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[noxtivagus]

no thoughts only zack fair !!!!

[mazojo]

The Jojo’s as my fav mysoginists

[corollaservant]

Night in the Net // Shigaraki x f! reader (18+)

Synopsis: You find yourself stranded in one hell of a sexist environment: the small town's internet café. Shigaraki's on the night shift. (3.6k)

Warnings: sex with Shiggy basically, mild degradation and misogyny from our fav incel, dom!Shiggy with a twist (no quirk obviously), use of “dollface” (i like it)

A/N: No dark themes here, peace n luv. Also.. yeah he is always linked to some gaming/electronic business ik!! but I like the trope/hc/almost canon.

You'd never imagine this was how your night would end.

Why are you there again? Right, your friends wanted to go to that after party, as if the club wasn't enough. What was supposed to be a night out ended up with you in the local internet café (the only after hours spot) while your friends decided to go to a house party with loud techno music, which definitely wasn’t your vibe. You and your friends lived close and would often call a taxi on your way home, money wasn’t enough for you to ride solo today though—you prayed in times like these that you at least had a job; you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone then. 

You knew pretty much everyone there, it’s not like the town had more than ten thousand residents and considering the age group and schools you’d all gone to, the internet café only had a few unknown members. On today’s shift was none other than Tomura of course, that guy was taking up as many shifts as his body would allow him to, apparently there was this rumor a family member was in crucial condition and they were in need. Tomura Shigaraki was one of these people you had branded as incel. Though hardworking (he kept a house of his own, cleaning and doing all chores by himself while providing for whomever he had), you still considered the guy as one. Now—you know the term is heavy, matter of fact, quite offending and serious as an allegation but it’s not like there weren’t rumors. Rumors he’d bash women and call them prostitutes, try to sleep with girls and trash them to his friends a day later, hating them for anything they did and claiming true love didn’t exist nowadays because “all women are sluts, who need money and validation.” Plus, he worked at the local internet café (should be enough reason), engaging in heated conversations with his friends and fellow streamers. God, one look in their chats and you'd get as violent as possible— (not much, you'd discovered it the hard way). Thus, it was no surprise that when you enter the place, you hear whispers and scoffs.

‘’The hell are you doing here?’’ A voice was heard from within, the café had the computer screens up front, a bar and a couch with TV in the back. Tomura was occupied in the designated bar the place had (you often wondered what kind of needs these people had—all they ever consumed was energy drinks and pre-packaged meals, takeouts were for reasons of competitive market prohibited).

‘’Just dropping by for a couple of hours, will leave soon.’’ You sigh as you take a seat on the couch, not bothering to talk to anyone, it wasn’t like they cared anyway. Loud noise and laughter can be heard all around, a couple of guys swearing and some younger boys excitedly standing above their screens. The store had a 16+ policy, but of course, no one ever checked so kids could practically stare unattended. Tomura also encouraged younger boys to play, such a piece of shit, you think, getting them to learn young. 

‘’Oh my fucking God, a slut just joined!’’ You hear some guy swear, presumably because a girl joined their online server. These guys were so disgusting, you cringe, it was no wonder they were celibate without wanting it. You stand up, you need to kill some time and you're feeling bored, you think about starting a fight with Tomura, how else could you have a little bit of fun?

You weren’t ever necessarily afraid of the guy, even though you had to admit, he looked intimidating. Quite tall with a pale complexion, ashy, dull hair and scars across his face; no one actually knew much about him and whether he was troubled, it’s not like he ever showed to work beaten up or high and usually kept a low profile. The only frightening thing this man had was his smile, it terrified you sometimes as it looked downright evil. 

‘’Getting them to learn young, huh?’’ You ask him, he’s washing up some cups from the previous round of gross gaming guys, who have now left.

‘’What?’’ He responds, not bothering to look up. 

‘’How to not get women, I mean.’’ You sigh as he huffs in annoyance.

‘’You should be grateful I let a female in my store in the first place.’’ He retorts, but doesn’t seem very angry, just ironic. Usual.

My store (you decide to skip over 'female') sounds funny but you choose not to comment on it. 

‘’So how long until you guys close?’’ You don't bother with the vocabulary—it’s routine at this point. It also never ends well and you had a great night so far, why ruin it now?

‘’Two hours.’’ 

‘’Mind if I sit on the couch? I’ll be quiet I promise’’ You ask—technically beg, as you see no other options.

‘’Ugh.. yeah I mind. There’s some guys wanting to use it, I have a group for GTA on the PS5.’’

‘’Seriously? People still play that?’’ You whine but force yourself to continue.

 ‘’Can I sit with you then?’’ It takes strength—but you say it regardless. You came to terms with the fact he was your last resort minutes ago.

‘’Sure. But you need to make yourself useful. Here, take this.’’ He hands you a wet sponge, ‘’Wash these up... carefully, while I go clean the floors.’’ He orders, as if you’re part of the staff (and new on the job apparently.)

‘’Do you actually want me to wash freaking dishes? I just came here to chill, I don’t even bother anyone!’’ You start feeling annoyed with the chores, you aren’t 16 and he isn’t your mom.

‘’You can always leave.’’ The running tap stops and he turns to you, practically shoving the wet gloves on your chest. 

‘’Or...you can stop being a brat and be of use during your stay, I have two hours left.’’ He smiles, that same smile that makes your skin crawl and blood boil as he moves away.

‘’Fuck! My dress, you asshole!’’ A wet patch now covers the too short dress as you glance at the time on your phone. 

Two hours. Two hours until your friends leave and he closes up anyway.

-

Tomura was at least true to his words. Within two insufferable hours of having to listen to appalling conversations between men (hardly to be considered as such), plate washing and the toilet being constantly occupied, the last customers get up to leave. 

You dry your hands and plop down the couch exhausted.

‘’Finally.’’ You exhale checking your phone, your friends hadn’t given you any life signs in the meantime, so you decide to patiently wait, they’d message eventually. Tomura is done sweeping the nasty floors from crumbs and dried Monster remnants, which he still has to mop (for the fourth time, you note and you've only been there some hours). You notice how restless he seems—the guy has been running the whole night after ignorant customers, who had not once shown basic respect for the order of the place yet never complained. Truly a shame he has such a misogynistic mindset, you think. He could get women, if he wanted to. 

It’s around 6:30 AM, when he presses a button to close the store's roll-up shutters halfway. Small light outside makes its way in but the place is still relatively dark, as he places the mop near the wall and takes a seat next to you.

‘’Fuuck, I’m so tired.’’ He sighs, making sure to spread his legs on the couch as much as he can, not caring (of course) about you also sitting on it. 

You always branded Tomura as an incel, that you knew about. But despite that, you now can’t help but feel for him, not knowing much about him at the same time. Sure, he technically isn’t the nicest guy but a look around would show you that he tries enough for a job kicking his ass. You find yourself sympathizing with a man, whose ideals you hate and try to brush these thoughts off.

‘’And why the fuck am I an incel anyway?’’ He asks, his head rests on the couch and his eyes are closed, he is scrunching severely—almost threatening to fall down. And he manspreads. A lot.

‘’W-well– I..’’ You never thought he’d caught on to that, stammering to stand your ground as you continue. ‘’Well, there have been rumors about you.’’ You say, but it doesn’t come off as confident as you’d hoped for. You also realize, it sounds kind of stupid.

‘’Reaaally? And you made sure to believe them, right?’’ His tone’s laced with irony but the way he talks like he whispers in a raspy voice doesn't annoy you anymore. It makes you more... uncomfortable? On the edge? Excited?...what?

‘’It’s not like you don’t claim it yourself.’’ You retort, finally finding some courage. You notice him looking at you as you awkwardly shuffle in your seat.

‘’All I’ve ever said was that I think women are good for nothing. And I still believe that, but I wouldn’t waste more of my time on that.’’ The statement makes you roll your eyes.

‘’How can you generalize a whole group of people, who are literally in no way inferior to you, you can’t tell me you’ve tried—’’ 

‘’Listen dollface, unless you want to change my mind there’s no reason to fuss that much, my opinion won’t change.’’

Unless you want to change my mind?

‘’I-I don’t.’’ You stammer, because the answer and pet name (dollface??) takes you by surprise and he laughs.

‘’Relax, you branded me an incel.’’ He jokes, ‘’don’t want the rape allegations on me too.’’ 

The more he talks, the more your mind races and you curse yourself. He seems..funny? He has a mole under his lips—fuck, it looks cute...He also looks good so (stupid as it is, yes!) you silently want his attention. Why can’t he just look you in the eyes more?

This is so wrong. He must've noticed your lost gaze as he speaks up.

‘’Wanna watch a movie?’’ He proposes and you nod, anything is better than the silence hanging in the air. Silence you caused. For thinking... things about him. 

Of course Tomura ends up choosing the most depressing film anyone can possibly watch in an internet café at 6 AM, Fallen Angels, and the dramatic cuts make it hard for you to concentrate. He at a certain point leans closer to you but you justify it, how else would he be able to see?

During this one scene, the woman pleasured herself with her legs closed, rubbing together and that’s when you feel a soft hand touch on your thigh. The dress you wore rode up, because your legs rested on the table ahead so it gave him the space he needed. The movement made you tingle and your core involuntarily contracted. The smooth fingers teasingly trailed up and down your leg, from your knees to your inner thighs. You didn’t want to look at him—he was too close and the scene seemed endless. But…he went on about it as if nothing was happening. 

Without saying a word, he carried on. A pad of his finger tip dangerously close to your now heated entrance, the images flashing before your eyes lewd, his hand tempting and threatening to reach your already soaked cunt—all this while the two of you hadn’t even shared a kiss. But he doesn't stop, looking ahead and acting like everything’s fine, until he touches your lower lips and you hiss, his finger traces the wet spot over your underwear while you try to move and speak up. 

‘’W–what are y—’’

‘’Shh..’’ is all he says. 

You want to tell him no. But no to what? You like the feeling of his two fingers against your folds. His palm moves your panties to the side and he stuffs them inside—they dampen from the fluids. How is he that quick? You can’t form a response but you’re about to ask him why—

‘’All that and I haven’t even kissed you.’’ He murmurs, gaze still fixated on the television ahead as you moan, when he slowly pumps them within your walls. Fuck, are you turned on by this?

‘’P-please..’’ You whisper, turning to look at him and for the first time, his eyes are removed from the stupid TV, a sly smile on his features as he tears away his hand.

‘’What is it? Want the incel to kiss you? Maybe even fuck you to prove a point?’’ He says and you frown.

‘’I—no, I have to go.’’ You get up, fixing (lowering) your dress—you have nowhere to go but you’ll figure it out eventually. You think staying longer only plays into his cruel intentions and whilst you can’t deny the pleasure he could give you, your pride’s in the way.

‘’You’re not going anywhere.’’ A wet hand clasps around your wrist and brings you on his lap, as he grins; you seem confused at the sensation. You are hiding the TV screen but he couldn't care less, he never paid attention to the movie.

‘’Feel the stain you left, too?’’ He says as he brings your face closer with the sticky palm grabbing you by the hair. You softly moan, noticing the small mole up close and feeling a bulge poke where your bodies meet. You sway your hips in a silent effort to have him initiate a kiss, you feel desperate and curse yourself again internally. He can only smile.

(You were so clueless, walking around in that slutty dress earlier—making him hard like that, did you even know it?)

He’s quick to kiss you, eager for more already, as mouths clash, teeth collide, the need you both have exceeds proper manners. You sloppily grind against him, the friction from a long outline beneath you makes it hard to think.

‘’I’m guessing, you’re really fucking the incel then.’’ He half smirks as he grabs you and repositions you to sit on his now fully hard cock that throbs in his pants; he lifts your dress above your ass and guides your hips sluggishly back and forth—he’s tormenting you and he enjoys it to the fullest.

‘’T-tomura..p-please.’’ You whine, the urge to have him inside you makes you blabber.

‘’Please what?’’ He slides a hand behind your waist, lowering it to find your slit from behind, his fingers pet your cunt and you moan. Loudly. He is tugging at your panties, the fabric annoys him and he wants full access and the words. The words to prove his point.

‘’P–please...fuck me already!’’ You breathe out and he groans to the sound of your voice. 

The ironic remark he prepared evaporates as he quickly pushes you back, just enough to not fall off his lap and quickly unzips his pants, thanking god for not wearing a belt. 

His pants and underwear are sloppily moved down his knees, as his cock jumps with a pop on his lower abdomen, stiff with a weeping tip. Pretty veins throb around it as your eyes widen.

Shit, he’s big, can you take him?

‘’I’d ask for a nice blowjob, dollface, but wouldn’t want the feminists after me.’’ He says as he brings you close, kissing you yet again, a string of spit runs down your jaw, as your hands roam his tangled, uncombed hair. 

He positions you on his cock, one hand snakes around your waist while the other one clings to the back of your scalp and you’re swiftly lifted by the head and pushed down on him, as you let out a scream.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He hisses, quickly looking around, the sensation from almost his whole length makes you tremble, he feels too full, too painful...too good.

‘’Shit, c’mon now you got this.’’ He encourages as you hesitantly move up and down his cock, gripping his shoulders and looking at him; he seems more concentrated on the sensation than your body, staring at you while you wrap around his length.

‘’Fuck...dollface, this too much for ya?’’ He tries not to grunt and you give your best not to cry, each moment that goes by turning the initial pain to pleasure—your cunt adjusts slowly and bit by bit to his girth. 

‘’T-tomura... y-yes..it’s too much!’’ You whine, sweat forms in your forehead as his hand finds your swollen clit and circles it while your nails dig deeper in his shirt.

‘’You can take it.’’ He says, he feels you squeezing him in, you bounce with dedication on his legs, making the couch squeak as if on some sex tape—you want to bring yourself even closer. So nasty, aren't you? Acting righteous, only to fuck yourself on his cock like a desperate whore.

‘’I-ugh-p-please..’’ You try to speak but he secures his hand around your torso and sinks (lower than before) down the couch. Two strong hands force you to stay still in the air while he drills himself into you at a steady pace, kind of sloppily too. Both of you moan, the position gives equal pleasure, your clit bumps on his groin and his cock reaches your g-spot with ease.

‘’S–Shit, you’re squeezing way too much, haven’t you been fucked like this before?’’ He sounds annoyed but the stammer in his voice betrays him.

Not like this, you want to say but can’t really speak the words. Your weight falls entirely on him, he doesn’t mind one bit—he loves it actually, this skin on skin contact as he guides you on his cock, it feels surreal. He hits soft and spongy spots inside while you slowly fall apart. 

‘’T-Tomura right there..I ugh—I'm close!’’ The sensation overwhelms you, his eyes are still fixated on your face, yeah I can tell, he thinks. He gets off on your desperation, mouth parted all for him? Your eyes threaten to spill by the way he tears apart your cunt and morals bit by bit.. it’s–

‘’Tomura, aren't you closing yet?’’ Someone asks from outside, interrupting the moment. The shutters only reveal a pair of shoes. 

‘’Yeah, I’m on it.’’ Shigaraki stops composed, cockwarming you in a funny way, while a hand, his hand covers your mouth. Your eyes widen as slick trickles down his thighs in silence.

‘’Alright, see you then.’’ The man leaves and he cusses him out. (''Cunt.'')

‘’We’re not done.’’ He turns his attention back to you and seizes your face, bringing your mouth closer.

‘’Open up.’’ He orders and you do, clenching around him in anticipation.

He spits in it and closes the gap with his index finger. 

‘’Swallow or I won’t continue.’’ You quickly gulp down.

‘’So obedient all of a sudden, aren't you?’’ Sarcasm evident as he gives your ass a solid hit, before starting to get back on his pace, only more rough this time, he longs for your release on him. You’re moving up and down his length, trying to grab anything accessible really, his hair, the back of the couch, under his shirt and you feel your orgasm resurface stronger; the delay highlighted all of your senses.

‘’T-Tomura—’’ You shudder, as his cock hits your g-spot expertly–fuck, this guy wasn't some incel–and your swollen clit has to brush one last time past his groin before you feel an overwhelming orgasm take over. You clamp down his length and moan embarrassingly (Fuck Tomura! I–I'm...too good!) This time he lets you, he needs to hear this.

‘’Fuuck—agh, look at you dollface.’’ He hums, a feminist creaming herself on my cock, he wants to add but it’s too many words and you just came so he wastes no time. He brings your neck close to his mouth and bites on it, teeth sink into your flesh and hands force you all the way down. His cum spills inside and he groans, trying to stifle his moans by biting down the sensitive skin even harder. 

And fuck if that isn’t hot.

He keeps you on him, arms fasten around your waist with cum dripping onto his lowered pants but neither of you bother to care; ragged breaths and the sounds of the film still playing are audible as more light enters through the rolled shutters.

God must’ve been on your side that day because a message appears on your screen moments after you both wordlessly got up and cleaned yourselves in the bathroom. Tomura would have to clean again, you think, as the message on your phone signals your time to leave.

You turn to look at him, he has removed his shirt and small nail scratches decorate his pale back and you..smile. What the hell? Was this..? Oh no—You try to find an appropriate goodbye.

See you soon? Thanks for the mind blowing dick? You aren’t the incel I thought you were? Everything seems embarrassing at present time. 

‘’I-I’ll be seeing you soon.’’ You opt for that, stupid as it is, you still look at him in anticipation. He turns to you, hands on the mop cleaning near the couch and nods. 

Great, you think, that was a disaster. You defeatedly walk (actually stoop to get past the almost closed door) feeling like a hooker after a client, miserable and kind of used. This is always the worst part. 

You feel an arm touch your shoulder, you’ve only taken a few steps in the daylight.

‘’Take this in case you revoke your incel statement.’’

Tomura hands you a piece of paper and quickly disappears behind the store’s shadows.

[minkiverse]

SONG MINGI FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Choi San - Jung Wooyoung - Choi Jongho

The behemoth part two 🫡🫡 fun fact at the time of me writing this san and mingi have equal amount of posts on this blog and thats what you call being double-biased 👍👍 once again unfortunately this will have another part as i could not fit all my recs in this post fuck tumblr but i hope you all enjoy reading about my sweet sweet princess 🥹🥹 and give a lot of love to these authors!!!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Princess pt 2 - @choisanboobenthusiast 🔥

it probably won't be shock that a lot of the mingi fics i recommend are sub!mingi and this is just the beginning 🤤🤤 HOW HE IS WRITTEN HERE IS JUST SO FUCKING CUTE I COULD CRY 😭😭 hes just so needy i- 🫠🫠

Under the Radar - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 Fuckboy!Mingi ✧ Ongoing

like i said in my reblog i truly can understand mc because i would also be in love immediately with this man that it would be a concern for everyone around me 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ her making him chase her too AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THAT

Genesis - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 Fashion Mogul!Mingi ✧ SMAU

i will say the main trope of this story isnt for everyone BUT IT SURE AS HELL IS FOR ME!!!!! what can i say about this author's smau's they are so interesting with dynamic characters and plotlines but still so funny and i love mingi in this 😭😭😭😭

Use me pt 2 - @hwaightme 🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers

mingi is deeply in love with mc and offers himself up to them and i will cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 hes just so precious in this two shot literally the sweetest bub that deserves everything 🥺🥺

show & tell pt 2 - @jensthwa ✨🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers AU

a friends to lovers trope will always get me especially when it starts with them "helping" each other which makes the realization that they love each other sosososososososoooooooo good 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

the princess treatment chronicles pt 2 - @yuyusuyu 💗 Friends to Lovers AU

oh god everyone in this fic is absolutely adorable 🥹🥹🥹 mingi has a list of how to make him fall in love and mc is doing a real good job at completing that list 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE THIS IS JUST FLUFFY FLUFF I LOVE IT!!!!!

Dirty Little Secret pt 2 - @xosannie 🔥 Friends to Lovers ✧ Sex Worker!Mingi

mc stumbles across mingis secret twitter account and cant stop thinking about it but same of course absolutely completely normal reaction to seeing videos of mingi getting himself off like???????? n e ways mc gets to help mingi in his career what a good friend 🥰🥰

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

Sweet Juice - @hongism 🔥 Magic AU

the patient in 206 - @frenchkisstheabyss 💗 Hospital AU

[5:04 AM] - @edenesth 💗

Untitled - @sluttywonwoo 🔥

Untitled - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Supernatural AU ✧ Ghost!Mingi

look at the way i ride - @biaswreckme 🔥

edging mingi - @1ovewoo 🔥

Untitled - @sluttywonwoo 🔥

realistic sex with mingi - @byuntrash101 🔥💗

[12:03 am] - @min-gis 🔥

steamroller - @fallinforgyu ✨🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers AU

this fic..... oh my god..... if i wasnt already in love with mingi THIS JUST MADE IT 10000000% WORSE 😭😭😭😭 childhood friends to lovers, pining, unrequited love (not really but u kno asdfsdfgfddf) and just the sweetest exploration of each other as they decide to lose their virginities together AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😩😩😩😩😩 its just perfect ok i love them

Untitled - @thetypingpup ✨🔥 Dragon!Mingi

fucking sub dragon!mingi.... what else is there to say 🤤🤤 like him just soaking in the praise and possessiveness ohmygooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo😩😩😩😩

Tuesday | Seven - @sluttywoozi ✨🔥💗

we have 3 major hits in a row AND I AM LOSING MY MIND REREADING ALL OF THEM 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this is some of the hottest domestic smut ive ever read quite possible 🫠🫠 reader is so incredibly horny for mingi AND I LIVE FOR THAT SHIT and damn mingi is down 😩😩

Assert your Dominance - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 Mechanic!Mingi

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits - @gamerwoo 🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers ✧ Wererwolf!Mingi

Yeehaw - @desirehorizon 🔥

Kinktober Day 30 - @ateezreactionsandscenarios 🔥

Face Sitting with Mingi - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Use it. - @a-soft-hornytiny 🔥

NSFW Alphabet - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Sleepless Inquiries - @catkyunie 💗

mingi x chubby!reader - @sluttywoozi 🔥💗

Untitled - @sluttywonwoo 🔥

After Work - @ateezscupid 🔥

It's okay, baby - @ateezscupid 🔥

Make Up - @nateezfics 🔥💗

12:06 - @desirehorizon 🔥

booksmart - @byuntrash101 ✨🔥

i am probably a broken record at this point but god do i love sub!mingi AND NERD LOSER MINGI FUCK ME😩😩😩😩😩 mc is such a good tutor for him wowowow 🤤🤤

Killer Eyes - @pirateprincessblog 🔥⛈️ Prisoner!Mingi ✧ Doctor!Reader

[9:47 PM] - @edenesth 💗

most vulnerable - @taexual ⛈️💗 Mafia AU

Hibiscus - @desirehorizon 🔥

Dear Princess - @ateezscupid 🔥 Medieval AU ✧ Vampire!Mingi

Unspoken Desires - @yourlocaljonghoe 🔥

play hooky - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

under the sheets - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

save a horse, ride your best friend - @seonghwaddict 🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

pussy drunk w/ mingi - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

22:46 - @seonghwaddict 💗 Roomates AU ✧ Friends to Lovers AU

country boy w/ mingi - @beenbaanbuun 💗 Country Boy!Mingi

Hearts Awakened, Live Alive - @sorryimananti-romantic ✨⛈️💗 Fantasy AU Demon!Mingi

tortured cursed mingi my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 this was a fic i read early on into getting into ateez and it is so fucking good 👏👏 like the concept is so interesting (esp for someone like me who hasnt watched any ghibli movies) but catch me sobbing for erebos on a daily basis😭😭😭😭😭😭

Eyes Roll - @jjunieworld 🔥

Wave - @sorryimananti-romantic 💗 Teacher AU

Tired - @hongism 🔥💗

mind over matter - @mingisaddctn 🔥

worship w/ mingi - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Cowboy!Mingi

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Dragon!Mingi

brainless w/ song mingi - @beenbaanbuun 🔥💗

butterflies - @hwaslayer 🔥💗 Parent AU

11:15 pm - @minranghae 🔥

backseat serenade - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

boyfriend texts 2 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

sacrifices - @lustfuldevils 🔥

Rainy Morning - @nateezfics 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Dry Humping - @gingersxng 🔥

Untitled - @dairyminki 💗

Fantasize - @2cupids 🔥

song mingi as boyfriend - @mybelovedwoo 🔥💗

skinny dipping - @byuntrash101 🔥 Swimmer!Mingi

Sour Candy - @0097linersb 🔥

Track 017 - 2Seater - @desirehorizon 🔥

please baby - @starminzoo 🔥

still your biggest fan - @byuntrash101 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

situationship w/ song mingi - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️ SMAU

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

Baby Fever - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

Untitled - @justaaveragereader 🔥

00:00 - @iannmin 💗

Untitled - @hrt4yongie 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 💗 College AU

friends to lovers with mingi - @lxvemaze 💗🍑 Friends to Lovers

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

Rings of Temptation - @crimsonbubble 🔥

6:52 pm - @323cutie 💗

Obsession - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥⛈️

10:02 - @kwanisms 🔥⛈️💗 Hyena!Mingi

[aangelinakii]

aj!!! certified jason todd LOVER is back!!! basically my one of my fav tropes is miscommunication eek 🫣🫣🫣 so i’ve been thinking about civilian friend! reader hanging out with oracle one night but nobody knows and listening in to comms and babs steps out for a sec to pee or smth and that’s when dick asks jason if he’s thinks you’re PRETTY or smth and jason vehemently DENIES it bc he’s pissed or bc of boundaries or smth 😭😭😭 and you’re so shocked u stay silent and leave and text babs that smth came up 🥶🥶🥶 and you distance yourself from your CRUSH bc that really HURT and after a while jason figures it out and tries to win u back or smth 😩😩😩

POOR CONNECTION.

— who's gonna own up to the truth?

summary : a friend of barbara's, you've always had a little thing for one of her family members — jason todd. and you're pretty sure he shared the same sentiment, or at least a similar one, what, with the way he smiles at you when he thinks you're not looking. tonight, you get your answer.

note : ANONNNNN YOU ALWAYS COME THRUUUUUU GIRL KEEZZP COMING TRHUUU anf also i didn't read the last bit of your ask until right when i finished writing 😭😭😭 so sorry i forgot to add that xx

"—and they didn't know when to stop," barbara, your good friend, laughed, finalising the story she'd been telling you about a time her comms were malfunctioning and tim and dick were attempting a good-cop-bad-cop routine, but barb had realised they were interrogating the wrong people.

"oh, god," you chuckled from the seat beside her, still dazzled by the set-up she had at her desk. "so oracle's not always perfect, huh?"

at this, barb gave a comical grimace, and pushed softly against the table, her wheels backing away from the desk. "just between us two." and she offered a wink.

she reached out to pluck her batgirl-merchandised mug from the desk, her hand hovering over yours — a green lantern one. "i'm gonna top up. you want?"

you tugged your eyes away from the various screens ahead of you, each one focused on a different surveillance camera angle. in the top corner, you could make out a blue and black figure somersaulting through the air on a rooftop, and their slightly less limber companion in red. your gaze fell to the remnants of coffee at the bottom of your mug, and you carefully placed it in barbara's hand.

"if you could," you hummed. "i have a feeling i'm not as used to late nights as you are."

and barbara gave a nod, placed both empty cups in her lap, and pushed herself away for a coffee top-up.

after a good few years of friendship, barbara had trusted you with her most top secret; her position as oracle. only a few months ago she had revealed to you her family's secret, after you were round for dinner and tim came home dressed as robin. it was the middle of june; no halloween or costume parties about.

tonight, however, was your first in the clock tower barbara spent her own in, eyes glued to various monitors, various cameras. some nights were more laidback, like tonight, and she could offer to remove her focus for longer period of time. other nights were more hands-on, fast-paced, shooting words into a microphone for the rest of the vigilantes and heroes to hear.

once the door had closed behind, you shuffled your chair into the middle of the desk, so the monitors were all front and centre.

using the mouse, you clicked on the top right surveillance cam, making the view of nightwing and red hood full-screen.

the view of their rooftop perch was more clear now, just almost out of view, but you could make out nightwing — dick grayson — holding himself up on his hands on the edge, slowly but surely shifting his entire weight to one palm, and the broadly musclar form of red hood — jason todd — sat on the edge beside him, legs stretched over, boots prepared for a fall.

ever since barbara had introduced you to her family — not her biological family, like the commissioner, whom she'd introduced you to already by this time, but more of a found family — you'd had a major jones for jason peter todd.

what was not to love? he was funny, handsome, would always give you some of his dinner when no one was looking, and had great biceps.

for you, it was like a crush at first sight, and one that had not wavered over the years.

and part of you thought that perhaps it wasn't entirely unrequited.

apparently he didn't share his food with anyone at dinner. apparently he didn't let guests get to see his room on the mansion tours. apparently he wasn't one to get into passionate conversations about his favourite books; not with any of wayne manor's residents, at least.

all evidence pointed to reciprocation.

your eyes moved down to barbara's — oracle's — desk. she owned a couple framed photos, one of her with her father, the commissioner, from her childhood, and a photograph from what seemed to be a party with cassandra and stephanie. a wonder woman mug was the home to various pens; a few byros, a few glitter gel pens, a couple sharpies. a blank-fronted leather journal lay open on the tabletop, pages and pages of surveillance cam addresses. and a headset, with a microphone attached.

tinny from the earmuffs, you could just about make out a couple voices. and so you lifted up the headset, and brought it to your ears.

first, there was a lot of grunting, and when you looked back up at the monitor, you could make out the black and blue jumping and flipping along the roof, and then there was a sigh.

"you're such a try-hard," jason's deep voice came from one of the headphones. his voice owned something different when he was speaking just to his brother, something more boyish, which was inevitable.

dick stuck his landing, extending both arms out like an olympic gymnast, and you could even make out the glint of his smile in the grainy camera distance. "you try it, then."

a beat passed. "no."

the surveillance cam did dick's dramatic movements justice, and he looked just as animated on screen as he was in real life. "that's why (name) doesn't like you," he chuckled, coming to a stop behind jason's back, hands on his hips.

immediately, without even looking, jason wound an arm back, clubbing dick in the shin, and, as you heard the smack in your ear, you watched dick stumble back. god, this was fun; barb must have a field day in this job.

"i knew it!" dick chimed, completely unbothered by the injury he'd now sustained. "you're into (name)! you like (name)!"

in your ear, jason grumbled, and on screen he pulled one of his guns from its holster and examined it in his lap. "i don't."

at his words, sulky, the corners of your mouth slackened slowly. oh.

that's all you could think as you stared up at the screen, heart sinking in your chest. just oh.

you should have known better. truly.

jason was just being nice, making you feel at home when he shared his food, when he included his room in the mansion tour, all the times he talked with you about his and your favourite books.

"stop lying, i see the way you look at them," dick responded, pacing behind his brother, but you weren't processing his words, just wallowing in your own shame.

and then, in a moment, jason scoffed and turned to glare at dick from behind his red mask. "i don't look at them in any way. just stop, you're.." his harsh tone fell soft as he turned back to thumb the sight of his handgun. "you're being annoying."

but dick only chuckled, enjoying jason's reaction.

on the monitor, he opened his mouth to speak, but you'd already removed the headset from your ears, placing it back on the desk where you'd found it.

yikes.

suddenly rather glum, you felt as though you would rather be anywhere but here; your bed was calling your name, as well as a few snacks — the healthy nature of them dubious.

slowly, you pulled your chair back from the desk, lump growing in your throat. maybe you should go.

and so you stood from the chair and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before turning to the door barbara had disappeared through.

just as you were about to pull it open, the lady herself appeared, door sliding open as she nursed the two warm cups.

"oh!" she squeaked, visibly surprised. "are you.. okay?" her eyes ran over your disheveled look, noting your bag and the tremble of your lips.

"yeah!" you answered much too quickly, and, although she didn't show it, you knew she was suspect. "i just don't think i can tough it as much as you can — the whole nocturnal thing."

and, hastily, you skirted around her seated form and began down to the exit.

nose creasing in suspicion, barbara wheeled herself back into her oracle office, noting how the monitor had focused in on the surveillance cam capturing jason and dick in the distance. you must've been talking to them, she assumed.

once she'd reached the desk, she placed both mugs aside, and fitted the headset atop her fiery locks. she pressed a button on the side of one of the earmuffs to unmute herself, and began to speak, trying to keep down her concern.

"did one of you say something?"

she watched how dick and jason straightened up, their absent-minded conversation of whatever coming to a close.

"uh– no? nothing bad," dick responded, glancing down at his brother, who shared his confusion, despite the mask. "why?"

"to (name), did you say anything?"

red hood flinched, but nightwing smiled and gave a chuckle. "i mean, we were talking about them, but nothing to them. why would we have said something to them?"

barbara's eyebrows knitted together. "they were staying with me for the night. are you sure you didn't say anything?"

even through the graininess, the fall of dick's smile could be made out, and he looked down at jason, as if piecing everything together.

"uh, well..." he began slowly. "we didn't realise they were listening, we were talking about 'em. jason — even though he does, so this is all his fault — said he didn't like them. i don't know. they must've heard, and i guess.. i don't know."

but he did know, and jason and barbara did, too.

a sigh sounded in barbara's headset, and she watched as jason's form deflated.

"fuuuck."

[radioapple-heathen]

My Top 10 📻🍎 'Multi-Chaptered' Fic Recs

(A continuation of my previous post. You can find info about my fic preferences and my top 10 'Series' fic recs here.)

1.) Somewhere down the line by kj_crwn

Complete (6/6). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

So, just like my #1 on my series recs, this fic has Lucifer and Alastor meeting in the living world first before canon takes place while Alastor is still a human, and then reuniting in Hell as the events of canon unfold. Absolutely my fav trope. It helps that the writing is absolutely gorgeous!!! This is such a comfort fic for me, could read it a million times over. It looks like the author considered making it a series but, at the time of making this rec list, it is a standalone fic.

2.) Even As A Shadow, Even As A Dream by @winterveritas

Complete (2/2). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: AU - Hell. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Really, anything Winter touches is absolute gold, but this fic rocked me to my core. The way this author portrays Lucifer's grief during Alastor's absence, like. I've been reading fic a long, long time. It takes quite a bit to pull tears out of me, but I sobbed while reading this. Don't let that scare you away, this author is allergic to unhappy endings, but the gut punch of emotions, oh my god. Also, for those who love when extensions of the boys come into play, Alastor's shadow and Lucifer's snake have roles as well, and that is a huge headcanon of mine so it was delightful to see it in this. Writing is flawless, prose is gorgeous, dialogue is top-notch. Just agonizingly wonderful, beginning to end.

3.) Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before The Next Angelic War by @miribalis

Complete (8/8). Rated T+. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I, like many others, stumbled across this fic due to this beautiful fanart and god. This fic is SO INCREDIBLE. The dynamics between the boys are everything????? This is a QPR take on them, and it's beautiful? Just gorgeous in every way, from the writing to the characterizations and the non-sexual intimacy exploration. ALLLLL the love for this fic.

4.) Lucid Dreams of New Orleans by @radiaurapple

In-Progress (14/15). Rated T+. POV: Switches. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Wow. Just... It's hard to put into words the admiration I have for this author/fic. In such a popular fandom/ship, it can definitely be hard to find a unique take on said popular ship. However, this. THIS. This is one of the most original radioapple fics I've ever had the joy of reading. Beautiful imagery, STUNNING PREMISE, the emotions, the prose, THE RADIOAPPLE BOYS, everything about it is perfect.

5.) The Ruination of Lucifer by @syaunei

In-Progress (31/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Not sure there are words in the English language to describe how fantastic this fic is. Everything I wanna say feels lacking. This fic has some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read. And it is such a delicious character study on Alastor, the inner workings of that man's mind is just insane. The way syaunei takes such a complex character apart, strand by strand, is truly phenomenal. I mentioned in my fic preferences disclaimer that I lean more towards top!Lucifer, but lemme tell you, this is top!Alastor DONE RIGHT.

6.) Something in Me Understood by @winterveritas

Complete (8/8). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This was written for radioapple week 2024, and Winter spoiled us rotten with the frequency of updates for this one. Bookstore AU but make it sexy? XD I am trying to keep my gushing to a minimal, but really, all of Winter's fics are fantastic. This one also includes some beautiful art. AND AND AND intersex!Lucifer, which again... a weakness for me.

7.) Awake, Arise by iffervescent

Complete (14/14). Rated E. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

HOLY PLOT! As I mentioned in my previous post, I definitely prefer more romance vs heavy plot in my fanfics, but when a fic can balance them both as experty as this one HO BOY! It makes for truly a good time! 🙏 Fantastic fic!

8.) Passing Ships by @selphhelp, @androidwiththeparanoid

In-Progress. (7/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human/Great Gatsby inspo. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Please envision this gif of the man screaming "Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something!" as I ramble about this fic because its a fucking gem, and it is so so so criminally underrated. I know its niche, but I think people assume you need to know about The Great Gatsby to read/enjoy it. YOU DON'T. I'm telling you, I remember ZERO about that book, and this fic has been an absolute delight??? Yandere!Alastor??? Vox's One-Sided Psychosexual Obsession with Alastor??? Possessive Lucifer??? IT HAS IT ALL. And the writing and characterizations are superb!

9.) Strange Appetites by Gotllphi

In-Progress. (20/23). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: Extremely graphic depictions of violence.

Notes:

Ho boy. I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT SAY. *gestures vaguely*. ITS JUST GOOD? VERY GOOD?? but also, cannibalism, violence, Alastor being a golly ol' serial killer, consensual but not safe or sane bdsm, etc etc. Also plot galore!

10.) Born for Adversity by fourshadesofgreen

In-Progress. (2/3). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This is a short one, but I love everything this author writes, and the ending scene of chap 2 has been living in my head rent-free since they posted it. Human!Alastor has fallen in love with the Devil and tries to summon him through his killings. Fantastic premise and writing.

❤️❤️❤️

I'll be doing one more rec list for oneshots! I'll post it in a few days. I hope you guys are enjoying the recs!

[beachf4gz]

I know you've reblogged some fic art before, but do you have any other Harry/Kim fics you really liked/would recommend? (Maybe even non-harry/Kim fics if you're into that lol)

oh my god i didnt answer ok ok yeah i'll find some and mb add to it later when i log back into my ao3 account. fanfiction man over here. no smut except incidental to fics i rlly enjoyed bc sex repulsed (sad + sorry).

FAV EVER is the repeater corpse conundrum , adore how the pale is written and it was very touching to me personally bc i felt like the experience of delerium was genuinely written perfectly, it felt like a memory or some shit i adore it, vaguely triggering to if u have experiences of delerium states ig bc its so vivid but yeah fucking sick.

the catacomb killer is a personal favourite bc the trope of like, false accusation and shit has been deeply deeply appealing to me since i was like 4, it was why i got my first ever special interest (christianity and the bible) and got christened bc i have always fucked w it harrrd.

the rescue is really odd- def not for everyone bc yk like human cow milk stuff- but i found it rlly touching and like just a really moving and rlly insightful metaphor for how ostracisation and dehumanisation functions in the characters. i have drawn fanart of this b4 :-b

the birdcage series was a longass rlly well thought out casefic- i just really liked how obviously passionate about writing a mystery the author was and good if u r into worldbuilding.

a toast to the pigs is currently unfinished and on hiatus but i fucking LOVE this au, kim and harry are so well thought thru j awesome, i have also drawn fanart 4 this one before i j love it.

rewind, refine is an awesome roleswap, especially love how harry is written in it- feels really thought out and j a lovely au tbh.

[rinhaler]

Hey hey luxie!! Here are the rin hcs I wanted to share with u this is the same anon from the other day!

Sfw:

* friends to lovers trope is the only viable option considering his overall…disposition, there’s no other way he’d give you time of day

* Calls you otaku in a hateful way because he loves the way ur face scrunches up

* Has all of your orders at any type of eating establishment stored in his brain so he can surprise you whenever ur feeling down

* POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE

* “What the hell are you doing hanging out with that loser?” “No, I’m coming over and we’re having a movie night.”

* Believe it or not, he blushes easily

* “Rinrin, do I look pretty?” *blush mode activated* “w-what? Yeah! Yeah, really pretty” he precedes to die of embarrassment

* Likes to scare you lmfao especially if you guys are watching a scary movie he’ll say he has to go to the bathroom and when he comes back he sneaks up behind the couch, grabs your shoulders and makes some weird ass noise and starts cackling once you scream and popcorn goes flying everywhere

* Absolute hater

* Will make fun of the music you listen to but then has a whole playlist of ur fav songs

* Simps for you so hard

* This man literally has a key to ur house and brings u coffee almost every morning

* Always wants you at his games and practices and looks for you in the stands

* He’s a little snuggle bunny it’s canon bc I said so

* Great listener but not really good at advice but will never hesitates to be your shoulder to cry on

* Often invites you to do yoga with him

* Loves to brush your hair and have spa days with you

* But know this he’s always gonna win the idgaf war

* Sidenote I feel like he knows how to skateboard and is good at it??? Must be the emo in him

Nsfw:

* Titty boiiiiiiiii

* That’s how the friendship evolved into a romantic relationship

* From starring at ur tits

* He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it or when it started happening

* “You wanna touch ‘em, rin? You’ve been starring at them a lot lately.” “Pshh whatever no I haven’t, you’re delusional!”

* Denial is a river in Egypt and he’s drowning it in, he can’t possibly want you in that way….unless?

* “Are you sure baby?” Consent king, has to make 100% sure you’re ok with it

* And after that first tit grab he’s done for

* Absolute slut for kissing and making out like literally he could cum from having his tongue in your mouth (he did the first time it happened oopsies don’t make fun of the poor baby)

* SLOBBER MONSTER OH MY GOD

* spits in ur mouth, spits on ur pussy, fucking drools allllll over you

* Loves to lick you and be licked

* Super sensitive nipples he’s kinda embarrassed by it but god does it get him bricked up

* Fav positions are missionary (mating press to be specific) and lotus. He wants to be close to you and hold you but still able to watch ur boobies bounce

* really into eye contact he knows how intense his gaze is and loves seeing you get all flustered from it and try to look away

* Grabs you by the cheeks, squishing them together a little and lightly shakes your head back and forth “nuh-uh, look at me me little girl watch me fuck this sloppy cunt”

* He’s got a dirty fuckin mouth (yum)

* “Harder rin, please baby harder!” “Yeah, you like getting your little pussy pounded? god, you’re a fucking nympho, aren’t you?”

* Once again, POSSESSIVE!!!

* “Who does this pussy belong to? It’s my fuckin pussy, only I make you feel this good, nobody else can ever make you feel like this. That’s right, call out for me baby, say my name, tell me who you love”

* Breeding kink due to said possessiveness, he came in you the first time you guys had sex, you are his and there’s no way around it

* Can and will and wants to get you pregnant he doesn’t give a fuck

* Pleasure dom he won’t stop until you’re crying or screaming or giggling from how deliriously cockdrunk you are

* Strength kink this mf just stands up and fucks u mid air, loves showing off

* Moans, groans, whines, grunts, growls, he makes every sound you could possibly think of despite him being a stone cold statue majority of the time, this is not the case during sexy time

* Oh and let me put an emphasis on the whiny part while he’s getting head

* So needy it’s kinda pathetic really but he’s soooo cute

* “Oh shit yes baby, pull it out, please baby please put my dick in that pretty mouth”

* Secretly loves being teased and edged

* Face fucker, both receiving and giving

* He lets you mount his face like a bicycle and absolutely goes to TOWN on ur pussy

* Shakes when he cums like I said he cums inside you and he actually gets pretty emotional that you just let him and trust him that much to do something so intimate with you

* Stamina is fucking insane he can go all night if you want

* But when all is said and done aftercare is really sweet and sensual, he’ll wanna cuddle for a few minutes, just hold you and caress your back and tell you how much he loves you lots of kissing too

* Once he finally gets up he’ll run a bath for the two of you and both of you wash each other off before going to bed

* But he gets out before you so he can put some fresh sheets on the bed

* Rin itoshi is a lover and a sweetheart with is s/o no one can convince otherwise

Anywayyyy ima stop myself there I could literally go on all day abt him it’s bad I’m sick in the head

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possessive rin is so dear to my heart I deff agree with that. like, stupidly possessive. doesn't like it when other guys look at you or breathe your air you're his and no one else's.

I love the idea of him knowing what we like to eat 🥹 I'm such a picky eater. However I also feel like he'd definitely try and get you out of your comfort zone to try new things!! But I think he'd be proud of u for trying even if u don't like what he's picking :P

HIMMMMMMM BEING A SKATEBOARDER EMO BOY IS MAKING ME CRAZY PLS

Omg u think Rin is a tits guy?? Any particular reason why or? Idk I never really thought about what he'd prefer but I kinda agree now that you've said it... (hate it for me I hate my boobs LMFAO).

HIM SHAKING WHEN HE CUMS I'M FUCKING BARKING I'M BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK I CAN'T COPE HELP I NEED HIM IMMEDIATELY

omg these are all so good I could go on so long about them all but I'd end up writing a 50k essay LMAO thank you for sending them though I'm so?? obsessed?? I wanted to post this it's been in my drafts for DAYS I've never had such an in depth ask before so I wasn't sure how to go about answering but u absolutely ate with these.. thank u for sending omgggggg I'm absolutely DROOLING

[fushitoru]

Hii lovely! I'm a very anxious person, so I'm so sorry if I come across as awkward in any way shape or form, I tend to be more of a lurker, but I'm trying to get better at interacting!!

First of all, your Bridgerton fic is??? SO?? GOOD??? The way you portray all the characters, the language, the settings, everything is just absolutely chef's kiss!! When I watched season 3 this spring I was sat there thinking about how good Gojo would be in the setting, so cue my excitement once I found your fic lmfaoo

ALSO?! Spider-man Gojo?? Academic rivals to lovers??? I would literally give my soul for that. Spidey is my all time favourite superhero and it's one of my favourite tropes sob SUPER excited to read it once you get it done!! <3

You write so so so beautifully and you (among a few others) make me actually feel like getting my finger out of my arse and write myself LOL But until then, have some art of Bridgerton Gojo? Just a sketch for now, and I couldn't for the life of me decide on hairstyle, so uhh, have both I guess??(+ two slightly different expressions lmfao)

I also just want to mention, please make sure to not pressure yourself too hard with writing and take everything at your own pace!! I (among others, I'm sure) would wait for however long you need to finish up these lovely works of yours!!

(I'm so sorry if these ever get super long, I'm a big time yapper, which is ironic for an anxious person loool)

Muuuch love<33

OMG HI BB!!!!! thank you so much for interacting with me, even though it's out of your comfort zone :') plsplspls don't worry about being too awkward or anything, i literally was smiling like an idiot while reading ur ask!!

and AHHH thank you so much!!! it's so funny that you say you thought that while watching season three because it was actually that season that made me want to write this series. glad to be of service <3

AHHH i'm also really excited to post it. i'm not done but im sooooo excited to finish it and have really been enjoying the process because spiderman is also one of my fav troupes + i feel like i've been able to write it in my OWN voice. super super excited for that <3

OH MY GOD. YOU DRAW SO BEAUTIFULLY??? I LOVE THIS SKETCH. i honestly really like both hairstyles and expressions you drew them so well 😭 i definitely imagine his hairstyle as the one on the left while im writing. everything from the outfit to pose you drew SO WELL (im in LOVE with the jacket as well as the shoes) he looks so BOUGIE and so TALL im literally going to climb him. and im ngl the expression the right seems so much like his sassy self, especially when he's making fun of someone while his expression on the left i interpret as something a bit more unfiltered, when he's more genuine. god you are so talented, literally captured the vibes.

AND ILY!!! no matter how long these asks are i will read them pls bring forth the yap. literally squealed while reading this, ilysm. thank you SO MUCH for drawing bridgerton!gojo im so honored 🫶🫶🫶

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

baby enemies to lovers stories? i loveeee them, dont know whats wrong with me bestie

nothing is wrong with you babe, you just have taste!

I'm a sucker for a good enemies to lovers story too so dkjhjshdf I'm so happy for this! Anyway let's begin!

My forever and always favorite enemies to lovers story is "404" by my beloved @freedomfireflies When I say I need 404!harry, I couldn't mean it more! I had a dream about him for real 😭 It's so well written and you can literally feel the tension between the two characters. 404!harry is my baby and I want to put him in my pocket and have him there forever. It's everything you could ask for in a story with that trope. 🙌 😍 (personal fav: a-mazing and jealous - I was on my knees)

Also please do yourself a favor and read @harrys-titties "Harry's a dick and Y/N hates him for it". It's really amazing! The way she built their relationship was precious 🥰 And I loved that Harry's best friend was Sarah, it was a beautiful touch. When you will start reading it, you will find yourself unable to put it down. (um also I have the "y/n and harry hate each other, until they don't" in my "to read list" and I'm sure it will be amazing)

Additionally "grumpy h" by my favorite @cupid-styles is *chef's kiss* seriously. I really liked how their dynamic began to change and they were so soft for each other 😇 so cute 🥰 Oh and I almost forgot it! "You're my last shot" is an enemies to lovers story too and believe me it's so sweet, I loved it. I was reading the blurbs until 3 AM in the morning hehe 😇

Of course it's not a proper rec list for enemies to lovers stories if I don't mention "aster" by @moonchildstyles ! It is really good! Like reallyyy good😍 It's the cutest thing ever hdshgjghshjg Now I'm thinking about it, I will reread it 😍 I was obsessed with this the first time I read it.

Also "Ballerina Y/N and Ballerina Harry" by @jawllines ! Oh my God, it's so good! Actually I can't express how good it is, words aren't enough! I just love it. I started rereading it actually the other day and I couldn't stop myself. I have a soft spot for it 😇 Their chemistry is everything! 😍 The characters are amazing and Y/N is a queen! Also Ballerina!Harry is exactly my type so 😇

@be-with-me-so-happily has a great enemies to lovers story too! "Not what we bargained for" is freaking good 😍 Had a great time reading it!

Oh and of course "Harry is Y/N's producer & she doesn't like him" and "Y/N & Harry kind of hate each other but have to walk together in their friends' wedding party" by @0nlythrowharrybeaux ! Her stories are so addictive 😍 Her writting has an incredible flow 😍

One last thing: it's not actually a story but @justlemmeadoreyou ' headcanons are crazy and I guarantee you that the mean!friends with benefits!harry headcanons are so f*cking hot 😱check them out 😍 (also she's making a series based on them, part 1 is out and I'm telling you it's so good! Cant' wait for the next part! - it may be a friends with benefits trope but they started as enemies, they didn't like each other much so yeah that's why I put it here)

I'm 100% sure I'm forgetting many other stories I would love to include in this but I can't think of anything else right now sorry 😭 If something else comes up to my mind, I will add it ❤️ Enjoy ❤️

P.S always grateful to the authors 😊

[noxtivagus]

ffxv makes me so emotional oh my god 🥹🫶🏼

[212-apricity]

mastermind, part one - theodore nott

hi omg im back😍🙌

ok so this is part one of a series called "mastermind" (inspired by the song “mastermind” by taylor swift). its a theodore nott fic and starts from the beginning of sixth year until the end of seventh, im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.

academic rivals, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, heavy angst at times and all that so enjoy😋😋

this ones a short one for now but part two is halfway done and should be out sometime this weekend🤞🤞

please lmk what you think: what were your fav parts? anything i should change?

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

warnings: none for now<33

masterlist

theodore nott masterlist

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“Hey, wait on!”

I turn around to see Hermione running to catch up with me, her suitcases on her trolley and her cat happily meowing in its cage.

“Hermione!” I exclaim as I give one of the trolley boys my trolley and go to hug her.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in ages!” she sighs as she hugs back tightly.

“I know, you promised to write, why didn’t you?” I say.

“Oh shush, it’s not like you sent me any care packages anyways.” she replies as she links our arms and starts leading us to one of the carriages once we’ve taken our pets off.

Hermione and I have been friends since the beginning of our first year, before we were friends with Ron and Harry actually.

To say that my mother was happy with our friendship is a huge lie.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Even her name disgusts me, much less the things she’s done.

She was mortified. I still remember the look on her face when I brought Hermione over one time.

“A mudblood?” she had exclaimed.

“Why on earth would you want to be friends with the likes of them? You’re surely not my daughter, that’s for one thing.”

Hermione and I both knew what rejection felt like. Her, with most of the pureblood Slytherins, and me, with my pureblood Slytherin family.

My aunts and uncles are probably the worst of the bunch surprisingly.

Lucius and Nesta Malfoy.

Even their names are filled with poison.

Not to mention my cousin. Draco.

What a horrible waste of a family.

My uncle, Sirius, is the only one in the family who understands me. Coming from a highly Slytherin pureblood family, we were the only Gryffindors. God knows why.

I think the neglect from my mother and most family is what made me and Hermione such good friends. We both knew how the other felt.

“Have you seen Ron or Harry around yet?” I asked, settling down in the train cabin in the train with my cat, Alfie, in my lap.

“No, not yet. They should be coming up soon though.” Hermione replied and surely enough the door to the cabin opened and in came a mess of ginger hair, already complaining about God knows what;

closely followed by Harry who tried to say hello before he was cut off.

“Guys you’ll never guess what. Mum made me wear Fred and George’s old jumpers again. As if I’ll ever fit into these, they’re huge! And another thing, she said I’m not allowed to get a new pet so I’m stuck with this old bird.” he finishes his rant as he points to the old caged owl in his hands.

“Hello to you too Ron.” I say after a pause.

“Oh yeah, hi guys!” he says smiling.

Hermione rolls her eyes at him with a smile and pats on the space next to her, motioning him to sit down and Harry sits next to me after hugging me and Hermione.

“So what’s all this about Draco and a weird-looking cabinet? And who are all these people you’re talking about?” Ron asks Harry settling down and rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

“Don’t you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation.” Harry says, looking over at me.

“Stop that rubbish Harry. I know where you’re going.” Hermione says, trying to ignore whatever Harry and Ron were talking about and looking out the window.

“No guys listen to me, it’s happened. He’s one of them.” Harry says the last part quietly.

“One of what?” Ron asks, confused as I take a sigh and say,

“Harry’s under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater.”

“You're barking.” Ron says as he sits up, ‘What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy, he hasn’t got any hair to want Malfoy’s bleach bottle.”

“Well then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?” Harry quips.

“It’s a creepy shop. He’s a creepy bloke. Put two and two together and there you go.” Ron responds.

“Look, his dad’s a Death Eater, his aunt’s a Death Eater, most of his family is, whos to say he isn’t following in their footsteps.” Harry says as I look away in shame.

Harry realises his poor choice in words and says, “I need some air.” and walks out the cabin.

“He’s going mad I’m telling you.” Ron says to Hermione and I.

Hermione and I don’t say anything in response but busy ourselves with our reading books while Ron raids the sweet trolley.

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It only took us around half an hour to get settled in our dorms again, this being our seventh year we had a lot more practice and we were all now making our way to the great dining hall.

“Welcome all students…” McGongall’s voice boomed as we took our seats, Hermione and Dean Thomas on either side of me with Ron and Ginny in front. Our table was on the other side of the hall to the Slytherin table but I could still see my cousin's crispy fried blonde hair as he took his seat next to one of his friends.

What was his name again?

Thomas?

Timothy?

“Why are you staring at Theodore Nott? I thought you hated him.” Ron interrupts my thoughts as he shoves a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Theodore. Right.

“And now with the sorting ceremony finished for another year, let us feast!” McGonagall’s voice, thankfully for once, gave me a chance to change the subject before things got weird.

“What? No I’m not, pass the mashed potatoes.” I say shrugging it off as I draw my attention to Hermione.

“Where’s Harry, he’s already missed the welcoming.” Hermione says, looking around in anticipation, clearly worried.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a moment.” Ron responds shoving a spoon of jelley in his mouth.

Jelly with chicken? Ew.

Hermione stares at him for a moment before hitting him with her book repeatedly, making me laugh, “Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing.” “Oi! Turn around you lunatic.”

We turn to where Ron is looking and see Harry walking towards us with a white cloth at his nose, stained in blood.

“Why do you always have to be covered in blood?” I say, taking the cloth from his hands as he sits next to me. I try to clean up his face the best I can.

“Where have you been? And whats happened to your face?” Hermione hisses at him.

“Later, what’ve I missed?”

“Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong on these troubled times.” Ron replies.

“Easy for it to say, its just a bloody hat innit?’ I say.

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“Y/N! GET UP!”

I open my eyes and see Hermione pacing around our room trying to get ready.

“What?” I say groggily, putting my head back on my pillow.

“I said get up, you’re going to be late and we have potions first thing.” she said as she pulled the pillow from under my head and tore the duvet off my body, forcing me to get ready.

“Eugh no I can’t deal with Snape this early.” I say as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

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“Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning. Ah! Hello ladies. Please, please take a seat.” The professor says to us.

Wow. This is a change.

Hermione rushed to take the nearest seat available next to Lavender Brown which left me next to,

“Well hello to you too.” Theodore Nott says smirking up at me from his chair as I drop all my books down.

I took a seat before my knees had the chance to give out.

Woah, what?

“Hey.” I say curtly, drawing my attention to the assignment, trying to ignore Theodore’s piercing gaze and strong cologne.

“Late on the first day I see, not a good impression. If Snape were here, he’d have your heads.” Theodore says as he scribbles down the assignment on the board into his scrolls.

I roll my eyes and ask, ”Who’s this anyway?” as I copy the ingredients for the potion in my scrolls.

“Professor Slughorn. He’s taking our class for this year.” Theodore says as he waits for me to finish writing so we can get the ingredients for our potion from the back of the room. “The whole year?” I say standing up and making my way to the back with Theo, “What’s happened to Snape?”

“No idea love.” Theo says, making butterflies erupt in my tummy but I shove them down before they can travel up to my throat and make me say something flirty back.

Theodore and I never had a reason to dislike each other. Well, not officially. We never had a big fight or any interactions of any sort honestly. I didn’t even take any notice of him until he had beaten me to a question in first year in dark arts and gotten 10 house points because of it. Since then we’ve had something going on between us. The need to one-up one another, to be smarter in lessons and faster in quidditch.

I’m not going to deny that he was attractive, because God he was beautiful.

Beautiful and conceited.

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part one, done!

lmk what your fav parts were!!

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

taglist: @timmytime17 @cherry-hoe @jetblackpayne @ash-tarte @coolestgirlhere

[cathalbravecog]

GOOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING TOONTOWN!!!!

[High Roller dressed as Sardonyx to let my autisms (corporate) clash !!]

LISTE N TO ME TH.RERES NO WAY WHO DESIGNED HIGH ROLLER DID NOT TAKE INSPO FROM SARDONYX I KNOW THEY POSSIBLY PULLED FROM SIMILAR INSPO TOO AND TV SHOW HOST CHARACTER TROPES BUT OH MY GOD IM GONNA END IT ALL THEY HAVE SO MANY SIMILARITIES AND I HFGRGHGHGHGHG IM SORRY SARDONYX WAS ALWAYS MY FAV FUSION SO REWATCHING SU AND SEEING THESE GUYS SIMILARITIES MAKES ME EXPLODE. GOOFY "GOOOOOOD ____ _____" ENTRANCE. ARE FUSIONS. TV SHOW HOSTS. CAN ROTATE SPINNY SPINNY PARTS OF BODIES. ICONIC LAUGH. THE MOST SLAYING SUITS EVER. they both got it all. ok sorry for being tism

thisd rawing took me too long and i think im ready to die. im free.i can draw other things freely (TFW THIS WAS A DERAIL AS WELL)

also yeah that... empty space there KINDA sucks but..! im not doin shit abt it. so i hope you Fellas like it. will draw simpler hr art after this i needed to drop a banker after a while

if you read all of this uhmm ur swag . have these secret hr stamps i made months ago that i was too scared to post. My Treat.

also fun fact the font i always use for watermarks is the crewniverse font lol

[v3nusxsky]

Request: Sex pollen with sub Larissa/masculine shapeshifter dom Reader

Surprise gift 18+

*Authors note~ sex pollen trope is honestly so much fun to write and I am loving sub Larissa right now. So here we go*

Trigger Warnings~ sub Larissa dom masc shapeshifter r daddy kink praise kink shifted dick breeding kink oral face fucking facial, cream pie degrading kink humiliation kink if you squint.

Prompt~see ask

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Hey this my first ever ask so why not ask my fanfic fav ~ . But here it is I LOVED THE SEX POLLEN ONE so may I request another sex pollen story but with Larissa and maybe ® ( a former student that's she's very fond of but you can choose the story line. I know you want let me down ~ @enchantressb

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It was no secret you and Larissa were close. Despite you now having left Nevermore and being a few years younger than the principal you'd gotten on well. Especially when you had some personal issues in the last year where she became your god given solace. So of course when she approached you about a new job coming up a few years later you jumped at the chance to return to the school but this time as a somewhat equal to the tall blonde. Of course you fell back into your old comfortable friendship as if nothing had separated you. But what you weren't banking on was for your feelings to grow and develop with every passing day.

You knew Larissa had some attraction to women, but she didn't know about you hence why you thought a the silly little crush on her would fade. Oh how wrong you were. Of course all of this was kept to yourself and yourself only. Maybe that's why you felt so concerned when Larissa volunteered to try a new potion with you. Your friend had sent it to you, it was supposed to bring you what you truly need. Once Larissa found out she was more than happy to try this after all your friend had an amazing track record in the world of potions. So you arranged to go to her office and let the potion do it's own thing.The instructions were simple all you had to do is sprinkle a small amount into some water and drink it. The potion should begin working within half an hour. So of course you followed the instructions before settling on the sofa and falling into a safe conversation.

You were the first to feel it, the unfamiliar tightness like you were missing a vital part of you. "Ris, I'm feeling rather unwell" you murmured before standing up to leave. Only to be stopped by a whimper coming from the blonde, "stay, please." Tears polling in her eyes as she showed her vulnerability to you. "Larissa, what do you need?" You murmured watching a flush hit her cheeks, "I um I need you." You were stopped in your tracks by the confession, the way you stepped back it it made the sensation stronger. The pain stronger. But if you were to step forward then it would morph into need.

"Rissa, I need you too. But I need you to consent darling" you murmured approaching you. "Please y/n I need you" she mumbled before her hands reached out and pulled you into a passionate kiss, one in which you happily reciprocated. That one kiss ignited a flip of a switch that was unstoppable. Your hands roaming Larissa's body as she continued to be responsive to your touches. "Ris, are you sure my darling?" Instead of a verbal response Larissa managed to drag you to her bedroom and settle on her knees at the foot of the bed, "please daddy" was all she whispered. "Oh fuck Larissa, so pretty darling."

You shifted your anatomy more often than not, so it was unsurprising to hear Larissa gasping at the sight sight of your bulge forming. "Daddy" she whined causing you to smirk down at the blonde on her knees. "Oh yes princessa I do like to shift my anatomy in daily life, would you be a good whore for daddy and take her dick?" You practically purred at her which had her almost drooling at the thought and fumbling to free your stone hard dick. You couldn't help but chuckle at how needy she looked upon seeing the reddened tip leaking with pre cum. "Cock slut aren't you baby? I bet you shift yours sometimes huh?" You teased not really expecting a response but still Larissa gave small nod before a whimper of "please" was let loose.

The moment Larissa engulfed the whole of your member could only be described as heavenly. Teary eyes as she gagged around your hard shaft. Her on her knees in front of you swirling her tongue around your bulbous head before swallowing you whole again was perfect and more than you ever imagined. It was hard to remain in control with the potion running rampant in your veins, so of course you began to thrust yourself into her warm tight throat with an animalistic need. Larissa had no complaints thought, gagging and swallowing everything you were giving wanting to taste your seed. But of course that wasn't where you wanted to be, so you slipped out of her skilled mouth and ordered her to stick her tongue out while stroking yourself, a few strokes later you came all over her mouth and face. It was some form of relief but not enough to state your true desire.

"Bed kitten" you murmured in thought as you followed after her, you made quick work of stripping her clothing, marvelling at how beautiful she truly is. You could tell Larissa was feeling self conscious by the way you were worshiping her, the compliments flowing from you were stirring feelings she hurried deep inside herself. The moment your mouth took a greedy yet experimental kick of her cunt you swore you heard an angel gasp. Turns out that angel was Larissa Weems needing more of your touch. "Please god don't stop please more daddy" she whined as she squirmed for you. "I don't plan to stop princessa I just wanna eat my pretty kitten clean" you muttered to the blonde before devouring her as if she was your last meal.

It didn't take long for the coil within her to snap as you hate her out as if you were starving, she came with a cry of your name followed by a string of curses. Somehow the put together principal cursing had you impossibly needy. So of course you wanted more of the blonde, some relief but not stated you both craved the other again. "Please daddy want you inside me" she mewled to you. "Ris, I don't have a-" you started only to be cut off by the blonde, "I don't care please for the love of all things holy just fuck me like the whore I am for you" she begged spreading her legs to invite you in. Your hesitation was soon stopped when she shoved her hand to her cunt and teased herself, if she was getting fucked then it was going to be by you and not her own hand.

You thought her mouth was heavenly but her tightness in her pussy was a new level of pleasure, an out of this world experience, and when she bucked her hips to encourage you to move well, you thought you'd die happy. Sex is one thing, but fucking Larissa Weems like animals in heat was another. The noises you managed to draw from her as the head of your cock brushed her cervix. "Fuck you're such a white kitten, your squeezing me so well baby, fuck like that gorgeous" you praised causing the blonde to continue to meet your harsh thrusts. "Daddy, I'm yours please fuck I wanna be your cum dump please god give it to me" she mewled in the throes of pleasure, "daddy need to cum please please let me" she whimpered as her walls clamped around your cock making it almost impossible to move. "Cum baby, cum for daddy" you panted as her orgasm triggered your own painting her insides white with rope after rope of hot seed.

Only when you both came down from your highs did you slip out of her tight little hole to admire how your come seeped out of it. "God that's so hot Larissa" you murmured before heading to go and get a wash cloth to clean her sticky body sweat and cum scenting the room. Only when you'd successfully cleaned yourself and Larissa up you came to hold the blonde. "Larissa can I kiss you?" You mumbled shyly which didn't make sense considering you'd given her one of her best orgasms in her life. A small giggle came from the blonde as she nodded, you shared a sweet kiss before settling down with each other in the bed. Although you didn't know what it was you were glad you tried the potion from your friend.

Word count~ 1511

[kaistarus]

My Fic Recs

South Park

Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space (gremlinteeth)–(Creek-complete(137k)–this is quite literally the greatest fic in existence. ‘but South Park is cring–’ shut your mouth, get over it, and read this masterpiece. The character/relationship development, worldbuilding, symbolism, characterization?? I still get emotional listening to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” by The Beach Boys.... Like what?!? I cannot wait for the day that I have forgotten enough of this fic that I can reread it again properly. IDC what fandom you’re from read this fic.

Me, You, And Time(HelplessRomantic_2)--(Creek-complete(13k))--There are a lot of fics on Craig and Tweek’s development using canon moments in the show and I think this one does it best. Characterization, realism, character/relationship development, friend group dynamics. It’s just a great fic overall. Love it

Family Is What You Make Of It(Mareepysheepy)--Creek-complete(17k))--This fic is unbelievable. It’s an absolute masterpiece of a take on the Tucker family dynamic and how Tweek has fit into their lives. The unconditional love they have for each other and Tweek’s support for Craig. It’s one of my favorite Tucker family fics and the writing itself is phenomenal

Life In Color (BlameCanada)-@blame-canada-Creek-Complete(2k)--This is so artistically written and underappreciated. It’s a shorter one-shot, but their ability to take Craig’s monotonous descriptions to show how his worldview and outlook literally change with Tweek around is beautiful. Gives me that chest achy lovey feel and cannot get enough

Your Eyes, My Nose (PinkFan_Gurl)-@pinkfan-gurl-Creek-Incomplete(75k)-I admit, I was a little hesitant at first because babies, but I gave it a chance and OH my god I’m so glad. The writing style is fantastic, the characterization is phenomenal, there are unique relationship dynamics, and most importantly we get dopey Craig who is so in love with Tweek it’s embarrassing. I flip out when I see there's an update in my inbox. Not complete, but still updates 🙂

A Beautiful Sight, We’re Happy Tonight (@tlinrookie)-Creek-Complete(13k)--I am so obsessed with this fic, it's just so fucking good and one of my favs. Post-high school hook-up into insecure/awkward flirting? It’s so well done and realistic as a concept that if someone told me this actually happened to them in college I’d believe it. I love that in my fics. And once again, awkward blushy Craig <3

press pause (pink2d)--Creek-complete(13k)--Just Craig overwhelmed with his newly developing feelings through fantastic writing and emotional description. He just wants to kiss his boyfriend but can’t stop overthinking literally everything. I LOVE the author’s use of little details and actions to show love and build up on Craig’s end, gives you a chest achy emotion

Anyone Else But You(@fruitloopzed)-Creek-Complete(3k)--One of my fav meet cutes. I’m always a sucker for love at first sight, but Craig seeing a cute boy at five-years-old and his first instinct being to rizz them up with red racer? What a concept. Genius. It’s so cute and actually writes them in character for their age which is well done

Nervous young inhumans(tweakers)-Creek-Incomplete(136k)@tweakerist--Have you ever wanted Craig to be hopelessly in love, but literally everyone and their grandma knows except him? Well, I have the fic for you! lmao seriously tho Craig is an idiot. but his and Tweek’s relationship dynamic/development is so good. I will reread some interactions like ten times cause they’re so cute and funny. So if you also like dialogue/interactions sign yourself up. It’s incomplete, but author updates regularly!

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

More Trouble Than You’re Worth(@voidjelli)–Amanene-Complete(183k)- Have you ever wanted as many fanfic tropes as possible shoved into one beautifully written fic? Well I've got the story for you! lol I’m personally obsessed with ‘he’s so in love with her it’s pathetic’ so this fic kills me. The writing is phenomenal and the characterization/relationship buildings are amazing. I’m a sucker for good friendships and fun group dynamics which this fic is filled with AND there’s  a prequel Last Call(7k)

Undertow(Kawffee)-@kawff33-Amanene-Complete(96k)--The amount of effort and research that must have gone into this fic astounds me. Like a mystery/romance with a small-town island setting, Nene doing Orca research? I learned so much. The writing is astounding, the concept is fantastic, it was so fun to read, and I’m amazed it exists as just a fanfic tbh

[pinknightsinmymind]

hi!! Your works are so sweet, I love them^^ I was wondering if you could write a ellie x reader, where both Ellie and reader need to share a bed but its awkward with them both yearning for each other unknowingly, until they finally confess and cuddle up with light touches, just so much fluff

【 let it snow - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.9k

content: mentions of alcohol, reader and ellie drunk stargazing, they go on patrol, chased by infected (briefly), caught in snowstorm, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs (no one does any just talked about), pining and yearning, sharing one bed, eventual confession, fluff, comforting ellie

a/n: FUCK THIS IS ONE OF THE OLDEST TROPES IN THE BOOK BUT ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVS .... so i got a lil carried away writing this lol but i digress

Everything was woozy and off-kilter as you talked to Ellie. The two of you were outside, drunk off your asses, staring at the stars while you laid on the snowy ground. You felt the whisper of cold air dancing against your skin as it made you yearn for warmth. It was such a beautiful night, and all of your sentimental feelings just kept bubbling up. Ellie was just as drunk as you, but that didn’t stop her from going on and on about space and the stars. The stars looked blurry to you, almost like someone had smeared paint against a dark canvas. You couldn't help but think of the countless paintings Ellie has in her room, the times she’s let you see her painting process. Such an artist.

“—and the universe just keeps expanding. It doesn’t stop,” you heard Ellie say in wonder. You turned your head to look at her, at the girl whose eyes looked too much like the stars you were both admiring.

“I love it when you talk about space,” you said to her.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled over to lay on your side and truly look at her. “I think you’re beautiful when you… when you talk about the things you love.” The alcohol in your system was making you feel warm and fuzzy. All you wanted to do was speak the truth, to tell Ellie all about the feelings you guarded within you.

“Are you messing with me?” Ellie asked, turning to face you as well.

“No, never,” you said to her. You got lost in her eyes the way you get sucked into a whirlpool. You leaned in without realizing, pecked her lips lightly, then pulled away. You could see the shock on Ellie’s face, but she said nothing. A moment of silence passed before she spoke.

“You need to go home and sober up,” she said. Even in your drunken state you could see the sadness on her features.

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The next morning you could feel the chill enter your room far before you woke up, burying yourself into your blankets further. You felt at peace in your deep slumber. It was definitely some of the best sleep you’d had in a while—until you heard a certain someone knocking on your door, and last night’s events came crashing down on you.

“[Y/N]? You there?” you heard Ellie call from outside. Shit. This was bad. Very bad. How were you going to face her after what you did? But with both of you as drunk as you were, did she even remember? You groaned as you burrowed yourself under your covers.

“Go away,” you responded groggily. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, and you didn’t want to wake up and go on patrol with her after last night. Oh, God, what were you going to do? You considered your options, and the only doable one would be to pretend that none of it ever happened.

“Come on. Is that any way to talk to your favorite patrol partner?” Ellie teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Especially when she wakes me up from good sleep,” you said curtly.

“Ouch,” she said from behind the door. “We’re running a little behind schedule. You need to get up.”

“No thanks.”

“You decent?” she asked.

“No, but I’ll let you get a good look.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that after last night’s events, but you needed to keep the facade up somehow. It was hard to act like everything was normal, but at least you were making it so far. This was the kind of humor you and Ellie had around each other, anyway.

“Aw, fuck off. You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Ellie said. “I’m coming in.” You heard the rustling of the doorknob, and you screamed internally. You had given her a spare key to your place a long time ago when she gave you one to hers. You and Ellie had been close friends ever since she first showed up in Jackson, thick as thieves, someone whom you had always put your trust in. You were still hidden underneath your covers when you heard the door open and close, followed by Ellie’s agile footsteps. You didn’t know how, but she had mastered walking so silently she was undetectable, but not to you. You recognized her footsteps like your own heartbeat. There was a dip in the mattress beside you, and soon you felt a hand gripping onto your blanket and ripping it off you.

“Ellie!” you shouted, the cold air hitting your face immediately. “You’re such an asshole.” You sat up in bed and glared at her. She was already dressed for patrol with her hair in a low bun and her backpack on. She dressed in layers today, which made sense given how snowy and cold it had been lately. “Since when are you ready so early?”

“Ever since I learned my patrol partner doesn’t like to get up early. Someone’s gotta protect us from Maria’s wrath.”

“You’re right.” You rose from the bed quickly, rubbing your hands together for warmth. If there was one thing you feared more than Infected, it was probably Maria when she was angry—or maybe now it was facing your best friend. Regardless, you’d rather not get scolded again for delaying patrol rotations.

“That was quick,” you heard Ellie remark once you were in your bathroom. “Thought you’d be too tired from partying last night.” Her words made you freeze in front of your sink. Did she remember? Even if she did, you needed to stay committed to acting as if you didn’t.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather not be on Maria’s bad side today.” You ran the water from the faucet as you freshened up for the morning. “Also, I’m not hungover, so I’m good,” you said lightly. You may not have been hungover, but you wish you were instead of feeling nauseatingly anxious. You drunkenly kissed your best friend, and now you needed to pretend none of it ever happened. Why couldn’t I have been drunk enough to forget? you thought to yourself. Once you were done, you grabbed some fresh clothes from your closet before heading back to the bathroom to change. All the while Ellie just sat on your bed patiently and made small conversation with you. Still no other mentions of last night. After you finished getting dressed you hurriedly prepared your backpack for the day with all the supplies you’d need.

“Ready?” Ellie asked. She rose from your bed and walked over to your desk where you were preparing your things.

“Yeah,” you answered, even though it took a moment for the words to leave your mouth. It was hard to stay composed when Ellie was so close to you. Although you felt awkward, you were doing your best not to let that show, and you hoped Ellie wasn’t suspicious of you. “Alright, let’s go.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited your home with Ellie, locking the door behind you. The two of you gathered your horses, weapons, and ammo before logging that the two of you were leaving for patrol. As you left Jackson, you could see more and more snow covering the ground and trees everywhere. The once lively branches that swayed in the wind were now still and bare in the midst of winter. You and Ellie stayed close together on your horses as you kept keen eyes and ears out for anything amiss. The most important part of patrol was to clear any Infected and gather whatever supplies you found. You also hoped that the time outside could clear your head.

Despite the fact the sun was out, it did nothing to help the cold. While wandering through the empty streets, you and Ellie managed to find an old drugstore of sorts. You gathered lots of supplies, such as painkillers, unopened gauze, and bandages among other things. You felt pretty good about the haul, and Ellie found a good amount of supplies too. You glanced at her from the other side of the store. She was looking at some of the trinkets they sold, toying with a keychain in her hand.

“What you got there?” you asked. She glanced at the keychain, then you, before tucking it away.

“Just some keychain I found.” You figured she’d show it to you later, so you didn’t question her further. She did seem a little more quiet than usual today. It was unlike her to not be chatting you up, and she had been stuck in her head since patrol started. You wanted to ask her if she was okay, but you weren’t sure how. What if she was upset because of you? What if she remembered the kiss and wanted nothing to do with you? Then again, if you pretended to know nothing, could anything really go wrong? You wanted to check up on her, because after being friends with Ellie for so long you knew her too well. You knew something was bothering her and plaguing her mind because she always does this—she gets quiet and pulls away. You can’t help but think back to when you first met and how something about her just drew you in. Maybe it was her bright eyes, or her spunky attitude, or the way she carried herself. She was so strong and she held such determination for whatever she did. You admired those things about her, and soon that admiration grew into something much more. Every time you looked at her you felt your heart give way. If it could, your heart would grow legs and give itself to Ellie without a second thought.

The question is, would she accept it?

That was the only thing you were unsure of, but you were sure of your love for Ellie. Everything about her soothed you and pulled you in while also managing to ignite a burning passion within you. Your love for her was strong, and you wondered if such a flame could ever exist within her. Yet, as you thought about your hopes of a love with Ellie, that fire was quickly extinguished. You couldn’t forget the look of shock on her face after you kissed her. It seemed she didn’t feel the same way about you, and maybe now you’d have to mourn a love that could never be. After some time wandering around quietly, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Hey, you okay? You’re a little quiet today.” You looked up at her from the shelf you were skimming to find her gathering old rags and bottles.

“Yeah, I’m… alright, I guess. Maybe a little hungover.”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little down,” you said. You didn’t want to push her too much, but you still wanted to be there for her. What if it really was your fault she was upset?

“How much do you remember from last night?” she asked. The question threw you off, the fear running through your veins making you feel colder than the weather outside. Oh, God, she remembers, you thought.

“I remember going to the party, dancing with you, Dina, and Jesse, our card game, going home… That’s about it,” you answer. Ellie nodded her head. “Why? Is there something I’m supposed to remember?”

“No, not really. Was just wondering if you’re as hungover as me.”

“Oh,” you say. “No, not really.” You heard her hum in agreement. “Well, what’s been going on with you lately?”

“Nothing much, just girl problems,” she said simply.

“I see.” Girl problems. Hearing her utter the phrase brought a dull ache to your chest, but you knew it was best to play along like you knew nothing. “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

“I’d rather not say. Doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere, anyway.” What does that even mean? you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You zipped up your bag after organizing the supplies you gathered. “It’s her loss, then.”

“Think so?” Ellie asked, glancing up at you from her bag. You nodded.

“I know so.” You slipped your backpack on, Ellie doing the same shortly after. “Anyways, let’s brighten your mood. Get your mind off things.”

“How?” she asked grumpily.

“Um, hello? It’s winter and there’s snow outside. We should enjoy the nature.”

“You’re one of those people Joel would call a hippie.”

“A what?” you asked. You had maybe heard the word once or twice before, but that was only from the much older people in Jackson. People your age never used the word, much less knew it. You and Ellie exited the door and found your horses still waiting for you both outside. It was then that you noticed it had begun snowing again.

“A hippie. They, like, love nature and the outdoors and do crazy drugs and dress weird.”

“Oh, that’s kinda cool,” you say. Even though she rolled her eyes at you, Ellie quickly started smiling as she watched you hoist yourself on your horse. “Would you have been a hippie with me?”

“Why? So I’d do crazy drugs with you?” She climbed onto her horse's back and waited for you to take off so she could ride alongside you.

“Yeah, why else?” you joked. You heard Ellie let loose a small laugh. Good. You hoped she was lightening up a bit.

“And we could travel cross country. Joel says they listened to rock music and traveled together in vans and shit. Isn’t that weird?”

“That sounds like lots of fun.” You let out a small sigh. “Man, we live in the most fucked up reality.”

“Tell me about it.”

“See? Isn’t this fun? It’s so beautiful out today,” you said to her. You watched as Ellie’s eyes scanned her surroundings: the falling snow, the stillness around her.

“Hippie.”

“Whatever. You like it.”

“I do,” she said softly. You both glanced at each other, something hanging in the air between you two. The way she looked at you—there was something in it—and you felt your heart seize and pound against your chest. “Thanks for making me feel better. Your pick-me-up’s always work.”

“Anytime,” you replied. You stared into her eyes, a sort of softness appearing that hadn’t been there before. It mixed with the cold and snow perfectly, and you wondered if this is how winter felt before the whole world fell apart. She made you feel like you could forget about all the chaos inside you. In this moment you felt all the anxiety and worry about the night before falling away. None of it mattered. Not when you were here with her and she was looking into your eyes like this.

However, as much as you longed for it, that tranquility and beauty didn’t last long. In the distance you could hear the dreaded sounds of chirping and clicking. You and Ellie’s expressions changed immediately as you both drew your guns. You took the safety off yours and cocked it, scanning your surroundings. You saw nothing when you surveyed the area around you, until you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. The Stalker let out a large scream as it ran towards you from the left. You didn’t have time to think. You just pulled the trigger and watched as blood spilled from its fungal plates. The Stalker screeched loudly, but it had yet to fall. You shot it once more, and only then did it collapse.

The relief you felt was short lived because soon after you heard screaming and more clicking. Fuck, there’s more, you realized. As you squint your eyes, you could see at least half a dozen Infected running through the cloud of snow.

“Fuck, fuck, Ellie, we need to go!” You and Ellie fired off a few shots at the Infected before whipping the reins of your horses and taking off. The screams only grew louder as they chased after the two of you. The snow was starting to get heavier, and you cursed internally. You couldn’t believe your luck at being chased by Infected during a snowstorm. Neither you nor Ellie knew where to go, but you were hoping to keep going until you found some place to stay. You kept your horse in close range of Ellie’s, turning when she did and snaking past buildings and left behind debris. Eventually the sound of Infected was far behind you both, and you found an old abandoned house with the front door and windows boarded up. The snow was quite heavy by the time the two of you dismounted your horses and checked the area for any Infected. Once you both deemed the area clear, Ellie boosted you through an open window on the side of the house to open up the garage. The two of you would just have to standby and wait for the storm to die down.

+ + +

It had already been hours and the storm had yet to calm. The wind howled loudly, and you could almost hear the cold outside. You and Ellie surveyed every part of the house after you found it. There were no Infected, and it was clear no one had lived here for a long time, but whoever once did took good care of it. It was a small, one-story building with only one bedroom, an old home office, a bathroom, and a kitchen that was connected to the living den. Nothing fancy, but could you really be so choosy in such a world? The couch in the living room was all torn up with stains of who knows what all over the cushions. There were no family portraits, no decorations, nothing. It made you wonder who lived here before, what their life was like.

You and Ellie talked about nonsense back and forth while you sat together on the living room floor. There was a slight chill that still entered the home, but since you and Ellie were still layered up it wasn’t too bad. You may have felt extremely awkward and anxious earlier in the day, but Ellie was always able to put you at ease. As you and Ellie’s conversation continued, so did the howling of the wind outside. It seemed to get louder and louder with no end in sight.

“Shit. The storm doesn’t sound like it’s died down at all,” Ellie commented.

“Should we look out the window to check?” you asked.

“Yeah, let’s head to the garage real quick.” You and Ellie walked to the garage door and opened it up, the bone-penetrating cold immediately hitting you. You were glad you got blankets to cover the horses earlier to keep them warm for the time being. You reached the area beneath the window, waiting for Ellie to give you a boost. Once she did and you saw outside the window you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you said. “It’s still fucking snowing and the sun’s set already.”

“No way,” Ellie said. “Are we snowed in?”

“Pretty much.” You hopped off Ellie’s cupped hands, watching as she straightened her back and thought quietly for a moment.

“Looks like we’ll have to stay here tonight. It’s too dangerous to travel back at night,” Ellie advised.

“You’re right. Do you think they’ve sent anyone after us yet?”

“Knowing Maria, probably.” Ellie paced around for a little bit, then stopped to pet Shimmer’s hair. “We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do to pass the time.”

“How about you feed them and I find extra blankets for us?” you suggested. Ellie nodded, reaching for her backpack she left on the garage’s workbench in the corner. You gathered at least four different blankets and dragged them to the living den for you and Ellie to just pass the time. Knowing her, she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet—seeing as she was a huge night owl—and neither were you. A few minutes passed until she rejoined you, plopping down on the floor next to you.

“They’re all fed,” she announced. “If it gets any colder, should we let them stay in here while we sleep?”

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.”

“Okay. We’ll take care of that later.” Ellie grabbed one of the blankets nearest to her and wrapped herself in it before laying down and resting her head on your lap. “Any interesting things to share?” she asked. She looked so pretty from that angle, looking up at you through her eyelashes like that. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, over and over again, and you’d do it right this time.

“Well,” you said coyly. “You’ll never believe what Jesse told me last night.”

“What?” she asked, suddenly intrigued.

“The hot gossip is that he and Dina are dating.”

“No way!” She sat up suddenly, and a part of you wished you could ask her to lay back down again. If she’d let you, you would play with her hair. “How? Since when?”

“No idea. Maybe he has some secret, suave tips with the ladies we don’t know about. Should I ask him for advice?” you joked.

“Hell no,” Ellie said quickly. “I don’t know what’s worse: asking Jesse for dating advice or watching your friends date.” The two of you laughed together at that.

“I mean, Jesse’s a cute guy. I can’t exactly blame Dina.”

“Ew, [Y/N],” she said.

“What? I’m just being honest. I have eyes, don’t I?”

“Gross. I literally can’t see Jesse that way.”

“My apologies,” you said. You loved the smile that lit up Ellie’s face. You wish you could make her smile everyday. There’s a lot of things you wish for when it comes to her, like her love. “I noticed there’s only one bed. Are you okay with sharing tonight?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she responded.

“Fair enough.” You picked at the threads of your blanket. “Can I ask you something?” The question had been troubling you since this morning. You needed to know if she remembered—if she wanted you to remember—and you’d give her this last chance to come clean.

“Sure,” she said.

“Is there something from last night I forgot?”

“No, there wasn’t,” she said quickly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“Oh, okay,” you said back. She seemed to remember the kiss, but maybe she just didn’t want you to remember. Maybe it’s because she didn’t want you and only whatever girl she was talking about this morning. She had Ellie’s heart, not you. You decided to take this as the answer you always wanted, only it was a no. It was painful, but if you could keep her friendship by pretending you knew nothing, then that’s what you’d do. You’d rather be Ellie’s friend than not have her at all.

“Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything stupid. I just asked to check on you.”

“Thanks, Els,” you said. You gave her your best smile, but on the inside you felt anything but happy. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Ellie didn’t dispute you. She just stayed silent as you grabbed your two blankets and headed to the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and pulled off your outdoor clothes until you were in your long sleeve and underwear since you’d rather not sleep in jeans. You flopped into the bed you fixed up earlier, pulling the blankets over your body. You had to replace the old blanket with another you had found, and although there were no pillows you’d make do. You laid in bed for a long time—you’re not sure how long—until you heard the door open slowly. You could hear Ellie’s footsteps and the sound of her blankets dragging on the floor. You didn’t move, instead continuing to stare at the ceiling without another word. You felt Ellie stack her two blankets on top of yours then slide into bed next to you. She was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, just like she always did.

“You awake?” she asked. You let out a small hum. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Me too.” You felt Ellie shift in the bed, linking her hands together underneath her head. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm.”

“Good. I can’t have you getting frostbite on me.”

“You also can’t have an icicle sleeping next to you,” you joked.

“Definitely not.” Feeling her so close to you tonight was painful. God, she was the only thing you ever wanted.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she asked, craning her neck to look at you. She could still make your shape out in the dark, even if she couldn’t exactly see your features.

“I didn’t forget,” you breathed out. You were so scared to admit the truth, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You didn’t want to lose her, but never taking the chance to be honest was more painful. This was your last chance to come clean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said immediately. She pulled you into a hug, and you didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse. “You were just drunk, okay? I know you meant nothing by it.”

“But that’s not true,” you explained. Your head rested against her chest, and you could hear her steady heartbeat. “It meant everything to me.”

“[Y/N], you better not be playing with me,” she whispered. You felt her arms loosen around you, almost as if she was preparing to pull away.

“I’d never do that to you.”

“Don’t lie to make me feel better,” she warned. She pulled away from you entirely, and you could already feel her warmth leaving you. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the edge. Her back was to you now, and you couldn’t imagine anything more painful than that.

“Why would I lie about this?” you asked.

“Because why would you kiss me? You could have anyone in Jackson, so why me? You just got a little drunk and kissed me because I was right there, not because I’m actually the person you want. To you it meant nothing.”

“You’re everything to me, Ellie. You’re my everything, and you have no idea.” You sat up in bed now, the blankets sliding off your body as you did.

“If that’s true, why’d you act like you didn’t remember?” she asked.

“Because I remember the face you made when I did it. I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same after all, so I’d rather pretend to forget so I don’t have to lose you.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her voice was lower than usual, almost like she wanted to whisper. “I thought you just did it because you were drunk. I was shocked because I never expected you to, and if you really forgot I wasn’t going to embarrass you and make you remember.”

“So what are you saying, Ellie?” you asked.

“That you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” she said earnestly. She finally turned her head to look in your direction.

“And I’ve always wanted you. Always.” She reached out to you again and pulled you closer to her until you were laying on her body. Her arms snaked around you, her hands rubbing your sides and your back. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and you could feel her breath against your skin. You’ve had sleepovers with her before, slept next to her countless of times, but never like this. This was new, and it was exciting.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, finally breaking the silence.

“Go ahead.”

“Let me kiss you again, and let me do it right,” you requested.

It took Ellie a moment, but you felt her cup your cheek with her hand, rubbing a thumb across your skin. She was so gentle, so kind. Everyday you only fell for her more and more. You heard the cloth of her shirt rub against the blankets as she leaned in, her head tilting as her lips slowly made contact with yours. You knew it technically wasn’t your first kiss with her, but it sure felt like it. She kissed you softly and slowly, like she had all the time in the world, because in a way she did. It was as if time had frozen with the snowstorm, and she’d have you all to herself for the rest of the time spent in this house. You had dreamed about kissing her so many times, but none of it compared to the way her lips actually felt against yours. You felt her other hand come up to grab your face, but nothing about her movements were harsh—they never were. God, if there was one word to describe Eillie it would be “gentle.” Her hands were so warm against your skin, and you never wanted any of it to end.

Begrudgingly, Ellie pulled away, but she still held your face in her hands. She wished it wasn’t so dark so she could admire you like she always had, but she’d still treasure and cherish this moment with you.

“I’ve always loved you,” she said.

“I’ve always loved you, too,” you replied. You felt like someone had placed heaven in the palm of your hands, because that’s what being at Ellie Williams’ side felt like. “It seems like both of us have been pining for each other this whole time,” you observed.

“It sure does,” she replied. “It’s kind of gay.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m kicking you out of this room,” you said, but you couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips.

“I’m sorry, I take it back,” she said, but not before pulling you into another kiss.