baji's apartment to study for upcoming exams and projects. Then he asked when he noticed how Baji seemed more angry than usual.

"Are you upset that Y/n and Ryusei are gonna kiss?" he shouldn't have said that.

"WHAT, THEY KISS?!" He shouted

"Ohh, I shouldn't have said that..."

"She can't- No- UGHH CAN SHE QUIT THAT STUPID PLAY ALREADY?" Baji groaned, throwing his books to the side before slamming his head on his desk.

"This is so stupid." He pulled onto his hair. He stopped and turned to Chifuyu, who muttered something.

"You got something to say?"

"Baji, she was gonna ask you to do the auditions with her but you turned her down for the gang, Also the play is in a couple days so I think it's too late to pull out now." He repeated himself, a little anxious.

Wait, he thought, was it that one time? Shit, he does remember when he turned down your request, you looked so sad and he promised to make it up to you, which he forgot to do. Fuck.

Now, it was Chifuyu's turn to be worried because of Baji's sudden absences. He couldn't be that affecting because of a silly play, right? C'mon that's Toman's First Division Captain, he can't be acting all childish and clingy when it comes to you, right? Wrong, he was in his room walking back and forth, whining about it.

Baji stayed home the day of the play, until he got a text from Chifuyu.

-- Holy shit, there's so many people at the school dude!"

He groaned and put his phone down, obviously people came. You were too unreal, too siren-like. He heard a knock on his door, it was his mom.

"Chifuyu told me what's been going on. I'm not here to talk to you because in truth, I think you deserve it. You had a chance and you wasted it and made her wait. And you know worst of all, YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT UP TO HER, and here you are being all childish and sad about the consequences to your own actions. If I were you, I would take my ass there and make it up to her." She scolded him, maybe it sounded harsh, but it was out of love, she was sad that he was putting himself through this.

"yeah, LIKE I KNOW HOW. AT THIS POINT, just let them be." He sighed defeated,

"Don't give me that bull. You know how Kei, I know what you've been doing." She said in a smug motherly tone.

He felt his face grow hot quickly as he glanced at the copy of the play he had read.

Stupid, he thought

He heard his mother's footsteps fade as she walked away once their conversation died out. She was right, Baji knew what to do, and he was gonna make it up to you, tonight!

Backstage, you were nervous, shaking even. You were wearing a silky and fancy long nightgown. It was a scene where you are on the balcony of your room confessing your love to the hidden Romeo as he listens to your heart-filled speech. The play was nearing its end, which meant it was closing to where you had to kiss Romeo or more specifically, Ryusei. Which you found extremely awkward. You noticed Chifuyu in the crowd earlier in the play, he was waving and cheering. However, it saddened you how Baji didn't come, he probably had another important gang meeting, you thought. It was the final scene now. You were getting ready to step on stage before you heard some ruckus in the background, before you had time to figure out. The play started and you stepped onto the stage. You talked clearly and passionately, You called out to your lover, this is when Ryusei was to step out and capture you in a breathtaking kiss after some sensual words. You waited, but no one came out. You called out again, nervously.

Suddenly, from the opposing curtain, he walked out. The stage lighting made the moment feel unreal, wait am I imagining this? Why was the one that stepped out of the curtain, it was Baji, it was really Baji. You gasped before you continued with your act. it was subtle but you glanced at Chifuyu who seemed also equally confused. Finally, the play was gonna end, the last scene was a recreation of the Flyer. Romeo and Juliets end. You stabbed yourself with Romeo's dagger as you fell onto Romeo's poisoned body. The crowd roared with 'woos" and cheers as they applauded loudly. You felt hands grip your waist, Baji whispered,

"Y/n, meet me in the costume closet after this. It's important."

What the hell was going on? you thought, first, Baji is distancing himself from you, then he shows up randomly in the play you in AND KISSES YOU. and NOW, he wants to talk to you alone after the play. But if you wanted to find out, you'd have to confront him. It was later after the show now, you were in front of the costume closet, no one was back there. You took a deep breath before entering, Baji was waiting, leaning against the wall.

"Hey Baji, what's up?"

"Keisuke, My name's Keisuke."

"Ookay...Keisuke."

He hated how awkward you seemed around him, he wanted you to laugh and smile like how you were with Ryusei. He sighed as he stood up and approached you, suddenly you were pushed against one of the walls.

"Y/n, do you hate me?" He whispered, coming in closer, leaving little space between your lips.

No, quite the opposite actually, you thought, but you couldn't say that. You just looked to the side avoiding his gaze. He gritted his teeth harshly

"Look at me damnit!" He growled as he forced you to look at him directly.

"Tch, you like this don't you?" He smirked as he toyed with you. He grabbed your face, roughly and chuckled. You glanced at his lips as you both closed in on each other, your eyes locked in an electric gaze, anticipation hung in the air like a delicate melody. The world seemed to pause as your lips met, creating an intimate universe where only the soft whispers of your breaths and the tender exchange of kisses existed. His hands delicately cradled your face, and your fingers entwined in the strands of his hair. The kiss unfolded like a choreography of emotions, starting with a tender exploration and building into a passionate crescendo. Time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every fleeting moment of this shared intimacy. Your breath hitched as you felt Baji placing soft kisses and even nibbling on your sensitive neck. The warmth of his lips, coupled with the gentle pressure and softness of the kisses, created the obvious tension and the sense of both of your intimacy and arousal.

"Y/n, I'm gonna fuck you now." He already had his hand in your costume.

"Fuck, your this wet because of me, you're not scared of being caught, You little slut." You whimpered as you rode his fingers,

"K-keisuke, wait- I-" You tried to formulate a sentence but your moans cut you off.

"Uh, Y/n! Baji! Are you guys here?" You gasped as you put both your hands on your mouth, controlling your moans.

"Huh?! What you want, Chifuyu! Can't you see I'm helping my girlfriend change out of her costume, go now!"

Embarrassed, Chifuyu runs out, He sighed,

"You were right... Ryusei."

"Told ya." He smirked as he knew, the only way to get Baji to make a move on you was to make him a little jealous. 

[alittlebitofloveliness]

any soda headcanons?

Hi! I hope these suffice, I couldn't help but throw a little bit of Stevepop in :)

Sodapop Curtis Headcanons

-The Curtis house has a half finished basement which is where the laundry machine is, but the ceiling is FULL of spiders and spiderwebs. Both Darry and Pony are PETRIFIED of spiders, like Ponyboy is jumping from foot to foot and hyperventilating and Darry SHRIEKS when he sees one, so its always Soda’s job to de-spider the basement and he absolutely hates it (he's a little scared of them too, but not nearly as bad as his brothers)

-He has the friendship equivalent of those ‘you cheated on me in my dreams and now I’m mad at you”. One time he dreamed Steve left him stranded at the Dingo and was lowkey pissed at him the next day. Poor Steve was SO confused

-Loves both peanut butter and chocolate by themselves, but HATES when they’re combined together. Bro HATES reeses cups with a passion

-After the Curtis parents died he snuck into their room, stole his mother's half full perfume bottle and hid it in his bedside table. Sometimes before he goes to bed, when Ponyboy is busy brushing his teeth, he’ll spritz a little on his wrist because when he closes his eyes and smells her perfume he can pretend his mom is hugging him again.

-Thinks bananas are spicy (they’re not, he’s just mildly allergic but doesn’t realise it. Everyone in the gang thinks he’s making a joke every time he says it. He isn’t.)

-Him and Steve swing dance together at work sometimes when they’re working alone in the garage and his stomach flutters every time Steve dips him 

-Cannot sing to save his life and does it all the time anyway. Like, he sounds like he’s gargling with rocks, it’s actually painful. Dally has literally paid him to shut up before.

-Steve’s pet cat absolutely HATES him and Soda will always and forever be mad about it because “what did I ever do to her???”

-Can’t remember what his dad’s voice sounded like anymore. It haunts him.

-The easiest way to piss him off is to disrespect Steve in front of him. Sodapop is convinced the sun shines from his grumpy best friend’s glaring eyes, and if anyone doesn’t see that he WILL throw hands, no questions asked

-The Curtis’ have a chore jar full of little slips of paper with the really unpleasant chores they only have to do once in a while written on. Every three months they each draw two each so that way it’s fair who does what. EVERY single time Soda ends up having to clean behind the stove and he’s forever bitter about it because “it looks like a crime scene back there Dar and I know it ain’t just my fault!”

-He and Steve gave each other stick and poke tattoos once but his got SUPER infected. He would’ve had to tell Darry and probably go to the hospital if it weren’t for Evie, who luckily had some training from her tribe’s medicine woman and managed to fix him up.

-Him and Darry do rock paper scissors to decide who has to tell Ponyboy when he has a doctors appointment because Pony always gets SO mad and neither of them wanna deal with him

-Once walked in on Two-bit in an, ahem, compromising position, and hasn’t been the same since

-He used to socially drink pretty often but stopped when he realised how much drunk him really wanted to kiss Steve on the mouth

-Started drinking socially again when sober him kissed Steve on the mouth and the world didn’t end

-He draws faces on the eggs in the fridge, partially because he just finds it fun, but also because it always gets Darry to smile and shake his head fondly, and there isn’t enough that makes Darry smile these days

-Darry made him promise when he first started work full-time that he’d keep half his pay check for himself. He promised, but only ever keeps about 10% of what he makes as spending money. He’s determined to make sure neither Darry nor Ponyboy ever find out

-Wishes he was a bit more like either of his brothers, because even though he loves them more than anything, they have more in common with each other than they willl ever have with him and sometimes he feels like the odd man out in his own family, especially now his mom and dad are gone

-Had asthma as a kid but he grew out of it by the time he turned 10

[sherryrowen]

I don’t think this is very canon to these two but I thought it’d be fun to draw them in this situation (plus the pun/joke, idk if it’s that funny but I thought it fit undefell sans)

I just read a little comic of Underfell and I just wanted to draw these two, also I wanted to practice making a comic or something like it (if this even counts as a comic)

The setting here is that it’s a few years in the past, sans just got his jacket from Grillby and Papyrus is in his late teens (like, literally just turned 19)

Originally I thought of having Fell sans smoking a cigar, but I don’t support that stuff so I scraped that idea, I’m thinking of maybe drawing the fight that led up to this moment but I’m not sure, if do end up drawing it I’ll post it here (but I doubt it)

Here’s a bonus, a character reference sheet I made of Underfell sans plus the sketch for the comic (again pardon the water mark)

Underfell sans and papyrus belong to underfella

[houpss]

Relationships with SKZ

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

BANG CHAN+HWANG LILY (Chanly):

To begin with, she was deeply in love with him and Now she feels great affection for him, she literally cannot live without him for a second.

She literally fell in love with Chan because he was so kind to her while they were trainees.

Very cute and soft duet.

Lily helped Chan a lot with his self-esteem and self-acceptance, they did a great job together.

And Chan is always there when Lily has anxiety attacks or panic attacks, he's always there.

She is his regular guest in the Chan's room (more on that later)

Very popular pairing!!! (hyunlix, minsung and chanly almost three main ways )

She cried every time he said something bad to himself.

She takes him shopping, because Chan doesn’t really like this business.

The NOT funniest jokes that only they laugh at .

Mmm, she loves Chan's curls, plays with them every chance she gets.

bro...they're literally dating, don't you get it? THEY'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP

How did it happen?

Literally one phrase from Lily one cold and bad evening changed everything

Nicknames for the Chan (in phone):Channie wife 🌹

Nicknames for the Lily (in phone): Teddy Lily 🐻❤️

LEE KNOW+HWANG LILY (Limin):

Minho was extremely annoyed that Lily would be in a MAN group.

Constant joint training brought them closer, very close.

In front of the cameras, they tease each other and literally mock each other, but outside the cameras...

Outside of cameras and public life, they are together, they love each other

bro...they are like brother and sister. they love each other so much

Lily is very attracted to him

Dance duet. THEY DANCED THE TROUBLE MAKER (what Hyunjin and Minho danced)

Small acts of caring.

He holds her hand in public, this is the norm.

They watch anime or cook together (that's why they live in the same dorm)

So much sarcasm.

Lily mom sunidunidori.

A couple of volunteers and a couple of sincerity

Nicknames for Lee Know (in phone): cat lover 🐈‍⬛

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): annoying lady 👾

SEO CHANGBIN+HWANG LILY (Binli):

THEY BECAME FRIENDS RIGHT AFTER CHANGBIN JOINED JYP.

Lily can just walk up to him and start screaming and Changbin will scream back.

They eat together and always eat.

She makes fun of Changbin because of his height, and Changbin is indignant.

Changbin steals Lily's cookies.

the noisiest in the group and in the company.

Changbinie teaches Lily women's choreography.

Lily dies at the sight of his muscles.

"My little dwaekki is lives in the gym???"

They're just fun and noisy.

Sometimes they write song lyrics together.

Nicknames for Changbin (in phone):Changbin 🐽🐰

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):LILYYYY ❤️

HWANG HYUNJIN+HWANG LILY (Lyhyun):

We disliked each other a little before debut.

But this immediately passed when the survival show began.

So aesthetic and flirty together 🫦

Hyunjin has a collection of Lily's portraits.

She makes hairstyles out of his hair, but Lily's favorite hairstyle is TWO TAIL ON THE SIDE (I’m dying, girls)

Hyunjin doesn't like to be touched a lot, but she's allowed.

She protects him from all the hate 🥺🥺

So beautiful and their interactions are going viral on social media.

Lily often watches Hyunjin draw, it's just so cozy.

THEIR HANDS DIFFERENCE.. Hyunjin's arms are 20.5 cm, and Lily's are 16.5.

He kissed her once on the cheek at a concert (oh my god, how the fans love it)

"My world is your peace of mind, and I am your protection"

Nicknames for Hyunjin (in phone): Mr.Hwang

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):Mrs.Hwang

HAN JISUNG+HWANG LILY (Lisung):

These bro jokers of the group.

They both have mental problems...

They write sad lyrical songs together.

Sweet tooth and of course the leaders of the sunny trio.

He's so chaotic and she's calm.

There are paired rings and paired T-shirts, the participants consider their T-shirts to be cringe, but they like it.

A very noisy duet part 2

Lily Paints Jisung's Nails.

They walk together to refresh their minds and get back to normal.

Walking with dogs is possible!

High notes are their place of comfort.

They didn't communicate during their trainee days.

Nicknames for Jisung (in phone): Squirrel 🌙

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily ily

LEE FELIX+HWANG LILY (Lilix):

HER LITTLE BOY LIX 🥺🥺🥺

completes the sunny trio.

UBUBUBU LILY IS VERY GENTLE AND CAREFUL WITH HIM.

they bake desserts together!

Felix arranges ASMR sessions for Lily.

She saw his abs and went crazy.

Literally two kittens.

Lily's soft voice and Felix's bass....

They have several covers and songs together and maybe stay will hear them.

She was very careful and gentle with him during her trainee days, because Felix was very shy and afraid.

HE IS HER SUNSHINE:(((

They're soulmates, okay?

The second most popular pairing is with Lily (Chanly is in first place, and Limin is in third)

Nicknames for Felix (in phone): Bby sunny 🥺🩷

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Kitten soo 😼

KIM SEUNGMIN+HWANG LILY (Seungly):

Okay...he's a pain in her ass.

SHE BARKED AROUND HIM ONCE (he thinks she's weird)

Lily loves his vocals and his voice.

Seungmin mocks Lily, but he also knows how to care.

Seungmin teaches Lily to play baseball, but she is not a very good player.

He takes photos of her, because according to Lily, Seungmin takes the best photos.

Snarky #1

When she is anxious, he brings her some soft toy and leaves.

But then the boy always finds out how she feels.

DAY6 FANS

Let Seungmin smile so widely next to Lily

Nicknames for Seungmin (in phone): Don't pick up the phone

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily bear

I.N+HWANG LILY (Lijeon):

Her sweet child!

But, I want to say that Jeongin is 23 (!) and he is such a protection and support for Lily, he loves her very much 🥺

They go to Busan together and hang out there

Jeongin's family considers Lily their daughter (problems in Lily's family)

Jeongin is so handsome and sweet, Lily loves his company

He repeatedly selected looks and outfits for her for some outings and she did the same for him.

Jeongin allows Lily to hug him WITHOUT PROBLEMS AND NOT LIKE WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS.

Literally helped him with his homework

They have a card (which all the Stays fight for) where they are hugging and they are wearing pale pink outfits

They watch dramas at night (Chan scolds them for this).

Nicknames for Jeongin (in phone): millionaire guy

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): beautiful bear 🐻🫂