#Mmm yummy fics

[corvidcrafts273]

obscure fandoms my beloved

(yes this is about shoot from the hip my latest interest and how i hope to put one of my fics into the pile)

[longtallglasses]

if in s5 Mike and Will have to hide from something in the upside down or hide in a closet, this is the energy I'd like to see, from my blair witch fic, hands over mouths to keep quiet the whole shebang.

“Well, we’ll try, won’t we? I’m not losing you again, Will.”

Will raises his head to look at him, nervous to ask, “You’re not scared of me?” his voice oh so small.

Mike shakes his head like he’s disgusted with the words coming out. “No, I could never be scared of you. Need I repeat you just carried me through the woods, in the dark, on your own. You're my hero.” Mike says adamantly.

Will sighs, he wishes he could feel the words Mike is saying. Mike doesn’t know though, he didn’t see the delight on his face when he ripped open that bunny’s guts, he doesn’t know that there’s evil dormant in his body.

“I think you should be scared of me,” he says.

Mike almost looks like he's gonna get angry, but then he takes Will's hands in his, and his eyes go impossibly soft, “I meant what I said, Will. You’re perfect. To me you’re- you’re everything… I- I love you so much.”

Will stills at his words. His hands still in Mike's. He stops shaking and looks up. Mike’s looking at him like he’s worried he said the wrong thing. But, no, he said the most absolute right thing.

He’s going to ask. He’s going to ask what he means, say more. When they hear the unmistakable crunch of footsteps.

They both lock eyes, widening in dawning fear.

“Wh-” Mike starts, but Will quickly shoves his hand over his mouth. He drags him to the ground, maybe it will make them smaller, more easily hidden. Laying facing each other, Will indicates silence. Mike nods, he brings his own hand up to cover Will’s mouth.

The feet stalk around the tent. The two of them don’t break eye contact, like they’re having a competition for it. Will wants to remind Mike it’s not real.

Mike closes his eyes for just an instant, “Mm!” Will hums through his hand. Mike pushes Will’s hand aside, “I thought you said be quiet?” he mouths the words. “Yeah, but I need to see your eyes, don’t look away.”

More crunching, and then the giggles come, and Will wants to scream. Of course they’ve come, of course they found them.

“It’s not real, remember?” Mike says.

Every sound feels torturous, like they’re taunting him, goading him, wanting him to crack, wanting him to fall apart. He knows it and it’s working.

“Hey,” Mike says, he didn’t realize he had looked away. “Don’t look away. Nothing else is real. Just look at me, nothing else is real.”

Will looks at him pleading, make it stop. Make everything go away please.

Maybe he said that out loud he doesn’t know, because then Mike is pulling his face in so close their noses are touching. Their eyes transfixed on only one possible focal point.

“Nothing else is real,” Mike repeats, “just us. Don’t look away, cus nothing else is real.”

Will nods as much as he can, “Nothing else is real.”

"Everything outside of the tent isn't real, just me and you, don't look away."

"Don't look away," Will repeats. They stare into each others eyes until everything falls away. It really is just them. He's never looked at anyone so intensely. The brown of Mike's eyes seem to grow larger and larger, he thinks it really is the only thing that's real in the world.

“We’re the only thing that’s real right now, nothing else exists.” Mike whispers right against his lips.

And something in those words unleashes a dam. A dam so painstakingly built, but full of so many holes. He watches the water rush right over them as Mike connects their lips.

[swagglessmoth]

Love me a good fic in which my fave fucking dies and the rest of the characters grieve. That’s the good shit 🙏 💯🔥🔥🔥

[mihii-i]

sanctuary.

Pairings: vi x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, self destructive habits mentioned, alcoholism, vi’s trauma, reader is vi’s best friend (again, GO READ PART 1.), friends to lovers, girls kissing this isn’t even a silly warning anymore cause whys there a rise in homophobes, emo vi yes she’s hot but I was lowkey scared at first, mmm angst very yummy, ouuu this is turning out good okay, violence, idk what other warnings to put, caitvi not working out in this fic’s course of events, gay gay homosexual gay, not proofread.

A/N: now playing: head over heels by gunboikaz—here’s the lil surprise I was edging yall for ong- collab fic with @kadriss-loves-gifflars please go read part 1 on her page, yes it is mandatory cause this fic is a part 2 to that. Anyway I guess this was my little way of jumping out of saying that I’m writing for arcane now so yippee 🕯️

“Don’t thank me, it’s what I want to do for you.”

Those words rolled off of your tongue in a timeless, slow sentiment, accompanying your ardent embrace you enveloped Vi in as if you never wanted to detach yourself from the woman hemmed between your arms. Breath fanning against her soaked shoulder, you took the initiative to briefly thumb along the drenched fabric stuck to her skin in comforting, circular motions. Easing Vi into your touch as you attempted to outline her masked tattoos through the fabric as best as you could remember.

Each shaky breath quivering against her lower lip only allowed her to pathetically wallow in the small sliver of solace in your warmth, clinging onto the simple sentence of consolation you had provided her like a lifeline while fighting back the sting of her tears threatening to circle back and spill.

She weakly attempted to push back the fleeting moments of adoration that remained burned into her skull, every time that wave of dizziness latched onto her temples and seeped across every little crevice of her head whenever she reminisced on Caitlyn’s features, staring her down ever since that awful day where she groveled at her feet in tears.

It truly was too much for her. Torn down on countless occasions with nothing but the awful stab of guilt and regret, eating away at her alongside the twist of every set of knuckles burying into her gut, drives of pain endured from her beatings in Stillwater gradually ripping away her sanity along with it over the years. Vi’s motivation had tensed and wavered along a thin string of stability she had dug into the thick earth of her breaking soul, being dragged away from both her younger sister and her best friend, left to wonder what became of them as they were alone…seperated.

Punches upon punches cracked along the rugged stone splayed along the cell walls filling the numbing void within her that swallowed her whole. The two people she had loved wholeheartedly either lingering within the sharp outcome of death, or something possibly worse. Although Vi had always hoped that the former wouldn’t become of you both, praying to herself that she wouldn’t have to stumble upon either yours or Powder’s corpse whenever she was able to bust out of prison—it was undeniable that death would’ve been the more merciful option for the two of you in said circumstances.

Strangely enough, Caitlyn’s presence remedied the sickening ailment that split her in half, being able to slowly piece back together the person Vi once was. The one that she had been stripped of in the hellfire of her waning sanity in the Stillwater Hold. It was ironic, really. The seeds of her pain and suffering where rooted in the causes of enforcers, who reduced her feeling of any security drowned into heaping piles of gravel making up the post rubble of battle.

However the woman who had healed that ache, touched her heart in a way was none other than an enforcer herself, supposed to be draped clad in her armor from head to toe like the rest, yet her soft features as a mural of her humanity were able to pull Vi in, like the calm to a storm, soothing the hurt swirling within her chest.

Perhaps that irony could now be shot down, considering the current situation at hand. Or rather, in your arms. The very source of this newfound pain Vi was drowning herself in, was indeed that same enforcer. Digging herself into the pits of her self destructive habits slowly chipped away at her identity, leaving her to question who she truly was in the midst of the thudding maelstrom her emotions conjured up.

“Vi? You feeling okay now?” You inquired in a soft murmur, the showers of rain continuously pattering against the ground outside both heightening and easing Vi’s anxiety in a mind breaking juxtaposition. Your voice however, no doubt was a remedy to her pain, the tip of her nose brushing against your neck once more as her eyes glued shut. Her hold on you remained firm as she tried to calm herself in the moral quandary of what she had became, attempting to suppress those rising feelings of abhorrence that consumed her whole.

Vi simply shook her head in response to your question, choking back the light sniffles that threatened to gag out themselves. The freezing steel of her nose ring continued to collide flush against your already frigid throat, thin drops of water dribbling down your chin as you somber expression remained fixed on your best friend’s ruined form.

Dull streaks of black paint smudged along the dusted skin of your arm, taking in the vile tar smudged along her face to mask the tattoo of her own name engraved deep onto her cheek. It was quite hard to tell from the way she remained silent in your arms, had she truly lost herself altogether? You could only do nothing but ponder if the Vi you had once knew had dissipated into a mere memory lingering in the back of your head.

Every hit. Every scream, each downed bottle of alcohol was disturbingly clear in your head. Tracing back on the times you in fact watch Vi lose herself right before your eyes, unfolding into a self destructive flurry that circled back on and on in a seemingly unending routine. Clatters of coins pebbling to the ground at your feet as she continued throwing hook after hook at her opponent, along with steel alcohol cups colliding against each other with erupted cheers among the crowd was nothing short of sickening for you.

God, why couldn’t you see earlier how bad this really was?

You were a shitty friend for being unable to stop her.

Frequently, you’d have an arm slung over her wasted form, the reeking scent of alcohol emanating from her soiled lips in shallow breaths. Often times even having to treat her bloodied self as you spent several minutes cleaning and patching up her wounds.

“Why are you still here?”

She finally croaked out, her voice hoarse and shaky. You replied with a shrug, retracting your head before giving her exposed shoulders a gentle squeeze.

“Probably cause the woman I was best friends with was nowhere to be seen for seven years? I knew that once I saw you again, I wouldn’t let go again. Not for a second.”

“You’re oddly stubborn aren’t you?”

Her brief laugh was mixed in with a hint of a scoff, disbelieving of the fact that you’d go to such lengths for someone like her.

“Maybe I am. What about it? I care about you, Vi. I thought that much was obvious.”

You paused, a hint of a tiny smile crossing your lips in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Also, you’re getting that paint all over me.”

Before she could back away as a subtle apology, you swiftly grasped her calloused fingertips between yours, gently tracing your thumb against the crimson lumps of her knuckles through the wrapping of the bandaging. Expression residing in a woeful sting, you carefully observed the battered injuries protruding through the dirty white lining, a grim reminder of the turmoil she had suffered at the disheartening experiences of both her sister and—now ex-girlfriend is what you supposed you could call her.

“You’re strong, Vi. You’ve got a good heart, and I’m proud of you for being able to endure this.”

A brief flicker of that fluffy tenderness returned for a split second to mist over her eyes, both your scent and touch occupying every sense in her body to block out the dizzying whiff of alcohol, alongside the trashy odor of the crappy room she found herself laying in to cope with her grief.

You. Her best friend. You were able to keep yourself anchored to her like an angel looking out for her best needs, keeping an arm around her even when she batted it away. She was truly greatful to you.

But was she supposed to be feeling this for her best friend? Especially after she had gotten all mopey over Cait to the point where she was in every sight of hers. Fuck, was this how Jinx felt every waking moment of the day?

Despite the presence of Caitlyn in her life, Vi couldn’t help but feel the pressure of her affection toward you clenching her heart like the cut of a thin string, the twinge of guilt quickly being replaced with the manner in which you entranced her with a magnetic attraction. She wasn’t supposed to, but perhaps she imagined what life would be like with you if Caitlyn didn’t steal her heart first, picturing the impossibly perfect life of residing on peace with your head nuzzled to her shoulder.

Vi felt safe whenever you were so much as seated beside her, basking in the comfort of your enchanting presence even if you were doing nothing but staring off into space in exhaustion. The comfort of her best friend was her sanctuary where she could escape the struggles of this battle ridden life, balanced on an imbalance of chewing off scraps and living in luxury among the duality of both Zaun and Piltover.

That feeling only amplified upon feeling your palm caress her tar stained cheek, tilting her head to face you directly as her eyes fixated on your piercing glare of fondness. Eyes boring into yours, Vi really couldn’t tell what came over her as she strung her fingers into the back of your thin locks, digging them to massage along your scalp as her lips gnawed at yours hopelessly in desperation.

She was about to withdraw herself from you in regret, fearing that she had broken the only relationship she had left intact. But she wouldn’t have to worry about that. Not from how you were grasping at either side of her face with a heightened need roused in your own kisses dragging along her chapped lips to drown in the metallic aftertaste of old blood seeping along your tongue. Pressed chest to chest with her as you could practically feel both of your hearts hammering against each other’s chest in rhythm.

Heavy breaths fostered the atmosphere of the murky room upon pulling away from each other, a tired smile adorning Vi’s lips form the aftermath of your gentle kiss as she collapsed back onto your chest in exhaustion. You could only muster up a giggle as your heavy breaths subsided, stroking your fingers along the remaining fades of pink peeking through the blackened stains of her locks before whispering while you hugged her from behind, leg draped over her waist.

“I missed you, you know.”

A/N: BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAA YES GAWDDDDD SURPISE HOS I WRITE FOR ARCANE NOW please request more of this show now I’m back in my arcane prison phase pls PLEASE REQUEST THIS ALONG BES YUMYUMYUM

Anyway @kadriss-loves-gifflars tysm queen I had so much fun with this collab and this turned out very yummy I love this

[haeryna]

the sadness we shared is my clarity ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ↪ fushiguro megumi x reader

summary: it's spring when fushiguro megumi finds you. it's summer when he realizes he loves you. but as the days shorten, and time runs out, megumi realizes you're slipping away.

tw: angst, as per usual. mentions of gore, and sexual tension but nothing explicit or nsfw. you and megumi are both idiots. half of this was churned out in a day so please give the author grace. not proofread. arrangedmarriage!au and friends to enemies to lovers. megumi is Mean. mutual pining, so much that i want to throw up. mmm yummy clan politics

notes: banner by the lovely @/cafekitsune! title taken from txt's deja vu. had this fic rotting in my head and in my drive. dedicated to riko, for being one of the first mooties i ever had. love you @riaki !!

also i'm sorry everyone for vanishing off the face of the earth pls accept this fic as an apology :'))

part one/??

It’s summer, and the air in Kawasaki is miserably hot and oppressive. Tacky skin clings to thick cloth, and Megumi grimaces at the feeling. Gojo had finally decided to send all the first years together on a mission to deal with a group of Grade 3 spirits, deeming his pupils “worthy to finally make their debut!” To celebrate, Nobara had corralled everyone to a small cafe, located near the train station. “Cmon, this place has air conditioning, and Ijichi won’t be here for at least another hour,” she insists, fingers wrapped around the curve of your wrist. Begrudgingly, Megumi follows along, heavy with the knowledge that where you go, he'll follow.

He can’t help but sneak glances over, as you and Nobara fawn over the icy desserts and drinks the cafe has to offer. The soft swoop of your neck is revealed as you lean in closer to peer at the deserts hidden behind the glass. A bead of sweat trickles down into the hollow of your collarbone, and Megumi swallows hard, forcing himself to look away. The flush on his cheeks is from the summer heat, he tells himself. He can’t quite bring himself to believe it. 

“Fushiguro!” you call out, and he forces himself to look at you. “What is it?” 

“Aren’t you going to get a drink?”

Megumi hesitates, before grumbling an affirmative. As the other three move to secure a table, he turns to face the cashier. She seems younger than him by a few years, makeup done even in the hot weather with mascaraed eyelashes batting at him innocently. She misses the proffered bills, running her hand along his, before apologizing a bit breathily. “It’s fine,” Megumi sighs. His thoughts wander as the cashier chatters away mindlessly. You were favoring your right side. Were you injured? Had one of the curses somehow reached you before he could stop them? Your technique had seemed to wane towards the end of the fight. Were you overexerted? Did he have to speak to Gojo about how hard he’d been training you? 

He pulls himself from his thoughts just in time to notice the cashier leaning over the counter, watching him curiously. “Would you like a receipt, sir?” 

“No,” is his curt reply, shoving all of his traitorous thoughts of you deep down inside of himself. The cashier pouts. “If you fill out a survey, you can get five dollars off on your purchase!” 

Megumi can feel himself grimacing. Nobara would kick his ass if he didn’t at least take it and offer it to her. “Fine then.” As he turns back to the table, he scowls at the too-bright smile on Yuuji’s face. “What’s that look for?” 

“Fushiguro, she was totally hitting on you!” 

He swats away the eager high five. “Did the curses fuck with your brain or something?” 

“No, seriously, look at the receipt she gave you!” 

Megumi can feel the heat of your gaze as he unravels the receipt. Under the printed text of “FIVE DOLLARS OFF AFTER SURVEY COMPLETION!” was a line of neatly printed numbers. Scowling, he shoves the offending piece of paper in your direction. “Here. Take it.” 

“I don’t want your leftovers,” you shoot back, eyes blazing, and his traitorous heart wrenches. “It’s not for the number, idiot. Weren’t you and Kugisaki just complaining about spending that much money on drinks? Take the survey and stop whining.” 

He lets himself fall back in the familiar rhythm of bickering with Nobara as she swats at him. He’ll do anything to avoid the way your offended gaze turns thoughtful, how you seem to study his face as he forces himself to continue the lie he’s let himself live. You cannot be his, Megumi thinks desperately, even after the four of you depart the cafe, and after you toss the crumpled up wad of paper into the trash can. Even as you fall asleep in the backseat of the car, head perched onto his shoulder, he fights down the growing panic and nausea. He would rather break his own heart in the process than let you suffer from his affections. 

Cursed, he thinks. There’s a reason his mother passed, his father killed, and his sister stolen away. He’s as cursed as the shadows that seep from his domain with their tendrils that wrap and curl over every inch of light. Megumi has already accepted that the feelings that grow by the day can never be revealed. You, with your sunshine laugh, whose tender hands would always reach for him after a mission. Fushiguro, you’d say, kindly. You’re hurt again. Let me grab the first aid kit. You, with your hands that are soft and gentle, as much as Megumi’s hands are calloused and stained. 

I love you, he finally admits, as he carries you from the car back to your room. Yuuji had an ankle injury, and Nobara couldn’t handle hauling your weight up the stairs leading back to Jujutsu Tech. At least, that’s what he tells himself, as he shifts your weight in his arms, feeling the way you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him. I love you. Your eyelashes flutter in your sleep, brow crinkling ever so slightly. Gently, Megumi smoothes it over with his thumb. I love you. 

Fushiguro Megumi was by no means a religious man. He’d known that there was no god in the battlefields of a sorcerer, no mercy in the torturous death that only curses could offer. And yet, as he lowers you down to the comfort of your mattress, he finds himself praying. I’ll do anything, he thinks, as he watches you in the depths of your slumber. I’ll give up my body, my soul, my life. Just please let her live. Please let her be happy. 

Please give her someone that could take better care of her than I ever could. 

Fushiguro Megumi found you in the first rainfall of spring. 

You hadn't noticed him, quietly watching the droplets fall on the sakura trees planted near the perimeter of Jujutsu Tech. The edges of your kimono were stained with mud, with a chunk of your haori ripped out on the left side. Megumi frowned. Silk, he noted, and gold. You’re dressed too well to be here, but too oblivious to be a threat. Just to be sure, he let his fingers curl around the handle of one of his tonfas before he spoke. 

“Who are you?” 

Startled, you turned to face him, and his scowl deepened. You were pretty, even with your eyes rounded in shock, and the undignified noise that had escaped you when you realized you weren’t alone. When you told him your name, voice hesitant, Megumi couldn't help but hate the way his heart reacted as you spoke. 

“I’m looking for Gojo Satoru,” you finished, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip as you waited for his response. Megumi swallowed hard.

“A lot of people do.” He kept his tone steady, forced himself not to let the heat in his chest rise to his face. “What’s a Kamo doing here, looking for him?” 

Megumi had heard of you, of course. Gojo had raised him with at least a basic understanding of the three Big Families, and their prominent figures from both the past and present. The half-sister to Noritoshi Kamo, you had been held behind while your elders sent him away to the sister school in Kyoto. Women, Gojo had said, tone playful but eyes cold, are seen as nothing more than breeding stock and political pawns. They’ll probably keep her there until she’s married off. 

Something seems to settle inside you, and Megumi can’t help but watch, ensnared in the web you weave. Your hands smooth over the creases in your kimono as you exhaled, shoulders rounding back. Even covered in grime you radiated elegance, though you were betrayed by the still-skittish look in your eyes. “I’m here to make a deal with him.” 

A few days after the four of you had returned from your assignment in Kawasaki, you realized that Megumi was behaving rather oddly. 

At first, he seemed moody. Tired, you assumed. With promotions coming up, Gojo-sensei had been training the four of you even more rigorously than usual. Your mornings were filled with research, analyzing the few texts that Jujutsu Tech had recovered on cursed techniques that were even remotely similar to your own. The evenings were spent sparring, with thick dust kicked up under the lukewarm breeze, and the faint howls of Megumi’s shikigami in the distance. 

Sighing, you squat down, calling softly into the woods until one of his Divine Dogs trot out, tongue lolling out happily. You can’t help the wistful smile that tugs at your lips as you run your fingers through soft, black fur. They’d taken a liking to you, after you started carrying a few dog treats in your gear to give to them. Megumi had always complained that you spoiled them, babied them too much. You couldn’t help it. You loved his shikigami dearly. 

What did that say about you? The thought makes you lightheaded for a moment. The heat, you think, a bit desperate. It was all the heat. 

“You’re late.” 

You tilt your head backwards, startling at how close he’d gotten to you. He’s dressed for the summer heat, ditching his uniform for something more practical. Linen pants brush by you as he reaches your side, and your heart seems to convulse when you realize you can see the slight ripple of muscle under the fabric of his shirt.  Heat flares in your cheeks and you look away. Stormy eyes study you, a flicker of something predatory passing through them before he turns to his shikigami. 

“And you. Stop running off like that.” 

The Divine Dog whines, and you crinkle your nose, turning back to meet his gaze. “I was calling for it because I couldn’t find you. You weren’t where we normally spar.” 

“Gojo wanted us to use the other fields.” 

“Fine, fine.” Petulant, you reach for his wrist, hoisting yourself up off the ground. Before you can even speak, he’s tearing it from your grasp as though you’ve burnt him. “Hurry up. We’re losing light.” 

You follow after him quietly, ignoring the sting in your hand from the phantom contact. He’s probably overwhelmed with the work we’ve been doing, you remind yourself, yet you can’t help the slight feeling of dread that runs up your spine. His dog noses at your palm, whining softly, as thought it can sense your distress. Its owner however seems none the wiser. 

“Why did you want to spar today? Didn’t Gojo-sensei say we could take today off?”  

“The next mission is the one that the higher-ups are sending us on to see if we should be recommended for a higher grade. That means it’s going to be more dangerous than usual.” 

The trees clear to reveal a clearing, grass matted down from hours of sparring. “I hate when you’re right.” 

Megumi spares you a sharp glance but says nothing else. “Warm up quickly. I want to be back before it gets dark.” 

You stretch out under the waning light, letting your technique run through your body for a few moments. Cheating, Yuuji would insist, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t eager for a fight. The upcoming mission loomed over you, anxiety building as you thought about the uncertainties of it all. You hadn’t trusted the higher-ups from the beginning, and you especially didn’t trust them in any circumstance where Itadori Yuuji’s life was at risk. You exhale, feeling the familiar buzz of your cursed energy flow as you move. “Okay. I’m ready.” 

Sparring with Megumi feels like a dance, more than anything else. He was your partner long before Yuuji and Nobara had even transferred to Tokyo, and your body has been trained to move as seamlessly with him as possible. Every step forward he takes you step back, and with each swing of the staff, your katana rises up to meet up. You lose yourself in it for a moment, watching the way his jaw clenches in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as you narrowly avoid a pointed elbow. A sharp jab of your blade, and Megumi is suddenly right in front of you. The air leaves your lungs in his presence taking in the scent of his laundry detergent and the slightest tinge of the soap he uses. He takes advantage of your distraction to disarm you, flipping you neatly into a hold. 

“Yield,” he says, pressing his knee down into your stomach a little more firmly. You try your best to ignore the sight of him kneeled between your legs as you try to kick out from under him. His eyes darken at the sight of you, pinned and struggling to free yourself. 

“Yield,” he says, once more, and you do, letting your body rest against the ground as you stare up at him. There’s a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, the veins of his slender hands raised as he holds his staff. You let your hand curl against the wood of it, feeling the pressure of it resting on your throat. 

“I yield,” you say, and in that moment you know that you have. Fushiguro Megumi has stolen your heart from the day you met him. I’d give you everything, you realize, as Megumi helps you to your feet. There are 35 trillion blood cells in the human body, and every single one of them runs for you. You let your fingers intertwine with his for the briefest moment before forcing yourself to pull away. I would do anything to have you. My greatest sin and my holiest salvation wrapped into a single body. 

“That was a good fight,” he tells you, taking your silence for sulking. Maybe I wanted to lose. Maybe I did want to fall for you. Would that be such a sin? 

“Thanks,” is your stilted answer, the setting sun sealing your fate. You’re in love with Fushiguro Megumi. And you don’t quite know what to do about it. 

The mission is simple enough, until it isn’t. An abandoned hospital, Ijitchi had said in the car ride over. Residual curses had been spotted clinging to the interior, feeding off of an unknown source within. Intel had suggested that it was a Grade 2 spirit at most. You watch as Nobara takes a bit too much pleasure in nailing the swarms of weak curses that had greeted you at the entrance, Yuuji laughing at how easily his fists send them to a rather unpleasant demise. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling of unease that settles over you. This is too easy for a promotion mission. What were they hiding? 

Then Megumi opens the doors to what would’ve been the emergency room, and all hell breaks loose. 

Bloodstains, bright red, catch your eye first. They’re splattered all over the room, on the floor, curtains, and on the hospital sheets yellowed with age. You see the bones next. Human; skulls, ribcages, femurs, all picked clean and white enough to shine under the fluorescent lighting. The light flickers. A tumorous mass sits in the center of the room, a conglomeration of hair, teeth, and eyes that blink slowly at you. Your spine stiffens, and immediately, you pull Megumi towards you as a ropelike strand of hair tightens around the spot where he was standing. 

Those fuckers. A Semi-Grade 1? 

“Megumi,” is all you can make out. In the hallway, you can hear something more menacing, something equally as terrible as what sits in the room inside with you. You can hear Nobara’s cry of pain as a nauseating crack rips through the air. They won’t survive without him. “I’m sorry.” 

His eyes widen in understanding a fraction too late as you gather all your energy and shove him back out into the corridor as the curse flings a file cabinet at you. It crashes into the door, and you can hear Megumi calling your name with something that sounds like desperation. The hinges rattle as he throws his weight against it, but the cabinet holds firm. When you turn to face the curse in front of you, the look in its eyes is amused as you draw your blade. A cavernous maw opens, splitting it down the center as misshapen lumps of flesh spill out. Smaller curses, remnants of the innocents it had lured and devoured. A sudden chill goes through your body. 

This isn’t a Semi-Grade. This is a full-fledged Grade 1. 

There’s something vicious in the way you move, tearing through cursed spirits as though they’re paper. Ichor stains the ground around you, as red as the blood you channel through your veins. Dimly, you think you’re screaming. It was a set up, you think desperately. Of course the higher-ups would try to kill Itadori Yuuji at any cost. They didn’t give a fuck about you, or Nobara, or Megumi. Fury fills the cavern of your chest as you lunge for the hulking Grade 1, as it grotesquely pushes out the corpse of one of its victims into something far more sinister. You rip it to shreds without a second thought. 

The sound of steel on flesh makes the hair of your arms rise as you finally manage to cut a nasty gash into the misshapen curse in front of you. It howls in pain, tendrils reaching for your body as you leap away. Instead, the tendrils open the serrated wound a bit further, opening a new pocket for its children to crawl out of. That was the first blow you’d been able to land; ten minutes have passed since you trapped yourself inside a room with it. Will you make it out alive? You shake the thought away angrily.

Gritting your teeth, you increase your blood flow, shooting it down to your legs and the fibers of your muscles. Your blade shines as it cuts down curses, the Grade 1 merely watching with a demeanor that you can only describe as bored. It’s toying with you, you realize, but what pricks your heart isn’t fear, but resignation. Your foot catches on the rubble for only a moment, and the Grade 1 moves, slamming you into the wall with enough force for you to feel your ribs shatter. Blood fills your mouth and you choke, lungs heaving. Punctured, your technique tells you, a liter gone. The air tastes like iron and salt, and you realize with a start that you’re dying. 

You feel oddly calm as the world spins, watching as the ropes of hair approach your prone body. The last thing you see is the door shattering open, and the look in Megumi’s eyes as he sees you. There’s terror in his normally stoic expression, his arm outstretched towards you as Nue dives for you. Nobara and Yuuji are moving, but all you can see is him. His hands are bloodied at the fingertips, as though he’d been clawing at the door with his own hands to pry it open, his lips moving soundlessly. There’s a dull ringing in your ears, the toll of death that signals your end. His hand cups your face, and you allow yourself to lean into it for a moment, reveling in the touch. I could die like this, is your final thought as you succumb to your injuries. I’m happy that you’re holding me, Megumi.

The world around you feels muted, when you finally awaken. Your vision is blurred as you peel your eyelids back, and you wince at the sensation. How long have you been out for? Slowly, the blurred tinges of light start to focus. A lamp, dimly lit to your right on the nightstand next to a pitcher of water and an empty cup. A punctured lung, a liter gone. Your hand drifts to the bandages that wrap your chest, carefully letting your cursed technique scan your body. A few lacerations, but for the most part you were fine. Crisp sheets rustle as you sit up, examining your surroundings. The hospital in the infirmary. Somehow, they managed to bring you back. 

Megumi’s eyes, so desperate and lost as his hand reached for you. 

You try not to think about it, as you carefully test your body. Your limbs ache, but that’s to be expected. Your hair has been neatly pulled away from your face; Nobara’s work, no doubt. Her screams from behind the door, the dread in your chest when you realized they might not survive without Megumi. You watch your fingers shake as you reach for the water, letting it soothe away the pain in your throat. Did she even make it? Did they live? 

The door opens, startling you from your thoughts. Megumi stands in the doorway, hand pushing through his hair. You take a moment to examine him, noting the dark circles under his pale skin, and how his long hair seemed mussed. His eyes scan the room, passing over you before focusing on you with startling clarity. 

“You’re awake.” 

Hesitantly, you nod, as he drops into the seat beside you. “Did…did they…”

He cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence. “Kugisaki and Itadori are fine.” 

You stare down at your hands, letting the silence wash over you. Yet, you’re dimly aware of how suffocating it feels, how your shoulders were unable to relax even with the knowledge that your friends were alive and safe. Megumi continues to watch you, but before you can say something, anything,  his voice fills the air, terse and clipped. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

Startled, your eyes meet his. “What?” 

“Did you think I was too weak? That I couldn’t handle it just because you’ve been a Grade 2 longer than I have?” The eyes that normally watched you with a hint of affectionate exasperation were cold, and hard. “You behaved recklessly. Did you even think about how it impacted the rest of us? Because of you, Kugisaki broke her leg, and Itadori almost had his arm cleaved off. You did all of that just for the rest of us to find you half dead in a puddle of your own bones and blood.” 

“Stop it,” you whisper, but Megumi’s voice only twists into something far more cruel. “You thought you were being so brave, sacrificing yourself, only to realize that you weren’t that special. You couldn’t even take down that Grade 1 alone. Kugisaki had to save you, even as she was practically screaming from the pain.” 

“Megumi,” you whisper, and he pauses, clearly unused to his name falling from your lips. “Why are you so angry at me?” Your voice breaks ever so slightly and you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood, ashamed at the wetness in your eyes. “Where is this coming from? I don’t understa-” 

He slams his palm against the wooden surface of your bedside table, rattling the drawers. “Are you really that stupid to ask what you did wrong? You fucked up. I thought you were different, but in reality, you’re no better than the rest of your clan, are you? You’re just another filthy Kamo.” 

Your hands shake as you twist them into the off-white infirmary sheets. “What are you talking about?” 

Megumi laughs, but it’s jaded, sharp. “Congratulations. You’re being promoted to a Semi-Grade 1, all because of your little stunt that landed the rest of us into hospital beds. Even though we all had to help you finish it off, they’re only choosing you. I wonder why.” 

“Megumi.” Your voice rises, as your heart finally shatters. “I did it because I thought you would die, you know that. I don’t give a fuck about the politics of the higher ups, or my clan, or even my grade. I just wanted to protect you all. You know that.” 

He rises from the chair next to your side, expression indifferent to the tears that are rolling down your cheeks. “As if I’d believe you.” 

“Megumi,” you call out, desperately, as he walks away. “Megumi!” 

He doesn’t look back, and you’re left alone in the dark with only the moon to bear company as you sob. I don’t understand, you think, deliriously. Can’t you see that I love you? Can’t you see I’d rather die than watch you break in front of me? 

Megumi barely makes it to the lawn before he retches into the bushes. Bile rises in his throat and he squeezes his eyes shut as he replays the moment over and over and over again. For five days, he’d held vigil at your bed. For five days, he realized that your love for him would get you killed. For five days, he’d wrapped his heart in iron, knowing that what he was about to do would break the both of you. I would’ve only gotten you killed, he thinks, numbly. It’s what landed you here in the first place. 

Yet, Megumi can’t stop recalling the exact moment the relief in your eyes had turned into betrayal, how your lips had trembled and your hands shook. Your voice, desperate and pleading, calling his name as he forced his legs to walk away from you. How he can hear your sobs faintly trailing from the windows above, matching the tears that are trailing down his cheeks. 

You’ll hate him forever, he thinks, dazed, as he forces himself onto his feet. You’ll hate him forever, and by god it’ll be the most painful thing he’s ever experienced, but as long as you’re alive he can bear it. As long as he never has to see you there again, laying in a heap of your own blood, eyes dazed and unseeing, he will carry the sins that it takes to keep you alive and away from him. 

I love you. I love you, and I’m sorry that someone like me ever fell for someone like you. I love you so much that the thought of being without me tears me to shreds. I love how you take care of my shikigami like they're your own. I love how every touch you give me heals something that I didn't know I was missing. I love you, and I need you to live more than I need air to breathe.

I love you, and even though I don't think you'll ever forgive me, I'll always follow wherever you go.

[kateis-cakeis]

You know something I do like, and have been doing a little in my fics right now, is making Arthur like an anchor to Merlin when he leans a little too dark.

Like Arthur knowing about Merlin's magic situations, either in a Canon Era fic or Arthur Returns fic it's likeee, Arthur just being someone to be able to cut in with a hard "Merlin" or like a heavy hand on his shoulder, or both, and being able to stop Merlin from doing something incredibly dark (and/or stupid) is like yes, mmm yummy, yes exactly

And like you can do it both ways, Merlin is much of an anchor for Arthur in this sense in the show. Like with Odin in S5Ep4.

But yeah I just love it, I just love Arthur being able to pull Merlin back and say no. Just keep him from hurdling off the edge straight into a darkness he can't come back from, yes <3

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics

Hands on me?

Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?

Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.

Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.

AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.

I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰

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"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room. 

"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.

She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.

A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN. 

"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.

"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.

"I missed you," he said in between kisses. 

"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.

As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.

She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.

"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.

"Not yet no," he frowned.

"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.

"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"

"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"

"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.

"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.

"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.

"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.

"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.

"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.

"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.

"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room

"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.

"It's open!"

"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"

"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.

"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and  gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.

"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.

"Mm just tired," she sighed.

"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.

"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.

"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"

"Help me please!" He frowned.

"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."

"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"

His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.

"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.

"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"

He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.

She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.

She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a  huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.

She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-

She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.

"Channie?"

"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.

"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.

"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.

Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.

She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.

"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.

"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.

"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.

She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.

//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//

When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.

The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.

She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.

She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look. 

"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"

No response.

She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.

The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.

"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"

"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.

"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.

"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.

"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.

"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.

"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.

"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.

"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.

"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.

"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.

"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them? 

"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed. 

"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use. 

"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her. 

"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.

"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.

"Guys! call 119,"

***

This is just a fic no one come for me 😔

[thechaoticplayer]

Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

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YOU CRIED???? HAPPY TEARS???? YOU CRIED BECAUSE OF A SILLY DRAWINH I MADE FOR YOU???? idk how to react man, I'm also very happy that you liked it so much even though it's such a small thing, I really like your fic even though I read a lot of yanqing centric fanfics yours is definitely my favorite plus the biggest one I read.

Also it's been plaguing my mind for ages now so I had to draw it eventually

FOLLOWING BACK ON MY PREVIOUS POST ABOUT NOSTALGIC CHILL READ IT NOW READ IT!!!! THE FANFIC!! NOT THE POST!! BUT THE POST TOO! IF YOU WANTT!!

I aaid I was gonna do a better drawing but I've been drawing for ages and its unfinished but I have what I have and I'm definitely not finishing it.

Anyway, this came to me like a vision at school, I would make a drawing that looks like a magazine for nostalgic chill

but I couldn't draw at school so I had to do it in the bus in my sketch book.

Had to stop here cause didn't remember yanqings design and I was scared to mess up the drawin💀💀

At first I wanted to di this digitally but I got carried away uhm so here's the final result!!!!

Call me a try hard but I just love this fic go read it its amazing I'm addicted to it and you should be addicted to it with me

Fanfic by the amazing @theellipelli I hope you like this more than the scrapy other drawings but I'm so happy I made you happy giggles

Talking too much gotta wrap it up😔😔

So this was supposed to be a full drawing but I got too tired so I made this quickly it’s a bit messy

Obv tumblr and its feature of deleting white backgrounds messes it up a bit but anyway this is it

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Closer to You

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Slight angst, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, squirting, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Yes fuck", I moan, grinding my pussy on Seonghwa's face, his mouth sucking on my clit hard and fast

I look down at him, his eyes closed, him looking like he's in heaven

I never thought I'd find myself in this position

But my best friend is hard up, asking me to ride his face and I threw caution to the wind

He sat against my couch on the floor, took off my pants and panties, tilted his head back on the cushion and I sat on his face, his tongue immediately moving

His hands on my thighs, fingers digging in my skin as he uses that fucking mouth to suck on my clit like I've never been sucked on before

I had no clue how skillful Seonghwa is at oral but he's hands down the best I've experienced

"Mmm", he whimpers, slurping all over my clit, "Fuck yes. Cream my face jagi. Drown me"

I am indeed drenching his face as I've never been this wet before

Never been this horny before

I move my hand in his hair, keeping his head right where I want him

His mouth moves even faster, driving me so close

"Yes fuck baby", I cry, right there, "Just like that Hwa, fuck suck my clit just like that"

His next suck throws me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard, intense pleasure ripping right through me

"Seonghwa! Yes!", I cry, his mouth not stopping, sucking me through the bliss, "Oh god, fuck"

As soon as my orgasm is over, I don't get a break, Seonghwa now using his tongue to play with my clit, three of his fingers sliding into my cunt from behind

"Ffff...fff", I trail off as his fingers start pumping into me, driving right into my spot, "Yes, yes, yes"

He uses the tip of his tongue to rapidly lick my clit as he moves his fingers

He moans against my clit, "Fuck, love your swollen throbbing clit jagi. Making me so fucking hard. Don't want this throbbing clit out of my mouth"

"Ddd ..don't worry", I murmur, "You can have it baby. Don't stop"

"Good jagi" he hums, tongue rolling over my clit again and again

"Fuck Hwa, you're fucking mouth, your tongue is so fucking amazing", I praise him as I clench down on his fingers, "Fuck so good at oral"

"I have an oral fixation and love eating pussy.", he answers, "Its my favorite"

Yeah well it pays off

And I'm slightly jealous that other girls have felt this before I have

"You're pussy is my favorite though", he says, his fingers slipping in and out of me so pleasurably, "Pretty swollen clit, tight wet hole, yummy sweet cum. I think I need to eat you out more often"

After this experience, that will not be a problem

His mouth moves around my clit again, this time softly suckling, the gentle pulls making shivers run up my spine

"You can Hwa", I promise

"Yeah?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes. As long as my pussy is the only one you eat"

I definitely don't want to catch anything if he goes down on as many girls as it seems

"Mmm hmm", he moans, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure, "Yeah jagi. You're pussy can be my only one. As long as you're ok with me eating your cunt everyday"

I'm more than fine with that

"Yes Hwa"

He groans into my clit, switching between gentle sucks and licks, a contrast to how hard his fingers are fucking me

It's fucking mind blowing

"Ggg..gonna squirt", I warn him, with the way he's working my spot and my clit simultaneously

"Your...your pussy squirts?", he asks in surprise

"Yyy..yes. If you...do everything right"

"And I'm doing everything right?"

"Yes", I gasp

He's doing more than everything right

He's giving me so much bliss that I've never felt before

Pleasure that other guys try to give me and fail, he's doing so easily

"Fuck, squirt in my mouth", he whines, his lips attaching back to my clit

All he does is suck once and I'm gone

"Fuck Seonghwa!", I cry, my orgasm crashing over me, unbelievable pleasure in every part of my body

His fingers pull out as he moves me over his mouth, my pussy squirting right into it

His fingers move to my clit rubbing, keeping me in pleasure as he moans and I can hear him swallowing over and over

"Mmm", he groans, his tongue licking my hole as I continue to squirt

Fuck, he's so hot

His tongue continues to fuck into me when my orgasm finishes, wiggling in as far as it can go, my cunt clenching on as much of his tongue as I can

"Cream my tongue jagi", he begs, "Ride my tongue and cum all over it. Use my tongue to get off"

With that, he slips his tongue inside, holding it in my pussy

Jesus Christ, he's kinky

And it's such a turn on

I start moving, bouncing on his tongue as much as I can

He moans so erotically, his fingers gripping my thighs so fucking hard, I know he's leaving bruises

I moan like a slut, dropping my hips down faster and faster, my pussy leaking like a fucking waterfall, all over my thighs and definitely all over his face

It completely surprises me how much he loves this

Like I've had guys give me oral because they felt they have to

But Seonghwa...it seems like he lives for it, getting pleasure out of it

He switches things around, holding me in place with one arm around me and now thrusting his tongue into me, still as pleasure filled as ever

"After you cream my tongue, sit on my cock please", he begs, his tongue fucking into my hole as he speaks, "Use me. Wanna be your fuck toy"

What the fuck?

"You want..."

"Want you to fuck me", he confirms, "Please baby. I need to know how you feel around my cock. I promise my cock is just as good as my tongue"

I look down behind me, shocked to see his cock out, standing painfully erect, cum crying from the tip, his hand around his base

But he's not jerking himself off

Just holding his cock

When did he take his pants and boxers off

Christ, I'm in so much bliss I didn't even notice it

"Please"

"Mmm Hwa, yes", I agree, the sight of his long thick cock burned in my head

I want to sit on it right fucking now

"Yes, fuck" he murmurs, his tongue moving even faster into my hole

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, feeling my orgasm rush towards me

I hold on to the couch cushions as I cum, his tongue thrusting inside and staying, letting me ride out the massive pleasure

He swallows as I cum in his mouth, his tongue never leaving me as I clench around it blissfully

Only when I finish does he pull it out, then presses a soft kiss to my pussy lips

I move my legs immediately, getting in his lap, sinking right onto his cock that's he's holding up for me

"Of fuck", I cry as I slip down his length inch by inch, his thickness stretching me wide around him

"Jagi, fuck", he pants, his eyes on my pussy taking him, "So pretty"

Grabbing and holding onto his black tank top, I move my hips as I take him, wiggling down his fat cock, my pussy greedily sucking him in

Each inch feels phenomenal, my pussy getting even more drenched

I can't believe it feels this good just getting him in

I finally bottom him out, adjusting my legs so it's like I'm squatting on him which will make it easier to ride him, his cock throbbing inside me

I move my gaze to his, immediately blushing as I take him in

His face is glistening in my juice and cum, as is his neck and chest

His hair is a mess, his eyes fucked out, his mouth slightly open, his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth

God, he looks so fucking ethereal even though he's a mess

His eyes move to mine, softly smiling, his hands moving from my waist up my body, pushing my shirt up

I let him take it off, my bra following, then I slide his tank top up and off

And I'm hit with Seonghwa I see on stage, his muscular arms and chest and abs on display for me

I don't even realize I'm running my fingers on his chest until he moans softly

My gaze moves back to him, as he bites his lip, his hands cupping my boobs

He squeezes so gently, his thumbs running across my already hard nipples

"Fuck", I whimper in pleasure, my cunt clenching around him hard

He groans, his eyes closing as his head tilts back

"Please", he whimpers

Holding onto his upper arms, I slide up his cock, shivering as I feel him drag through me, every ridge of his cock felt so acutely

"Oh my fucking god", he moans, his hand tightening around my boobs, "Tight. So Tight"

I drop back down, bottoming him out, his cock head hitting my spot, sending stars blasting in my vision

I move again and again, craving to feel him move in my cunt

God, he fits inside me perfectly with no room to spare, touching all the right places, filling me so fucking well

I never had a cock this good before

Like he was made for me

"Is this what you want?", I breathe, bouncing on his cock, pleasure running up my spine, "Want me creaming your cock like I creamed your mouth?"

"Yes", he whines, the pleasure on his face so beautiful

"Well you're lucky I like your fat cock", I tell him, "Nice and hard, so easy to ride. Might have to use your cock more often"

"Yes", he pants, lifting his head, his dazed gaze on me, "Use me everyday"

I smirk, as sweat fills my hair, running down my body, fucking him harder with every bounce

"That what you want?"

"Yes", he confirms, his eyes moving down to my pussy taking him, "Want your tiny tight pussy wrapped around me everyday. Creaming my cock just like this. Coming on me over and over"

"You don't want another pussy?", I ask, running my fingers in his long black hair, trying to gauge how serious he is

Because if he is, I'd definitely fuck him everyday

His eyes snap to mine, shaking his head

"No. I want your pussy", he says clearly, "You. I want you"

I feel my face heat up as I shyly say, "Ok"

He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his gaze on me

Not his cock being pumped into me, not my boobs, not closed

His eyes are looking directly into mine and I can't move mine away

I move my arms around his neck, clenching on his dick every time he slides in, grinding down on his head once it's against my spot

"Really like the way you move on me", he says, his fingers softly trailing up my back, "So pretty. So mesmerizing. You're so beautiful"

He has got to be kidding

I'm sweaty and breathing hard, I have to look like a mess

While he...yeah he looks like a mess too but he's stunning no matter what

"You are jagi", he says, making me blush hard

"Thanks Hwa. You're gorgeous too", I tell him, "So hot"

Her smirks, sending my heart into overdrive, "Not as much as you jagi. Never had someone so beautiful fuck me before"

I break eye contact, looking down

Ok, I know he's lying about that

He's slept with other idols and they are one thousand percent more beautiful than me

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my head, my eyes back on his

"I'm not lying Jo. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen jagi. I swear"

I'm so surprised and I don't know what to do with that

My best friend is telling me this

It's something you tell a girlfriend, not me

He just smiles and I give him a small one back, riding him harder, trying to mask how thrown I'm feeling

And trying to hide how I feel about him

How I always felt about him

But that doesn't matter

That's not what's happening here

What's happening is I'm just fucking him because he's horny and I was here and available

He doesn't want me like I want him

And it's fine

I'm ok with this being one time

I figure all the things he says are in the moment things and nothing more

It's fine, I can pretend for a little while

I move my legs faster, rocking on his perfect cock, feeling him fill me over and over

I clench him hard, making him moan in pleasure

"Fuck, need you to cum on me", he whines, his gaze at last moving to my pussy fucking him, "God, fuck, so much cream jagi. Making my cock so pretty in your mess"

"Mm hmm", I murmur, "Gonna make a bigger mess all over your cock"

"Go ahead baby. You want it. I feel your cunt pulsing so hard. Like you did on my tongue", he urges, "You wanna cum around my cock so badly"

I nod

I do

So fucking much

"You wanna cream my fat cock, rub your little spot on my cock head, clenching my cock over and over. Don't you?"

"Yes!", I yell, the pleasure taking over

"Then cum on my dick", he growls and his voice sets me off

I slam down, ecstacy tidal waving over me as I cum the hardest I have today

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells, "Fuck so good. So fucking good"

I can't think, I can only feel as I clench on his stiff as a rock throbbing cock, my hand pulling his hair so hard his head is tilted back

His nails dig into my back as he holds me up, both of us screaming in pleasure

It's so much, my brain getting foggy as I come down from my orgasm

I clench his cock, feeling that he's still hard and I wonder if he came or not

It sounded like he did

I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, letting go of his hair

He looks at me and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes as he pants for breath

"Did you cum?", I ask

He shakes his head, "Nnn..no. I forced it back. It...it felt so fucking good. I...I want more"

I'm shocked at his words

He held back?

"Please?", he asks

I nod, "Need you to fuck me this time Hwa. Need you more"

He nods, pulling me against him, holding me as he stands up

He puts me on the couch on my back, spreading my legs wide open

"Fuck, so much cream", he murmurs, his head ducking down

I feel his tongue on me as he licks my pussy, moaning against me

He cleans my pussy, then sits up on his knees, his eyes running along my body

"Baby's so sweaty", he says

Yeah I am but so is he

It's glistening on his body, his muscles shiny with it, his hair completely drenched

He leans down, his tongue on my lower stomach and he drags it up my body slowly, licking me

Over my belly button, between my boobs, along my chest and up my neck

"So fucking good baby", he murmurs in my ear, his tongue licking my neck again, "God, everything on you tastes so fucking good"

I'm completely blown away

I actually have no thoughts in my head which is surprising as I always have a comeback for something

But now?

I got nothing

He moves my legs around his waist as he sits up, his cock head pushing into my cunt again

My pussy happily takes him, once again tugging him inside as he slips in

"God, this pussy loves my cock", he murmurs, starting to thrust lighting, pleasure humming in my body, "Sucking me in, eating my cock perfectly"

With each stroke, he moves harder, his head smashing my spot, sending stars in my vision again

His hands grip my waist hard as he fucks me slow but so fucking deeply, making sure his entire length in engulfed in my pussy

I feel him in my stomach, the pleasure fucking insane and I don't want him to stop

I watch him fuck me, his hands holding onto me so tight, the veins in his arms are popping

His chest muscles move under his perfect skin, his abs so tight as he pounds into me, concentration on his face, sweat running down from his hair, his tongue poking out of his mouth, his eyes watching my hole take him

And in this second, I'm so jealous of the girl who he's gonna choose to be with

Not only does she get a sweet, loving, supportive man but she gets the wild sex side of him too

I hate her, whoever she is

His gaze lifts, meeting mine, a smirk on his face, making my heart pound

"Love watching this pussy take my cock. Like you can't get enough"

"I can't", I tell him honestly

"You don't have to worry jagi. I'm yours remember? You can have me everyday"

It hurts because it's not true but I just smile and nod

He impales me on his dick over and over, the stimulation to my spot driving me closer and closer to coming

"Www..where should I cum?", he asks, his breathing getting labored, as he plunges his cock in so deep

"Finish inside me", I tell him, wanting to feel his cum fill me

"Fuck yes", he murmurs, "Thank you"

I don't say anything, figuring it was just something he said in relief

I squeeze his cock so hard, my cunt fluttering around him uncontrollably, so close

"Cum for me jagi", he murmurs, "Cum for my cock"

He thrusts again and I snap, falling over the edge, my mind blanking as ecstasy pounds into me and I squirt all over his cock

"Seonghwa!", I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling like I'm fucking floating as pleasure wracks my shaking body, "Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"

It's so much, so intense that tears are falling down my face from how fucking good it feels

"Oh fuck", he cries, moving on top of me as he sheathes his entire cock inside me

His hand behind my head, pulling up to him, his lips crashing into mine in a searing mind altering kiss

I feel his cock throb then his warm cum fills me just as his tongue slips inside my mouth, playing with mine

I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, my entire world changing in that one kiss

I feel like I'm on top of the world, my head dizzy, like I'm where I belong

With Seonghwa

He whimpers my name, his mouth right back against mine, kissing me stupid as we come together and ride out the pleasure

As the bliss fades, he doesn't stop kissing me

He pulls out, moving next to me, both of us instinctively turning toward each other

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his skin, my arms moving around his neck, our legs tangling together

He keeps kissing me and I completely melt into him, gladly taking his kisses for as long as he wants to give them to me

I'll never have his kisses again so I happily fall into him

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"Ugh", I moan, my eyes opening, my body so sore

I need to get up and stretch or something

I try to sit up but there's something on top of me, holding me down

I hear a light snoring as I look down, shock taking over as I see Seonghwa asleep, half on top of me

Everything that happened earlier rushes back and I realize that after we kissed for who knows how long, we fell asleep

He's cuddled against my chest, his head on my boob, his arm tightly wrapped around me, my arm around him too

His body is on top of my right side, which is why I can't get up

But it's Seonghwa and I don't care

I turn my body back to him, admiring how completely gorgeous he is

He's literally perfect

I moved my fingers in his hair, slowly running them in the soft silky strands

My god, I'm so in love with this man

I would give anything for him to see me the way I see him

To have his love

To have him kiss me like he did before...to be able to get them all the time....I can't even imagine that

But it'll never happen

He'll find someone he loves and I'll continue to be his best friend

As long as he's happy, I'm ok

I keep playing with his hair for awhile, not sleepy but not willing to wake him up just yet

I just don't want him to leave and that's what'll happen when he wakes up

Unfortunately for me, I don't have any luck and he starts moving within the next minute

My hand freezes in his hair as I panic and wonder if I should pretend to be asleep

His eyes open before I can decide, lifting and focusing on me

Shit

But he smiles so widely and I'm in utter shock

"Baby", he says softly, confusing me even more

I mean yeah he called me baby before but it was during sex

I don't even know if he realized what he said

I start pulling my hand out of his hair but he grabs my hand, turning it towards him and softly kissing my palm, his lips sending sparks flying up my arm

He moves, lifting his head and I expect he's gonna get up and this is over

I'm startled when his hand cups my cheek, his lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss I think I've ever had in my life

I fall into him, moving my arms around his neck, holding him tightly

I'm just in total heaven

His lips against mine, his tongue against mine, his body against mine

I never want this to end

Of course it has to but at least it lasts a few minutes

He pulls away, looking at me with a look in his eyes I can't place

But he's smiling softly

His fingers caress my face gently, my skin on fire from his touch

"I love you", he says

Complete shock enters my body

And fear that he's joking

"Are...are you kidding?", I ask

His eyebrow raises, "No"

There's no way....he has to mean it in another way

"You mean like a friend?"

He sits up and I do as well

"No Jo. Not like a friend", he says, anxiety now on his face, "I....I'm in love with you"

It's like my brain and heart won't believe it

It's just something I wanted for so long but good things like this don't happen to me

It's too good to be true

"Are you sure?"

He looks away, tension in his body, "Yeah Jo. I know how I feel. What do you think everything we did was?"

Is he kidding?

"Uh just sex?", I say, "I mean you have sex with lots of girls...I thought I was just...convenient because you were horny and I was here"

He looks at me with a look of shock on his face

"I...I didn't do this with you just because I was horny", he says quietly, "If I just wanted sex I could of called any of the fuck buddies in my phone"

I mean yes, but again I was right here so why would he call anyone when I'm more than willing to give it to him?

"I mean yes I was horny but I was horny for you. Just you. I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long"

So long?

Am I that oblivious?

"You never notice Jo but I swear when you're in the room, I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop wanting to be around you. I think about you all the time it drives me crazy"

My mouth drops in complete shock

I had no idea

"You don't notice me. Not like that and I just wish you would", he continues, "I want your arms around my neck everyday, your lips on mine everyday. I want your body against mine, your pussy around my dick, your cream all over me. I want to see you everyday. Spend time with you everyday. Hold your hand every day. Cuddle you everyday. I want you in my arms every night"

I take in all his words, slowly processing them

And getting more and more surprised and excited with each word that sinks in

"I want to love you everyday", he whispers, his eyes moving to mine, a look so vulnerable in his eyes, "And I want you to love me everyday"

I'm speechless but I don't need to talk

Moving my hand behind his head, I pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

His arms move around me immediately, pulling me against him, kissing me back just as passionately

As I kiss him, I just realized that I can have this all the time now

I can get his amazing, breathtaking kisses every day

I'm so fucking lucky

When we break away, he looks at me with hope in his eyes

"I love you Seonghwa", I finally confess, "And not like a friend. I'm in love with you too"

A gorgeous smile breaks on his face, taking my breath away

"Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah. I want everything you want. I want to be in your arms every night. Cuddling with you Hwa. You have no clue how many times I imagined it"

"I know jagi", he says, "If it's as many times as I imagined it, I know"

Now I know that

"You were wrong about one thing Hwa. I always noticed you. Always. You are always on my mind too, you are the only one I've ever wanted", I tell him, looking lovingly at him, "I love you more than anything Hwa and I promise I'm going to love you every day"

He nods, "I promise I'll love you everyday Jo. It's all I've wanted to do for a long time"

"You're mine Hwa", I smile, "Finally"

He laughs, "I always was baby"

"Now I know", I giggle

"Yeah. And you're finally mine"

"I always was", I repeat to him

"Now I know", he answers, then kisses me again

And I'm on cloud nine

"Do you want to go out to eat?", he asks, after the kiss ends, "On a date?"

"I want to Hwannie", I tell him, "But I don't want you to get in trouble with ATINYs and your managers if we're seen in public"

He's now my boyfriend but he's still an idol

He still has rules to follow

"I don't care baby", he says, holding my hand, "I finally have you, I'm not hiding you"

"I don't want you to get in trouble Hwannie"

I don't want to be the cause of a problem or ATINYs being mad at him and pulling their support for ATEEZ

That's not fair to him

He and the guys have worked so hard to get there they are

"Baby", he says, his eyes on mine, "Let me worry about it ok? I promise it's ok"

"Are you sure?", I ask hesitantly

"One hundred percent"

"Alright", I give in

"Good baby", he smiles, "Let's get dressed ok"

"But....I'm just wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt"

"So am I jagi. We can have a casual date tonight. Tomorrow we can be fancy"

"Tomorrow?", I ask, excitedly as we get up to get dressed

"Of course baby. I was telling the truth about wanting to see you everyday"

I smile widely as I pull my shirt over my body, so fucking happy

He comes over to me after we're dressed, "So I was thinking, we go get food now, then go to your apartment where I can fuck you hard again, then make love to you"

I blush, that sounding so fucking perfect

"Then I can hold you all night and spend all day with you tomorrow. And at night we can get fancy and go out"

Oh god, yes please

"Is that something you wanna do?", he asks shyly for some reason

"Absolutely baby", I answer, "It sounds perfect"

"Great jagi", he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hwa"

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips

Then he takes my hand and me and my boyfriend leave the dorm to start our amazing long date

[babyjakes]

dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

[tickly-trashcan]

Famous Cookies {Cole, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and Zane}

Hear Me Out Cake Event!

A/N: omg I wrote this instead of doing my reading for my history class LOL this is such a silly fic i think but also... these guys are silly so it fits!!! I don't have much to say lol aside from enjoy and maybe eat a cookie with this bc i want chocolate chunk cookies now after writing this sob sob...

(Cole was requested anonymously, so I hope this finds you somehow hehe!!)

Summary: Zane is making his famous chocolate chunk cookies... what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut!)

Whenever Zane made his famous chocolate chunk cookies, it was chaos. Lloyd had almost started crying once over not getting to try one when he was younger, Jay had licked every cookie once in hopes of keeping the other ninja from eating them, and even Kai had hidden the cookies away under his bed once so that only he could eat them.

But Zane could never say no to his fellow ninja when they asked him to make them. That said, he would never tell them exactly when he was making them. This was partly to avoid having more chaos during the baking process, which Zane preferred to keep as peaceful as possible.

“Mmm, it smells good in here, Zane,” Cole said as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes widened as he saw what Zane was pulling out of the oven and he jumped on his tip toes. “Are those the chocolate chunk cookies? Can I have one??”

Zane shook his head, setting the baking pan on the stovetop to cool. “Not yet, they need to cool.”

Cole whined. “Aww, man…”

Zane smiled softly at Cole as he scooped some more cookies onto another sheet. He popped it into the oven and then turned to Cole and handed him the spatula that had some cookie dough on it.

“You can lick it if you want. Just don’t tell anyone else.”

Cole beamed and began to lick at the spatula, humming contently at the delicious taste. “Oh, Zane, this is so good… Now I want a cookie even more!”

Zane chuckled and checked the timer on the batch that was in the oven. “Well, when the first batch cools down, you can have one. It should only be a half an hour.”

Cole groaned. “That’s too long!!” Zane raised an eyebrow and Cole folded his arms. “But I can wait… Your cookies are worth it.”

Zane smiled proudly and took the baked cookies off the sheet, placing them gently onto a cooling rack. The chocolate was still melty, making the cookies extra soft, so he had to handle them with care.

Cole lingered around the kitchen while Zane continued to bake, the two of them chatting about this and that while Zane took cookies out and put more in. After a little while, the first batch of cookies had cooled enough to be handled and eaten, so Zane gestured for Cole to grab one.

“Oho! They’re still warm,” Cole was practically drooling as he looked at the cookies, trying to pick the best looking one. He picked up one with a lot of chocolate chunks in it and took a big bite, letting out a content sigh. “You need to make a million of these and open a bakery… No, actually don’t do that. Then I’d have to share with more people. And I’d also have to pay for them.”

Zane laughed, picking up a cookie for himself as Cole slowly ate and savored the rest of his. As they ate, the smell of freshly baked cookies made its way through the Bounty, and slowly, the rest of the ninja began to wander into the kitchen in search of chocolate chunk cookies.

“Oh man, Zane! They taste so yummy!” Jay said with a laugh as he went to pick up his third cookie.

Kai gave Jay a look. “Save some for us, Jay!”

“You already had two, Kai. Chill out!” Lloyd chuckled, taking another cookie and taking a bite. “Ohh… They get better and better with every bite.”

Cole was also on his third cookie. He took the last bite and hummed, leaning against the fridge. “The dough tasted pretty good, too.”

Everyone’s head whipped around to look at Cole. He jumped slightly at the sudden attention and chuckled. “Uhh… what?”

Zane looked between Cole and the rest of the ninja, watching with mild worry. No one else had ever tried the cookie dough before, and now Zane was regretting letting Cole try it.

“You… You got to try the dough?” Jay said slowly.

Cole gulped, realizing where this was going. “Uhm… no?”

“You just said it tasted good…” Kai raised an eyebrow.

Cole looked to Zane for help, and Zane only shrugged. “I told you not to tell anyone else…”

The three of them exchanged a look, looked down at the remaining cookies that they held, and quickly ate them before turning back to Cole. He began to giggle slightly, both from being nervous and from the fact that Kai, Jay, and Lloyd hardly looked menacing with the melted chocolate all over their cheeks.

“Zane!” Cole looked one last time to Zane, but was met again with a shrug, though this one was slightly more apologetic. “C’mon, guys, it’s not that serious! The next time he makes cookies you guys can just ask him for the spatula!”

“It’s not fair that you got the spatula, Cole!” Jay grumbled, poking Cole’s tummy. “All that delicious cookie dough ended up there!”

Cole squeaked and began to giggle more, fully backed up against the fridge. Kai narrowed his eyes at Cole. “Now you’re laughing at us? You think that it’s funny that we didn’t get any cookie dough?”

“I dohon’t! Seriously, guys!”

Jay and Kai exchanged a look and then they glanced at Lloyd. “What do you think, kiddo? Think we should get him back for eating the cookie dough?”

Lloyd looked at Cole with a raised eyebrow. Then, he smirked. “I think that sounds like a good plan.”

“No, wait–!”

But Cole could not do anything to stop the ninja from pouncing on him. Zane watched as Cole ran, made it about three feet, and was then dragged to the ground before bursting into laughter as Kai, Jay, and Lloyd began to tickle him.

“Wahahahait! No, plehehehease! Why tickles?!” Cole wailed, pounding his fists into the ground as he was tickled by the three of them.

Jay sat on Cole’s back and was scribbling his fingers under his arms and along his upper ribs, making him squeal. “Well, if we used violence, I don’t think Zane would make the cookies again.”

“I don’t know if I approve of this, either!” Zane said with a laugh, leaning against the wall as he watched Cole slowly dissolve into frantic laughter.

“Thehehehen help me, Zahahahane!!” Cole shrieked, but Zane only chuckled and shook his head in response.

Kai sat back-to-back with Jay on Cole’s waist and was kneading his hips, which Cole could barely move with the two of them on top of him. “Hey, maybe if we tickle Cole enough, we could convince Zane to make another batch of cookies.”

“Whahahahat?! Don’t do thahahahat!!” Cole whined, trying to twist around and failing.

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to ransom cookies out of me…?”

Lloyd, who was sitting on Cole’s calves and skittering his fingers along the backs of his knees, shrugged. “Hey, if we can get more cookies out of it, we might as well.”

“Stop using mehehehe!! Zahahahane, don’t make mohohore!”

“Now he’s trying to sabotage us! He’s trying to hoard the dough for himself… Lloyd, get his feet!” Jay commanded.

Cole screeched when Lloyd switched to tickling his feet. “NOHohoHO!!”

Zane, who realized the situation was getting out of hand, finally intervened. “If I make another batch of cookies right now, will you guys leave Cole alone?”

“Potentially…” Jay said with a slight tease in his voice. Kai nudged him with his elbow and Jay winced. “Yes, yes! We’ll leave him alone if you make more!”

Zane looked over at the cookies that still had not been eaten. Well, he knew that even if he made more, they would be eaten just as fast…

“Alright, I’ll make some more right now,” Zane said with a small smile. “Now leave Cole alone.”

Almost immediately, Kai and Lloyd relented. Jay got in a few more pokes and then got off of him as well, leaving Cole a panting mess face-down on the floor. Zane helped him up after he caught his breath.

Cole shot a few glares at the three ninja who had tickled him to bits, but then looked at Zane with a pout. “You’re gonna make more cookies?”

Zane nodded his head. “Yes, yes, don’t worry. And everyone will get to try the dough since that was clearly an important part of this… event.”

Kai, Jay, and Lloyd all sat down at the kitchen table with Cole while Zane got to work on another batch. As he worked, they talked and chatted, and each ninja got a small ball of the delicious cookie dough before Zane popped the rest into the oven, making even more cookies to share with the group that he loved the most.

[mars-ipan]

grins

see kelper here’s the thing: you can tell priest au!hajime to run all you want but… run??? from Father Komaeda??? if he runs from the house of God will he not simply be running into the arms of the devil? Father Komaeda is going to Fix him, he swore he would. he’s leading him to the light, he’s going to free him from his sin. hajime just has to try harder, but Father Komaeda believes in him. he can’t disappoint the only person who’s ever seen him for the vile thing he is and forgiven him. what would he do without him? he can’t absolve himself of sin on his own, he needs Father Komaeda to assist him in resisting temptation. after years of running from his shame, he’s finally brave enough to face it head on, to see the light of God and be washed of his impurities. don’t you see? God is good. this is good.

yeah he’s um. not leaving that church anytime soon

i am sat here in horror and fear and i am deeply scared of you my brother in christ this IS the spooky mormon hell dream

[andromedism]

In 2017, I watched “The Gang Tends Bar” as it aired live, and it’s all kind of a blur but I remember three things very clearly:

Sunnyblr was POPPING. To this day, I still see TGTB posts floating around with 10k notes and they are all still so fucking good. My beautiful relics of an absolutely insane time.

Airing A Crickets Tale that very next week is probably one of the most chaotic things that was happening to Tumblr at that time. We were all like, “Mmm, thanks for whatever that was, RCG! So yummy! Now can we have another helping of repressed middle-aged gay men?” and they said, “Okay, sure! Here’s more of that but make it foreboding,” and aired “Dennis’ Double Life” the very next week after THAT.

I didn’t sleep the night TGTB aired. I was a freshman in college and I went to class the next day and just stared at nothing during my lecture because I was so blown away by it. At 18, it was one of the most formative experiences I’ve ever had with television. Raw, emotional moments have always been so much more impactful to me in comedic shows. I still consider it one of the most romantic episodes of any show I’ve ever seen. I’m 25 now, and I have never forgotten the way I felt the first time I saw this episode. My life is entirely different now from February of 2017, but my feelings about TGTB are exactly the same if not intensified.

Bonus Big Feelings:

Once you’ve watched “Dennis’ Double Life,” TGTB reads so differently—it hurts so much more. Because you know how it ends for them and you never get closure. YOU NEVER GET CLOSURE.

Something about Glenn’s hair being outstandingly hot in S12 really brought everything together, that year + heightened the pining. He would do something and we’d all be like “ok work!”

Season 16 is the closest I’ve felt to Season 12 levels of deranged. I think this makes sense since S16, stylistically, reminds me the most of classic Sunny and somehow, also, every macden fic I’ve ever read.

I never had a good reference point for whether other people outside of Sunnyblr read that episode as incredibly queer, or Just Guys Being Dudes, but most of my comms class watched this show, and we were all foaming at the mouth talking about it the next day. Everyone was like, “Oh my god! It’s getting gayer! We won!”

Reflecting on where I was in life when TGTB, and when this most recent season aired, I can’t help but wonder where we’ll all be if they touch noses. Season 24 is our seasons guys.

[milkyst4rs]

Opposites attract

a Zhongli x GN Reader fic (reader gets called 'pretty'!)

Yummy fluff mmm yes 💯

Not proofread SO IM SORRY 🙏🏽☠️

Zhongli is a very soft-spoken and wise gentleman. Locals will often see him strolling around Liyue Harbour, looking at shops and taking in the scenery. His looks stands out amongst the townsfolk of Liyue, as many men and women almost always do a double take when he passes by.

You are no exception, of course. Given that you are Zhongli's partner, you actually get to be with him instead of just oogle all the time. You are very proud of that fact.

"He is just...ARGGGG!!! He is just so adorable!"

You were at Third-Round Knockout with your two friends Ganyu and Keqing, fawning over your boyfriend Zhongli. You didn't care if people could hear your fangirl chants, they need to know how wonderful that man truly is!

"Yesterday, he brought me a bouquet of roses. I was obviously, like, really happy! So I asked what's the occasion? AND HE SAID THERE WASN'T ONE HE JUST WANTED TO SHOW HE APPRECIATES ME. That is the most romantic thing anyone has done for me..."

As you go on about the sweet gestures Zhongli has done for you, the two girls sitting opposite you giggle and squeal along with you.

"I'm really happy you found someone that truly loves you [name]...you guys are perfect for each other!"

Says Ganyu with Keqing nodding along.

Honestly, you were shocked that Zhongli actually liked you back. He is such a gentle and soft person while you are...well, you're a very energetic and loud person. When you two just started dating and people caught wind of it, some people were gossiping saying that both of you won't last given the difference in personalities.

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After your little lunch date with your two friends, you were back at home. Walking up to your front door you saw a familiar pair of shoes, immediately your eyes lit up. Zhongli is back home early!

You wasted no time opening the door, and there he was in all his glory. Sitting on your sofa reading a book. Hearing the door open, he turned back to look at you.

"Ah, hello darling. How was your afternoon?"

Archons, his voice...

You ran up and plopped yourself beside him on the sofa. Smiling up at him you said,

"It was wonderful! I met Ganyu and Keqing....."

As you rambled on about your day, Zhongli couldn't help but admire your pretty lips.

"-Li? Zhongli? Are you listening?"

Ah, it seems he lost focus staring at you.

"Sorry dear, you look...very pretty today."

He said, ears turning a bright shade of red.

The way you smiled at his little compliment, it added and infinite amount of years to his immortal lifespan.

Without hesitation, his hand gently cupped your cheek and he leaned down for a kiss. You indulged immediately.

"W-what was that for?"

Only this man can turn you into a flustered mess.

"Apologies dear, I'm feeling particularly bold today. Would you like to lay in bed with me?"

It was only 2.30pm in the afternoon but what the heck.

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You got changed into more comfy clothes and are laying your head on Zhongli's chest, you can feel the vibrations coming from it as he talks to you.

"It has almost been a year since we have officially become partners. I have to say, I find myself falling for you more and more each passing day. I have lived for thousands and thousands of years yet you...you manage to make me feel such a warm sensation just by being in your presence."

You look up at him and leave a kiss on his cheek. His face heating up.

"Getting together with you has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. Though some people still think that we are not suited for each other, I feel lik- no, I know we are perfect for one another. Don't you think so too Li?"

"Oh yes, I definitely do love."

He leans down a little to kiss your soft lips, his heart soars when you reciprocate. The two of you bathe in each other's affection, you will never get tired of it.

Pulling away, both of you panting lightly. You squish his cheeks and giggle,

"You, sir, are very cute. Did ya know that hm? I want to put you in my pocket and protect you from allllllll the monsters in the world."

"Oh? Well, I think I'm a bit to big to fit into your pocket. Though I thank you for your concern 🙂"

Ah, Zhongli and his talent for not understanding jokes.

[ctimenefic]

this is not like a complaint or anything but i find it so fascinating that i've read maybe 5 different galex fics in the past 2 months where alex is dead/killed but maybe only 1 where george is the dead one. why do galex writers love to kill alex let my man live 🤧 (ofc not including three's a crowd which is a masterpiece and a subversion of the trope where we REVIVE alex)

is murdering your beloved blorbo not the sincerest form of desire?

Okay, I actually hadn't noticed this, dear anon, but it's a really interesting point!

In my defence i would like to argue the living and the dead also has a revived Alex (yeah okay fair point I killed him first) and stuck-in-production-hell James Bond AU has a deliciously dead George. Like mmm, the details on that one are so yummy 😋

For realsies I think it may be the shock value. Alex is such a gloriously alive human being - bike accidents can't get him, appendicitis can't get him, surprise allergies to common anaesthetics can't get him, not to mention the Williams car and its yearning for the walls. Killing him is a stunning blow. It subverts expectations.

Whereas George can often look like a Victorian urchin about three coughs from expiring piteously (this is less true since the curls and tan glow up, but now he poses like a Renaissance martyr, with all the implications that has). Keeping him alive is extending his suffering, and I for one am in favour of this.

But I pledge to kill George more from now on. Let's make Alex survive him and grieve, it'll be fun!