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[bumblingbabooshka]

T’Pring Memes 

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ SAY ‘AHH’ featuring wriothesley.

tags : orgasm delay/denial, public sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, edging, slight exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, public groping, slight praise kink // wc. 0.7k

author’s note : i really like this one, esp since im actually saving for wrio (HOYO LET HIM OUT OF THE DUNGEON PLEAAAAASE) i need him bad and my ovaries scream in joy whenever he appears on screen :3 also there's this one voiceline he says in the archon quest that actually has me arching? joe zieja the man you are :(( anyways notes n reblogs are always welcome here, please don't spam (esp w/o a follow), and that's all the admin stuff done, enjoy your read!

this work is NSFW minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

everyone wants to get close to WRIOTHESLEY. he’s the most feared fighter in the fortress of meropide, having won countless pankration matches and being voted most likely to head the fortress more times than even he himself could count. 

everyone’s fear and admiration of this man is partially why you think you can feel a million and one pairs of eyes on you as you sit on his lap in the coupon cafeteria, his throbbing cock nestled deep in the confines of your dripping cunt. “baby…”

“keep it down, angel,” he grumbles, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth before offering you a bite of your own meal. “people are gonna get suspicious.”

as if the scene wasn’t suspicious enough anyways! everyone knows of your relationship with wriothesley (it’s a hot topic in the women’s dorms, the fact that you share a room with him), so it isn’t completely irregular to see you sitting in his lap in the cafeteria. 

what is completely irregular and may raise suspicion is the fact that as you sit on his lap, wriothesley’s length is slowly but discreetly pumping into your stretched out cunt, it’s engorged tip nudging against your g-spot with every movement. it’s intoxicating, but he told you that you can’t make a single noise, and just sit pretty until he’s finished eating. 

he also told you that you can’t cum either, and that if you do, he’ll have no problem fucking you out in the open for everyone else to see how much of a slut his girl is. 

“hnnn, wrio…” muffled moans are directed into the crook of his neck and you bite down gently on his skin. it’s not helping that every time you make a noise a little too loud for his liking, he moves his hips upwards that little bit more, pressing his tip harder onto your g-spot. as a result, you can’t hold yourself back, leading to a cruel cycle of wriothesley’s brutal edging and your pitiful compliance. 

“almost done, baby, see?” he points to the nearly empty metal container before lifting a forkful of food to your mouth. “open up now, doll. say ahhh.”

“ahh–ah!” his hips thrust upwards and your eyes roll lewdly into the back of your head as your tongue lolls out onto your bottom lip. a couple of heads turn but you manage to cover it up by burying your head into his chest. 

wriothesley has to restrain himself from bursting out with laughter. you’re trying so hard to be good for him that it’s becoming a struggle, and watching you try to stop yourself from giving in and fucking yourself on him like he knows you want to is providing him with ample entertainment. you’re such a good girl, sitting pretty and letting him spoonfeed you your pleasure by edging you in broad daylight. 

“what’d i say about being quiet, doll?” his voice is a low whisper in your ear, one hand slipping under your skirt and squeezing your ass harshly. “ ‘s almost like you want to get caught.” he starts to speed up his slow grinding, hands sliding up to your waist as he starts to move you back and forth. 

“god, you want it bad, huh?” he feels your teeth brush his neck. “my girl can’t even wait ‘til we got back to the dorms, shit.” you try to gyrate your hips discreetly, your pussy aching to feel him against your sweet spot again. “let up a lil’ bit, sweetheart, you’re squeezin’ too tight.”

“can’t,” you whimper, nails digging into his biceps. “ ‘s too big.”

“remember what i told you? no cummin’ until i’m done.” he shoves another forkful of his food into his mouth. “and if you don’t mind yourself, i won’t let you cum at all.”

“no, nooo..” your voice fades into a pitiful whine as you stop moving, desperate to please your boyfriend. “wanna be good for you, wrio, wanna be your good girl…”

“i know, baby, i know, but you’re gonna have to wait.” he gestures to the rest of the cafeteria, and the open space surrounding it. “can’t let them see how pretty you look when you cum. that’s f’me only.”

he tugs your hair gently, pulling your heated face out of his neck before tapping your bottom lip with a forkful of food. “open up, honey. we’re almost done.”

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[jarofstyles]

Pleaaaaase do a little size kink blurb where he teases her about not being able to take it all miss jars

Ok because you asked so nicely 😚

Warnings- size kink, slight degrading, soft dom h, pet names, teasing etch

Patreon

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“I dunno, pet.” His hand stroked over her side as she laid spread out for him, resting his cock over her tummy. “It’s a bit too big for you, don’t you think?” Rocking against her, she whimpered as her eyes went down to see the ruddy head of his cock leaking slightly over her skin, hard and obviously aching.

“I can take it- I can do it, I promise.” Her pleads were slightly pathetic but he knew what he was doing. Harry knew what it did to her when he spoke to her like this.

Harry was big, one of the biggest and thickest she had ever taken. It did take her a bit to adjust but she could do it. He caught on relatively quickly though, just how much she loved it when he teased her about it. Taunted her, made her squirm. He was so sweet in his words but the sparkle of slight evil behind his eyes let on that he enjoyed making her whine and whimper for it, wanting to make her beg.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He clicked his tongue, fisting his cock as he dragged it back down and tapped the tip against her clit. Hips jolted as she let out a keen, hands fisting the sheets as she watched his intent eyes look at their joining. She was drippy and wet, embarrassingly so as she felt it down to her ass, but Harry had been teasing her for a while now. “Such a tiny cunt. As much as I’d love t’stretch your holes out, I love you a bit too much… I don’t want my girl hurting.”

“It hurts now, I’m empty!” Stomping her foot on the mattress, the needy girl felt herself huff, eyes tearing up as she felt frustration boil over. “I need it, I need it inside of me now. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll feel good.”

He cooed, bless him, smearing his cock through her folds as she threw her little tantrum. Getting her to this point was always fun in his eyes. “Y’need it that bad, sweet thing? Poor little angel baby is crying for cock.” His lips pursed in a pout, his free hand wiping away a tear. “Proper tantrum because your cock hungry little hole feels empty. Should’ve known, though. You like it when it hurts.”

“I do, I just need it. Please, give me it. I’ve been good, haven’t it? I’ve been so good and you’re being so mean.” Her babbled cries made him grin, letting her buck her hips up and rub herself against him, smearing her arousal all over his cock. Getting her brainless like this was his favorite thing to do.

“Okay, darling. Okay. I know you’re greedy. Cunt’s gone all sloppy and wet. Nasty little thing y’are.” He crooned, notching the tip over her entrance. “Let’s try just the tip first. I’ll give you a taste, and if you’re good and your hole can take it, maybe I’ll give you a few inches.” His hips slowly pressed in, letting the bulbous tip breach her. Popping in and making her breathing quicken, more tears falling down her cheeks. Sure, it hurt a little. It usually would with him- but it was what she needed.

“Thank you, thank you, I need it.” She rambled, hand lifting to his arm and nails digging into the skin as her stomach jumped with each breath.

“I know you do. My sweet little angel of a girl, I always forget how greedy you are for my prick until it’s in you.” Soothing strokes were given to her cheeks, the guise that he didn’t love making her a wreck playing well on his face. “Let it stretch you for a little bit, pet. Sit pretty and let yourself drip all over it before I ruin you even more.”

[iwritefandomimagines]

NOTES — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: after months of mutual pining, jess arrives at luke’s having read your favourite novel. oh, and he has some notes.

warnings: swearing, jokey sexual reference, other than that just tooth rotting fluff vibes

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i loved it sm i had to immediately start writing!!! i hope it does jess justice — i love writing him so much. i may go back and edit some bits im not 100% happy with — but i hope you enjoy!!!

pleaaaaase let me know what you think — i love love love reading you guys’ feedback <3

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“I finished it.”

If you were anyone else, you’d have jumped out of your skin at the sudden, and rather loud, appearance of someone beside you.

But this was you, and it was Jess, so you were more than used to your ‘peaceful’ study sessions at Luke’s being interrupted by his ever-present smirk, his flirting and his endless supply of smartarse comments.

Not that you could complain.

You’d grown used to his omnipresence over a year ago. And it had been months now since you’d realised that you no longer just tolerated his company — you enjoyed it a ridiculous amount and instead longed for it when he wasn’t around.

You eyed him quizzically, noting how proud of himself he looked for reading your favourite book, but also noticing an unusual lack of self-assurance glimmering through his expression.

“I would ask if you mean this trig stuff for Mr Elton,” you gestured down to the homework you’d been painfully poring over for the past hour, “But I know you too well to expect you to actually do your homework, so what are you talking about?”

He didn’t mention that the real reason he never studied in your trig study sessions was because he was more often than not too busy staring at you and coming up with things to say to make you laugh.

Jess raised his eyebrows, but then shook his head and cleared his throat to do a godawful impression of you, “Oh Jess, I can’t believe you’ve never read it. My favourite novel in the whole world and you’ve never read it!”

You scoffed, “If that was supposed to be me, get out of here.”

“Please, like you really want to get rid of me,” he teased, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you, “Then you’d be miserable and heartbroken and, even worse, have to actually finish your trig homework. Besides, I enjoyed it.”

Your eyes brightened up at this, and you could tell he noticed, “Don’t look so surprised, Y/N. Your taste isn’t that bad… I mean, you hang out with me don’t you?”

“For some reason, yes,” you pretended to grumble, feigning ignorance of the butterflies in your stomach at his usual smug smile, “But you really liked it?”

He sat down in the seat opposite you now, pulling the book from his bag and slamming it down in front of you, “Well, I have notes of course.”

You rolled your eyes, at which he couldn’t help but laugh, “Hey, it wasn’t terrible. I did say I enjoyed it… Some of the notes are nice.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“You wound me,” Jess feigned a pout, “Romance isn’t usually my genre and you know that.”

“Of course. Hemingway fanboy is too cool for my sappy romantic books, huh,” you joked, heart still racing wildly at the notion he’d even started reading it, let alone finished it.

“Pfft. Austen fangirl should be less rude and give more Hemingway a try, I say,” he quipped back, tongue in cheek.

“Hey, I like Hemingway,” you shook your head, “I just don’t go to bed and jerk off over how great I think he is like you so obviously do.”

He shook his head and pulled a face that faked shock, “And how much time in the day, on average, would you say you spend thinking about what I jerk off over, huh?”

“You are such an ass,” you tutted, swatting his arm, “Approximately none, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Anyway, if you’re done being gross, let’s get back to the important thing here. You read my book,” You reached to pull the book towards you, only for him to snatch it back and rest his elbows on it.

You furrowed your brows at him, “What’ve you got to hide in there?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip between his teeth now as though he was thinking hard about something.

“C’mon, Mariano,” you leaned forward, “I assumed that since you brought the book with you, I’d get to see at least some of your notes.”

His fingers were picking at the edges of the book’s cloth sleeve, his toes drumming on the floor anxiously like they’d recently begun to do more often when he was around you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, “Look. I’m going to give you this, and then I’m gonna leave the diner, alright? And then, and only then, you can open this book up, and you can read what’s in there. And if you never see me again it’s ’cause I’ve died of embarrassment or something. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes, chin on your palm.

He slid the book in your direction now as you watched him swallow thickly and cocked your head to the side like a curious puppy, “Ever so cryptic, aren’t you?”

“You’ll figure it out, Miss Marple.”

With that, he rose to his feet and darted out of the diner before you could even say another word.

You briefly made eye contact with Luke behind the counter, who watched you carefully for a moment before looking down at the book now carefully clutched between your fingers.

You wasted no time then, pulling open the book and desperately skimming for whatever the hell he was talking about.

You weren’t sure what on earth you expected to find when you flicked through its pages, but it most certainly wasn’t a plethora of sticky tabs with scrawled notes on about how the protagonist reminded him of you.

You expected even less, then, to find a note in Jess’ handwriting at the very back of the book declaring that he realised halfway through — when the two love interests whose relationship bore a crazy resemblance to your own, realised that they were in fact in love — that he’d been stupid to deny that he even liked you, let alone that he’d quite obviously fallen stupidly in love with you.

Shock coursed through you, your heart racing at the uncharacteristically romantic and yet somehow still so incredibly Jess gesture.

You stood up, almost knocking over your chair as you placed the book under your arm and turned to leave, “I’ll be back—uh, soon.”

Luke nodded, “Go get him kiddo.”

You smiled, butterflies whirling in your stomach as you left the diner almost as quickly as Jess had just minutes ago.

You knew exactly where you’d find him — perched on the bridge swinging his feet and letting his mind convince him you wouldn’t in a million years feel the same.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps approaching, you saw him clench his eyes shut as if in hope that he was imagining you and that you’d soon disappear.

“You can’t confess your love for me and then run away, Jess,” you bit your lip as you teased him softly, “It’s not fair not to give me a chance to say it back properly. You do get bonus points for how much of a romance novel cliché that move is, though.”

He sighed, a deep heavy sigh of relief, and it was as though suddenly he reverted to his usual self, “Technically the book confessed my love for you, actually. And the window for reciprocating hasn’t quite closed yet. I’m all ears, pretty girl.”

You loved this.

You loved how easy things always were for you with Jess.

Everything that went unspoken still never went unsaid — sure, you’d been flirtatious friends for a while now, uncertain of quite how seriously he reciprocated your feelings, but deep down you always sort of knew.

You loved that ever since he’d come to Stars Hollow, he’d shown that he cared in his own silly little ways.

And he loved you.

And you loved him.

You sat down at his side, still clutching the book tightly as he finally looked across at you with a small smile.

“You’re such a romantic, huh? I didn’t know you had it in you,” you nudged his side teasingly, “But I— Jess I do love you, and I’ve probably loved you for a long time even though I didn’t want to let myself admit it.”

“Wow, okay Mr Darcy… Wait ‘til Luke hears that the real reason you’ve only just told me that is because you think he’s embarrassing,” he mocked, but you felt him shuffle closer, “I’ve definitely loved you for longer than I thought I had too, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Much better, Miss Bennet,” you laughed, linking your arms and leaning against his shoulder as he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

You felt Jess’ chest rise and fall as you closed your eyes and let the sound of the stream beneath you wash over you.

“So, like, I don’t know the protocol with the whole ‘best friends to lovers’ trope like you do, so you’re gonna have to help me out here,” Jess chuckled.

You sat back up to look at him whilst still keeping hold of his arm, “Hmm, I think what’s meant to happen next is you kiss me and ask to take me on a real date. Pretty sure that’s right.”

“Right, everyone’s favourite cliche moment,” Jess rolled his eyes jokingly but cupped your face with his palms, “God, what have you done to me?”

“You looove me,” your response was muffled as he pressed his lips to yours to shut you up, at first gently and then with a touch more urgency.

When you pulled away, he let go of your face and smiled softly, “So about that date?”

“You got it, Mariano,” you grinned, kissing him quickly once more as you paused, “But you’re going to have a tough time doing anything as romantic as annotating my favourite book and writing me a love note, you know.”

He scoffed, “Oh I’ve got plenty more where that came from, Y/N.”

“Is that a threat?” you giggled, leaning back into his side.

“Just you wait and see.”

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ok so i kinda lost my way with this a bit eventually and i’m sorry it’s quite short but i had sooooo much fun writing it. i love jess so fucking much and i’m so grateful for all the jess requests i get — trying v hard to work through them asap because it’s so fun.

thanks for reading! here’s my masterlist for more <3

[zushikiss]

Omg more skater BF scara I'm in love pleaaaaase I'm a desperate Lil lad

have this drabble since im feeling nice 🤭🤭

summary ; skater!scaramouche decides to try to teach you a little trick however it ends in you falling over and getting a wound, then a soft scara you rarely see appears

warnings ; mentions of wounds, nothing too descriptive, scara gets a lil touchy 🫣

pairings ; skater bf!scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; this is inspired by this drabble! i wrote this at like 1 am so uh not proofread, I DON'T SKATE PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND I'M USING STUFF I HEARD FROM MY BF SO PLS SPARE ME 😭

Scaramouche sighs for the nth time as you fail the trick again, though he's not actually annoyed and is in fact enjoying your annoyed pout and the way you fall closer to him when you fail, his hands are on your waist to keep you steady as you attempt an ollie once more.

"Scara this is not working, i'm just not meant for skateboarding!"

"Let's take a break then, you must be tired from failing."

You know he's just playfully insulting you like always, however it doesn't fail to irk you, as he goes to his car to fetch his hoodie since you failed to remember to bring you own one (again), you attempt the trick on your own, maybe it was the way scaramouche's hands were gentle yet firm on your waist, or the way his face is absurdly close to yours while he assists you with the trick.

Whatever it is, you're convinced you can't do the trick because he's distracting you, i mean it's not your fault, you just can't help but let your eyes wander to his lips!

As you attempt to do an ollie, your ankle twists and you fall, you make a pretty loud sound considering it was late at night and no one else was at the skatepark, the parking area was pretty close so it wasn't a surprise when you see scaramouche jogging over to you.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine, just you know! Fell again.."

"Idiot, I told you to be careful."

You only pout knowing he did tell you to not try the trick by yourself, he sighs as he pulls out a familiar white tin container out of his pocket, it was one you gifted him a few months ago, the container itself being made of metal and the front littered with stickers, inside were the pink hello kitty bandaids you got him.

You didn't actually think he'd use them, it was more or less a joke since your boyfriend mostly wore darker clothes.

He takes out a bandaid and puts it over the small wound on your knee, he blows over your palm, rubbing it lightly to try and soothe the redness, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and you can't help but stare, the way his eyes are planted onto your palms as he massages them, he seems adorable in this focused state.

"Thank you, Scaramouche."

"..No problem, just don't be stupid again and wait for me next time."

[mins-fins]

[06:10 am.]

"just one kiss? pleaaaaase?"

your boyfriend is whiny, a whiny little baby whose puckering his lips, stepping on his tippy toes and leaning closer to you, trying to capture your lips just once. he pouts, doe eyes full display. "y/n! at least before the stage!"

"you're gonna smudge your lipstick" you remark, and the defeated male gasps. "then mark is gonna ask what happened and we'll be caught in an instant".

"but your my boyfriend! you're not supposed to deny me anything!" the vocalist whines, his tongue peaking out of his mouth to lick his lower lip. he just wants a kiss, is that so much to ask for? yeah you go on stage in a few minutes, and if mark finds out he'll totally yell at the two of you, but he just wants a kiss from you, his lovely lovely boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that.

"i can when it comes to this" you reply, clearly upsetting your boyfriend, who lets out a small 'hmph' and crosses his arms, turning away from you. you find yourself humored by the expression on your face, but you contain your laugh, not wanting to spur him into another stubborn silent treatment session.

you slowly sneak up behind him, giggling as you grab both of his hands and turn him around, pulling him closer to you with your hands intertwined. "did i upset you? i'm sorry" you tilt your head, giving your best pout as you swing your laced hands back and forth. "what can i do to make it up to you?"

he hums, pretending to think about it as his eyes look you up and down. "you can give me a kiss?" he asks again, toning down his voice as he leaned closer once again, biting his bottom lip as he stares at yours. "please?"

he cutely bats his eyelashes, trying to convince you more that way. he guesses it worked, because you then glance down at his lips, seeming keen on finally letting him get that kiss. he waits impatiently, watching every little action you make like he was being timed or something.

he wants to open his mouth and beg for a kiss, but then you lean forward, surprising him as you press a kiss to his lips. he quickly relaxes into the moment, squeezing your hands as he does.

you slowly move your hand up to hold his face, immediately taking most of the control. (he secretly likes that). his breath hitches as you press closer to him, but he can't get enough of you, he doesn't want this..moment to end.

but it ends much quicker than it begins, because you pull away suddenly, lightly startling him. you chuckle as you watch him catch his breath, his whole teasing demeanor washing away in a matter of seconds. "god y/n i—"

"your lipsticks smudged" you immediately cut in, thumb lightly tugging his bottom lip as you say those words. his red face and widened eyes tell you all you need to know, you messed him up without even having to try. "make sure you fix that before the others suspect something".

you drop his hands, leaving it at that as you turn around and walk away. at the words, your boyfriend quickly moves to fix his lipstick and hair, hopefully not making himself look worse in the process.

[hotmessmaxpress]

in your a/b/o au how would marc's first heat after they got back together would happen? also and especially compared to all the heats he had to spent alone suffering?

also can we have a little something about how and when vale bit marc pretty pleaaaaase 🙏🏻

okay this isn't his actual heat but it's been sitting in my drafts and I think it needs to see the light of day

Marc knows that now that he and Vale are fully mated, he'll be spending heats with Vale. That's part of the point of being mated. Still, when he knows it's coming up he's too nervous to tell Vale. He's still too conditioned to expect rejection from the older man. His instinct to tell his mate is at war with his heart trying to protect him from pain.

Vale isn't stupid, though. He puts so much effort into learning all of Marc's smells and feelings and behaviors that he can tell immediately when Marc is off.

So Marc is trying to come up with a plan for how to handle it-- how to explain to Vale that he doesn't even know what to do with himself because he is so conditioned to dread heats. He's so used to suffering through them and being miserable and yearning during them. He can't even picture what it's going to be like.

Then it's imminent, and Vale can tell that they've got to be less than twelve hours away from it hitting and Marc still hasn't acknowledged it. So he just asks.

"What do you need for your heat? Bez always wants specific snacks and pillows and I want to make sure we have them," Vale asks with an eye roll, poking fun at Bez.

Marc is frozen in place, somehow surprised that his mate managed to figure out his very obvious symptoms of an oncoming heat.

Marc bursts into tears.

He's hormonal and tired and worried and something about hearing Vale's concern just throws him completely off.

Vale takes him into his arms immediately, terrified that he's somehow misread the situation and that he's hurt Marc again. So he pulls Marc close, thankful that the smaller man lets him do that despite whatever misstep just occurred.

And Marc tucks his face into Vale's neck, so soothed by the smell of his mate that he's able to calm down.

"I don't know," he says quietly, not letting go, even when that sentence makes Vale tense up. "I don't know what I like or need. I normally just-- I normally just lay there and wait for it to be over."

Marc feels guilty for the stress he can smell on Vale, who is frozen and speechless.

"You don't-- Marc you don't ever have someone help you?"

Marc shakes his head.

"I didn't want anyone or anything but you."

Not for the first time, Vale doesn't even know how to make up for that level of pain and hurt. It feels like a physical blow to the chest, knowing how deeply he failed as an alpha. He takes Marc into their bedroom, and guides Marc toward the bed. He's a little surprised when Marc takes a step away from him and starts throwing a nest together, but he waits patiently to be invited into bed.

When Marc allows him he wastes no time climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms again. They both are able to relax then, now that they're safe and warm in the nest.

"Tell me what they've been like," Vale insists gently.

Marc tangles his fingers in Vale's shirt, avoiding his eyes as he explains.

"When I went into heat it was just... I didn't want anyone other than you. I couldn't. I couldn't enjoy it and I didn't want to. I just wanted you. I locked myself in a room and waited it out."

Vale can't imagine how painful that would have been, and he also can't imagine that was good for Marc physically. He admittedly doesn't know much about omega biology, but he knows enough to know it would have been terrible. He runs a hand up Marc's arm and shoulder to where his healed bite mark sits, and he thinks about the pain there. He imagines it must have been agony; the pain from the infected bite and the pain of suffering through a heat completely alone.

There's a lump in his throat and he kisses Marc's forehead, feeling the heat underneath his skin.

"I'm never leaving you alone again," Vale says, vehemently.

"I know," Marc says sweetly. He tilts his head up, seeking a kiss, and Vale obliges. It's chaste and quick, but it feels loaded with significance. A promise of more, in the future.

[cherry-cilly]

🥃stay,mr shelby 🥃🔞

(Angst, very soft vanilla nsfw) 18+

Again,my first serious attempt at fanfictions so don't bully me pleaaaaase

I worked for tommy shelby so of course it wasn't a surprise when my boss knocked on my door at 10pm at night. Pulling the silk blue robe over my body, i went to the door,to see the tall frame and the cold blue eyes of my boss staring back at me.

"Mr shelby this is most unusual " i say with a sly smirk, he was not only my boss but also a secret office affair,just like in the movies,behind closed doors and whispers from the room near us.

"I didn't come here for that tonight , someone attacked my brother at the factory " he says in his usual cold demeanor "I am on work buisness" ,i tilt my head in confusion. "Alright come in..um is Arthur OK?" ,"yes Arthur is fine..I am trying to figure out how it happened, someone let the Italians in to the factory ", i take out a pot of boiling water and turning to look at him,his big dark coat and cold demeanor was such a sharp contrast to the lace on my chair and table cloth. "What does it have to do with me?", "well ,someone left the office where the key was ,open, and I drink whiskey you should know this by now" he rubs a cigarette between his lips. "So?" , he raises and eyebrow at my question, "are you accusing me of something, Thomas?" I felt my heart sinking, does he seriously think i would betray him like that, it was offensive and it was a serious serious accusation that could mean death in the gangster world, i put the kettle down and cross my arms, "what exactly are you insinuating, thomas".

"I'm not insinuating anything sweetheart, I simply am asking " his voice was cold and gruff,the tension in the room was insanely tense. "You must think me an idiot to betray the peaky blinders, to betray you. Do I look stupid to you?", "I don't think you are-" "why do you treat me like I am then ?" My blood pressure was rising and it didn't calm at his cold and distant demeanor, "maybe I left it open when you fucked me over the desk the other day" i brust out. He sighed in annoyance " my brother could have died you understand that!" He says ,the very first real emotion coming through his voice "my brother! The only one I have left after john, after grace after-" he almost tears up as he looks away, raiding his voice slightly.

"I know tom,I know" my chest tightened at his outburst ,I felt my heart breaking, I sigh and close my eyes ,coming closer to him by his chair "tommy " I say softly ,putting a gentle hand on his sharp cheek slowly tracing the small scar in his cheekbone "but Arthur isn't the only one you have" I say nervously,I could never understand if he loved me or if it was just a quick fuck on a work day afternoon.

"I can't.. we can't.. not now" he says, the vulnerability in his voice is evident, "tom you know I'll never betray you,you have to know that " I put my forehead to his head ,almost pleading him to believe me,I was shaking in slight anxiety "I swear I-" ,he turned his head to mine "I know ,I know love ,I am just tired"

I stand up to my liquor cabinet, taking out a bottle of whiskey I kept for special occasions when he would come by ,pouring him a glass of the brown golden liquid,before he could reach his hand to grab the glass I climb to his lap, wrapping my slender fingers around his neck and shoulders "stay the night tom, there are no Italians here" ,I kiss his cheek, "no death" I kiss his other cheek, "no france" I kiss his lips softly, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes overwhelming my senses, the soft light of the candles around us making the atmosphere even more dreamy.

There was no other scenario of this evening's end as he gently wraps his hand around my waist "tom I spilled a bit if whiskey on my dress earlier" I say in a whispery tone, "then maybe you should take it off" he starts to kiss my neck. I smile as I stand up from his lap,taking his big hand gently in to mine leading him to my bed ,he grabs my hips again gently pulling me to him as he sways with me, "I can't reach the zipper behind my dress..Mr shelby " I say suggestively, he smirks turning me around, pulling the zipper down ,revealing my soft skin in the candlelight, he kisses my shoulder, then my back ,I moan softly as he kisses my other shoulder and turns me around, I put a hand on his jawline ,tracing it lighty ,reaching up to kiss along his jawline ,to his ear ,to his neck ,to his chest .

And further we go to my bed,he lays me down on the soft mattress, the bed was never big enough to fit two people so we had to snuggle together. He stands between my legs ,pulling his shirt off ,revealing a well tones tattooed body, "tommy" I moan as he takes off his pants ,and then his boxers ,revealing his hardened member ,I open my legs as I let out a soft deep breath, he positions himself on top of me, his big soft hands trail all over my body ,and mine trail to his back. He softly moves inside , causing me to gasp and moan ,sinking my nails in to his broad shoulders and trailing them down his back ,he starts moving gently as if to a rythem of a song ,in and out ,in and out, his hand holding my leg and the other traces patters on the side of my breast,he lays his head in me ,as if I was a soft pillow and I wrap my hands now around his head, he moans softly as he picks up the pace a bit, causing me to draw my head back in pleasure and arch my back .

After minutes of moving gently together with me on my beck ,I turn him to his back, finding myself on top of him ,riding him softly ,he lifts his hands to my back and sits up slightly, looking up at my with his ocean eyes . "Tommy you'll never be alone ,stay here forever " I say between moans,he grabs me closer to him as I continue to ride ,hugs me tightly, "please..dont say that" he commands but his voice shakes. I kiss his ear and cheek and wrap my hands around him in a hug.

@cillianmurphysdimples here is the fanfic ❣️

[missuswalker]

Kyle dating hc's pleaaaaase 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

meow meow meow 🤭🤭

relationship headcannons || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: kyle as your boyfreind ✮ warnings: i was gonna do what i did for the clyde one but changed my mind, so nsfw content, reminder that characters are aged up (i'm too much of a kyle girl to pass up the oppurtunity)

sfw

before ya'll started dating he did your homework for you as a rizz tactic

he thought it would make you want him

turns out you wanted him even before he started doing your homework, so he starts making you do it yourself

but kyle would do anything for you, so if you ask him with that pretty face of yours, he'll do it anyways

ya'll had a long "are we dating are we not phase"

he's been screwed over so many times that he wanted to make sure you were the one

you definitely were

after much convincing from stan and a couple hundred "no balls, you wont"s from cartman, kyle finally asks to be his gee-eff (girlfriend)

over text in your instagram dms

LOOK, HE WAS TOO NERVOUS TO DO IT IN PERSON

he did it very romantically though

loooooooong paragraph about how much he likes you and wants you to be all his

ends it with "And I know you piss me off sometimes, but I think I could really make us work."

as SOON as you say yes

"Come over. You have my address."

anyways, moving on, he acts like he thinks pet names are cringe, but he can't help but call you that goody goody shit like "angel"

do you hear purring? sorry

anyways, he spoils you to death, like what was in my love language hcs

"oh wow that's so cute" "what color do you want it in" "kyle 😟"

loooves when you wear his boxer shorts around his house, he thinks he's THE man when you do

his mom likes to talk to him about embarrassing things in front of you to mess with him

"hi boobala, your spiderman underwear is fresh out of the dryer 🥰" "ma, that's ikes, get out 😡😡😡😨😰"

when you guys cuddle, he puts his hand up your shirt and rubs your back

he has cold ass hands though

kisses the top of your head all the time

he's like 6'2 so if you're shorter than him he's all like "aww elf 😻😻" when in reality he's just tall

nsfw

WOOF WOOF WOOF AWOOOOO

damn

first time he was suuuuuper sweet and gentle

after that he puts his temper into it

its like theres an earth quake from the bed rocking

ike ain't a snitch though 🤐

he is rough, hoowee

grunts, huffs, groans

all the good shit

probably says some good girl shit at some point

if he's actually upset, he rather you take control

lets you do whatever you want and whimpers

he whines yall

but if cartman pissed him off, its not the same

has you in doggy style and goes WILD

he don't care if you're screaming

yeah he does, when he's finished he STRESSES about sheila

"dude, you were fucking rabid, i'm so fucked 😰😰"

sheila side eyes him at breakfast but doesn't say anything

makes gerald give him the talk

gerald makes randy give him the talk

randy informs him of new positions

someone on wattpad said "jew in the streets, freak in the sheets"

[nostromosdead]

Mother, can you pleaaaaase write more Ripley(maybe a fluff or smut one shot)🙏 we are starving

sure thing gamer, I hope this small fluff drabble will suffice.

Cosmic Cookies - Ellen Ripley x Gender Neutral Reader (Fluff)

You felt that the Nostromo was unusually still as you made your way through the sterilized corridors. The rest of the crew had already turned in for the night, but you knew Ripley was still awake. She always seemed to find reasons to stay up—reports to file, maintenance checks to make, anything to keep busy. And you? You found yourself awake because of her, for her. (But, what was night anyways, when you were constantly drifting through the intense blackness of space?) 

And, tonight, you had a plan.

You found Ripley in the ship’s small recreational room, sitting on the worn couch with her feet tucked beneath her. In her lap, a datapad was balanced on her plaid pajama-clad thighs. Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the screen, and her expression was focused and intense, but there was something different about her posture. She wasn’t as rigid as you’d normally expect to see her. It was as if the weight of the day had finally started to ease off her shoulders.

You smiled to yourself at the sight. You always found people to be at their most beautiful when they poured their humanity into their work like this. Determined, you slowly made your way over to the couch. Without saying a word, you slid in beside her, leaning just close enough that your shoulder brushed hers.

Ripley glanced at you, eyebrow raised in surprise at your sudden appearance. “Something I can help you with?” Her tone was dry, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

You grinned, leaning your head back against the cushions. “Yeah, actually… Could you do me a favor, and take a break?”

“A break?” She huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t think the company knows the meaning of that word.”

“Well, then consider it my job to teach it,” you said confidently, stretching out your legs and giving her a pointed look. “Starting with you.”Ripley smirked, setting the datapad aside.

“Aaaaand just how do you plan on doing that?”

“I’ve got my ways,” you said, your grin widening as you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a small tin. You popped it open to reveal… cookies. Chocolate chip, to be exact—ones you’d snagged from The Nostromo’s last routine maintenance check that involved landing on a human-inhabited planet.

Ripley blinked at the sight, then let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “Are you… bribing me… with cookies?” You shrugged, holding the tin out toward her. “If that’s what it takes.”

She gave you a long, appraising look before her lips quirked into a real smile. “You’re ridiculous.” She muttered, stifling a laugh. But, she reached out and took one of the cookies anyway.

The two of you sat there in companionable silence, munching on the cookies as the soft hum of the ship filled the room. It felt easy, natural, and human in a way that felt rare in space. Though, it’s hard to attribute this to your own involvement in the situation. It was Ripley who had this effect on you—making the cold, industrial ship feel almost like a home, even when everything else seemed nonsensical or overwhelming.

After a few minutes, you glanced over at her, noting the way her shoulders had relaxed even more, her guard lowered just a fraction. You decided to push your luck.

“Ooookay, so, I also have a question for you,” you said, turning to face her more fully. “If we weren’t here—if we weren’t, you know, stuck in the middle of space—where would you want to be?”

Ripley paused, considering the question as she absently brushed crumbs off her fingers. “You mean, like… anywhere in the world?” Her words were slightly distorted by her own chewing.

“Anywhere. No limits. Dream big.”

She leaned back, her eyes drifting to the ceiling as she thought. “A cabin, I think. Somewhere quiet, maybe near the mountains. Far away from everything.” You smiled at the thought. “Ah, yeah... that sounds really nice.”

Ripley looked back at you, her expression softening. “Well, what about you? Where would you go?" Cookie crumbs littered the corners of her mouth.

“With you,” you said without hesitation. Your voice was quiet, but sincere. “I’d want to be wherever you are.”

Ripley’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your honesty, but then she smiled—a real, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. She looked down, almost shy, before she shook her head and let out a legitimate chuckle.

“...You really are something, you know that?” she murmured, her voice warm in a way that sent a wave of affection washing over you.

“Yeah,” you said, leaning just a little closer. “But you like it.”

She didn’t argue. And when her hand found yours, her fingers curled around your palm with a gentle squeeze. You knew you’d won her over.

[icedteaandoldlace]

1, 7 and 12 pleaaaaase for the choose violence ask :))

Choosing more violence today than usual because the ask list calls for it. You've all been warned. 😅

1. The character everyone gets wrong.

Patty Spivot. I'm a Westallen fan till my dying day, but there are some catty Westallen fans who cannot let that thing with Mark Mardon go, and insist that she is the embodiment of everything wrong with real-life law enforcement, solely for wanting to do the thing that 99% of the fandom is frustrated with Barry for not doing, which is killing the person who killed one of her parents. She didn't even go through with killing him, she did things by the book in the end. Plus it was one guy and it was personal, it's not like she was out here power tripping just for the heck of it. Also, I'm not 100% certain how the Spallen shippers characterize her, because I don't really hang out in the Spallen side of the fandom, but I feel like people tend to forget that she's a nerd and make her out to be some cool it-girl instead. Patty is not a cool girl. She is a very very pretty nerd girl. I mean that in the best kind of way.

Caitlin is also horribly mischaracterized (in different ways) by both the Snowbarry fandom and the diehard Westallen fans. The only people who are right about Caitlin are the people who like both her and Iris. Everyone else is too biased to think clearly.

And of course Iris is the most mischaracterized, but everyone already knows how and why people get her wrong. And people getting her wrong is the reason why they get the other two wrong, and everyone is doing it on purpose, and it's a mess, and it's super annoying, and if everyone could just be NORMAL about these girls, things would be swell! But as it is, people are racist and petty and vindictive, so things are ridiculous.

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

So I hate to say it, because I do actually like this character very much when she's onscreen in front of me, but my word, the fandom made me so sick of Cynthia. (She would also be a good answer for that first question, because she's so mischaracterized as someone way more straight-laced than she actually is, but in her case it seems like a genuine case of Wow People Really Don't Pay Attention, Do They?) Is it weird that I hate fanon Cynthia because fanon Cynthia is a better girlfriend and a better person in general than canon Cynthia is? (yet still working for the collectors??) Because that's where I'm at. Tbh I blame the hiatus between seasons 3 and 4, 'cause I feel like headcanons and fanfiction about Cisco dealing with losing both his best friends by leaning on his girlfriend gave people expectations for what their relationship was gonna be like, and then they just...didn't register when it didn't turn out like that. Like, at all. Now, I enjoyed her time on the show for what it was, I still enjoy rewatching episodes that she's in, and would hardly be bothered to mention any of the issues I have with her if people would just see her for how she is. But for whatever reason, she's put on this pedestal and viewed as the person Cisco should have ended up with, even though every storyline they have together is loaded with examples for why their relationship would never work out in the long run. Cynthia was not the love of Cisco's life, she was something he needed to get out of his system. He wouldn't let himself date Golden Glider 'cause she was a criminal, but Cynthia being technically "team good" because she's in law enforcement gave him the inch he needed to pursue a relationship with the kind of bad girl he thought he wanted to date. But she turned out to be his Morgan Harris (which will mean nothing to anyone who hasn't watched the '80s Anne of Green Gables miniseries, but whatever), because he finally got what he wanted, only to realize that what he really wants is something else. So it's frustrating to me when people take a girl who clearly didn't want the same kind of relationship that Cisco wanted, and whose personal values clearly didn't align with his, and warp her to be some Iris-level, supportive-girlboss-wife material, who's totally never made an unethical decision in her life and works for a good upstanding organization committed to Justice™️—and insist that the writers were wrong to break her and Cisco up, because everything was ~Fine~ (insert dog in house on fire meme), when clearly breaking them up was what was best for Cisco. Because he was floundering trying to make things work with her, and they just didn't. They could never be fully happy together because either one or both of them would have to change their entire personality to make it work—and neither of them was willing to ask the other to do that. They're star-crossed. They have always been star-crossed. It just took them a while to accept it. And it's taking the fandom for-freaking-ever.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

Obviously I stay raving about why everyone should love Kamilla. I'm sure you all know the spiel by now.

She's sweet, she's smart, she has style, she can keep her head in a crisis, she's gentle but knows how to tell someone off when she needs to, she has no superpowers or combat training of any kind, and yet willingly joins in several dangerous missions because she cares a lot about helping people, and protecting the people she loves. Despite being seriously underutilized, she actually has much more development than people realize, but folks insist on saying she "doesn't have enough personality to be interesting/to take from canon and build off of for fanfiction" JUST BECAUSE SHE'S NICE AND SOFT-SPOKEN AND GIRLY, AND PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT TF TO DO WITH A NICE GIRL CHARACTER WHO DOESN'T ALSO PUNCH STUFF. Not that she's not badass when she needs to be, but that is entirely beside the point! Now I understand that some people tapped out of the show early and didn't get to know her. But the way people who lasted 7 whole seasons just write her off as flat and boring drives me up the WALL. She's a photographer! She's a bartender! She reads comic books! She likes Star Wars and Fantastic Four! She cooks! She organized an art show! She subbed in for the rest of Team Flash when they were unavailable! She knows how to operate a satellite! Because she's watched Cisco and Caitlin do it, so clearly she's got mad observational and fast learner skills! She's maybe, possibly vegan, but also possibly not? She has at least one sister, and she made friends with all of Team Flash very fast, and it's no wonder, because she's shown to be thoughtful and a good listener several times! There are SO MANY little details about her slipped into canon that you can easily take and run with and develop further in fun ways, and that's part of why she's one of my favorite characters to write for! Also, HELLO, the supportive, attentive girlfriend everyone projects Cynthia to be? Kamilla actually IS! Literally WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE????

[jarofstyles]

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—-

They didn’t talk about it yet.

The most intense night of sex, not physically but emotionally, and they hadn’t touched too much on it. Besides Harry coming to her house with a shit eating grin, a paper showing his results to confirm he was clean from any STIs. Going bare was something they both really wanted to do.

It was a shame that shit had gotten so stupidly busy.

Y/N was studying like mad. Harry was a bit, but he mostly sat with her as she studied and stared at her. Lots of coffee dates to study, library dates, even a few days of sitting in the park with a blanket on the grass and their books sprawled out, a plethora of highlighters and pens littering in between. It was comfortable, really, like it w always was.

The changes were more and more obvious the more that he had looked at it. The cuddles and chaste kisses and the way that they’d holed off into their own little nest like a couple in a somewhat honeymoon stage. Y/N was still a playful bully but she would kiss his pout away when she would make it appear and crawl on top of him to lay down, her cheek against his chest while he stroked her back.

It just.. didn’t seem like it was two friends fucking around. It was clearer to him the more he spent time with her, the more the touches became natural, the more his heart would speed up when he got texts from her. He’d always been excited to spend time with her but this was a new level. His throat would dry when she would tenderly brush the hair from his face, her quiet contemplation making him want to beg to know exactly what was going on in that pretty little head.

Harry had definitely made himself out to be a goofy, funny, horny man, sure, but he had layers. Layers Y/N was peeling back at a pace he hadn’t really prepared for. The anticipation of getting to see her next was almost irritating. How has it changed so rapidly? And why didn’t he care as much about feeling all these things? The complexity of their changing relationship had made him feel like his head was scrambled. She was seeing the parts of him he had kept back, the softer bits that were genuine pushed back until now.

The thing that really sucked now was the time apart, how antsy he was to actually see her. Sure, he had been anxious to see her when they’d just been friends but now that they spent the majority of time together and she had study groups and such, really needed to focus, he had to step away and do his own. It sucked. The bed felt cold. Something he thought to be a huge red flashing light. He tended to ignore those:

H: I miss you. :(

🍑: hi hi. I miss you too.

H: you didn’t put the frown face. So I tend to believe I miss you more.

🍑: :( :( :( :( :(

H: that’s betterrrrr. This book is making my eyes bleed.

🍑: I know. This intro course should not be an intro course. What are you studying rn?

H: one of the business courses. To be honest it’s all bleeding together and I can’t rlly tell what I’m reading, half my page is highlighter.

🍑: h… darling… that is not good study technique. I’ve told you this.

H: so come over and show me :) :) pleaaaaase.

🍑: do you know how bad I want to

H: then do it!!!!! what’s stopping you!!!

🍑: 1. You’re a dork. And an enabler.

🍑: 2. You know what's stopping me. If I come over there will be no studying done.

H: untrue and rude.

🍑: no, no. I tell the truth. You’ll be like

🍑: ‘let’s take a break! Let’s lay down! Let’s make out! Let’s have sex :)’ and then pout n blink your lashes the way you do when you think ur fluttering them but it looks like u got something in your eyes.

H: now… what the hell did I do for you to attack me like that

🍑: is it an attack if it’s the truth? 🤔

H: yes. Especially that.

Harry rolled his head on the back of the couch, groaning as he stretched his limbs like a cat. Y/N wasn’t going to budge. He knew it and he didn’t want to push too far to actually get her mad, but he really fucking missed her. Enough to drop the silly act and text her seriously.

H: but I really do miss you. It feels empty when you’re not here.

H: like I understand why, don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming you, sweetheart. Just… idk.

🍑: :/ I’m sorry. I miss you too. It stinks less here though…

H: Har Har. I’m being serious though.

H: your smell isn’t on my sheets anymore.

🍑: h… :(

🍑: i can come over tomorrow. Okay? I can at least come to sleep. Or you can come here. Exams are only a few days away but I know I’ve been a bit strict when it comes to seeing you.

H: it wasn’t like this before. Guess I’m just adjusting.

🍑: I know, but last time we weren’t doing… this stuff. The intimate stuff. It’s hard to be around you and not end up on my back. Lol.

H: yeah… I dunno. It’s just never felt so annoying being away from you.

H: sorry if I’m sounding weird. Lol. Just like… got used to you being here and sleeping with me.

🍑: it doesn’t sound weird. It’s what we’ve been doing for a bit now and it is weird. I miss it too- you know I’m just shit at expressing it.

H: Mhm. I miss kissing you.

Harry exhaled as he switched apps, thumbing through their photos together and the ones he had taken of her when she hadn’t been looking. Surely she would kick his ass for doing so but he knew she didn’t love photos and he selfishly wanted some for himself. They were some from brunches they went to, walks they went on, nights out. One in particular called to him, her in his tee shirt and leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee she nursed in her hands. It was his ‘H’ mug, her sleepy eyes and messy hair evidence she had been very comfortable in his bed. A peek of a love bite could be seen under the collar of his shirt, making him smile a little bit.

It wasn’t just him that was comfortable. She was too, especially in those vulnerable moments. Before she caught herself and tried to joke it off. Usually that was his job, but lately it hasn’t felt like a joking mood anymore. He wanted to curl himself around her and bury his face into her neck, listen to her breathe. It wasn’t a joke anymore.

🍑: I do too. A lot. Which is why I can’t come over tonight. You wouldn’t have any lips left </3

H: I don’t think I’d mind if it meant I got to kiss you

🍑: since when have you gotten romantic on me? That was cute and slightly disturbing .

🍑: I like your lips a bit too much anyways. Don’t let them go anywhere.

H: they won’t. They’re yours ;)

🍑: there he is.

How could he express these differences in feelings without making it weird?

It was obvious something had shifted. Something had been different, and it wasn’t just fun anymore. Harry knew that he was going to have to be the one to bring it up to her but he wasn’t sure exactly how to do it. He had tried in a way, during sex. The most vulnerable place to be. But he wasn’t sure if he tried again he wouldn’t ruin it. He just needed a little more time.

Yes, time. All he needed was more of it so he could strengthen whatever the hell this was and point out the obvious.

—-

“You quite literally have not let go of me since I walked in the door.” Y/N had an amused tone to her voice, laying naked in his bed with his arm sloped around her stomach. His face was in between her breasts, breathing lowly as they recovered from sex. Going bare was the best thing to happen to him, really.

“Haven't seen you in 3 days.” He muttered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the hot skin. “Missed you. You’re gonna disappear on me soon anyways to study.” The grumbles made her chuckle, petting his slightly damp curls with her fingers as they listened to the low buzz of the playlist Harry had put on.

“It’s only because every time we get together we end up naked, H. I’d much rather be hanging out with you than studying but you know I need to keep the grades up to keep the scholarship.” Y/N had worked incredibly hard to get it and Harry knew that, his resigned nod making her aware he did respect that. Academics were important to her. He’d never want her grades to suffer because of him, but sometimes he was selfish with her attention.

“I know. M’so proud of you for that, by the way.” He looked up at her. “S’fucking wicked that you got such a good one. I’d never want to put it in jeopardy. But I… I’m capable of keeping it in my pants if it means I get to have you around.” He felt her go to laugh by scowled up at her, shaking his head. “M’serious. I just miss you a lot when you’re not around. Like having you here even if I trip over your shoes and you don’t rinse out your mugs. You make it feel more… I dunno, more like home.” His face dropped back into her breasts, not wanting her to see the flush on his skin.

Y/N paused her hand in his hair, making him tense slightly. He didn’t meant to fuck up if he did. If it was too serious of a thing to say- but her hand started up again, a little sight leaving her swollen lips.

“Well.. we can trial run it in the morning.” She decided breeze past what he had said. Harry wasn’t sure why that had made a bit of disappointment settle in his belly, but it was overturned with the excitement at the idea of her staying around during the day. “But that means one thing.”

He peeked back at her face to see her mischievous glint. “Means you have to get all of it out of your system now. All of the filthy, dirty stuff.”

Harry caught her drift just fine. It was one condition he was happy to have. His recovery time with Y/N was insane, actually, and he could feel himself twitch at the idea of being inside of her again.

“Mmm…”’he moved down, pressing a few kissing down her stomach. “Well… I have been thinking about cleaning you up.”

He had cum inside of her and the mere sight of it had made him feel like he could go again. There was something about being bare like that, being raw and vulnerable, knowing he was the only one allowed inside of her that got him off. It was the entire thing. Exclusivity, marking, claiming. Possessives, sure, but he already accepted that.

“What?” She asked breathily, watching him sink down and spread her thighs open. A little squeak left her lips followed by a laugh as he spread her open, looking at the mess he made. He’d gone a bit hard and he could tell, the remnants of his cum dripping down her slightly swollen cunt. “You’re not seriously going to- oh, fuck.”

Harry did as he pleased, pressing his tongue flat and swiping it over her cunt. Tasting the mix of both of them, letting it coat him, lapping up what he could just on the first pass. His eyes met hers, watching her look down at him in slight shock.

“Jesus- H, I thought guys thought it was… y’kno, gross.” She panted, though obviously proven wrong. “We can just wipe it up, it’s okay.” Y/N didn’t want him to think he had to do it or anything like that- but his immediate second pass sign his tongue had her exhaling sharply, gripping the sheets next to her. It was obviously sensitive and his wet, hot tongue was making it hard to talk.

“Tasting us together is the best thing I’ve gotten to do- besides getting to cum inside this pretty pussy. M’gonna clean it all up and fill you again.” Harry murmured, kissing the top of her mound. “We taste so good together, angel. Like we were made to be like this. Think that’s the truth.” He taunted, spreading her cunt open further with his fingers and kissing right over her clit. “This cunt was made for me. You were meant to be mine.”

He had enough words, deciding to channel his passion into her again. Lapping her up with a fervor that made her tremble, licking up bit of their orgasms that he could get with pleasured groans against her. Her clit pulsed against his thumb as he rubbed it, getting her cunt wet in a much different way than before. Keeping his mouth busy was better than blurting out that he was pretty sure he was in love with her. Probably wasn’t the best time being between her thighs but, he had managed to stop disaster.

When he finally felt her orgasm, her moan of his name and grip on his hair keeping him right on her cunt as she bucked her hips into his face and pleaded for him not to stop, he knew his words were true. Even the ones unsaid.

He was definitely in love with Y/N. And he had no idea what to do about it.

[itspikamefan]

Save the Tiger (One Right Move)

(The Tetro Pink Brainrot has utterly consumed me. That and the utter romantic tension between two men of different backgrounds teaming up to take care of an abused actress. But to give actual answers, this is one of those classic “What if” scenarios. Basically, what if X didn’t die, or if Y did something different. Spoilers ahead)

(In this case, it’s very simple. What if Chiba managed to survive the attack from Sawa (And Sawa survives as well). What would happen then? This is the question I will answer. Now then, let’s save this twin-tailed Hanger)

Story Begin!

As Airi continues to quietly scale the rope, Keizou rested on the griund below, the seemingly calm Sawa pacing around the Auditorium floor. However... The Silence is soon broken. "I made it!" Airi cheers. Keizou looks up from the ground and sees Chiba hanging from the vent. His eyes grow wide as he bursts into a big grin. "Way to go Chiba! You did it!" He cheers. "Yeah! Wait... What do I do now?" "Go in! See what you can find!" Chiba nods and smiles as she enters the ventilation shaft with little trouble... However, danger lurks close to follow. Sawa looks at the rope dangling from Chiba's climbing, and her eyes narrow. She grabs onto the rope and begins playing with it. Harada, not realizing the implications, lets out a light chuckle. "Sawa... That's not a toy!" He giggles. Sawa disagrees. She claws at the rope. She climbs the rope... Quickly actually. And Sawa's eyes, it's not that of a Playful Kitten. But that of a Vicious Predator. Harada catchs on, and reaches out to grab Sawa. But it's too late. "Sawa. No! Bad Sawa! Get down!" Harada commands nervously. Sawa continues to scale the rope, and she eventually reaches the ventilation shaft. Before Harada can even start the climb, Sawa bolts into the vents. Harada panicks. "Sawa! Get back here! Sawa!!!" Keizou calls out. As Chiba quietly crawls through the vents above the school, she senses a presence behind her. She turns around, and sees Sawa around the corner. "Kitty! You've come to... Play?" Chiba asks, her smile fading as she watches Sawa's eyes. The Tiger's eye glint as she watches Chiba carefully. Slowly moving forward, Chiba suddenly panics and pulls out... a gun. "Kitty! Stay away! Please! I don't wanna hurt you!" Chiba begs. "Chiba?! What's going on in there?!" Harada calls through the vents. Sawa hisses at the sight of the gun, her approach not deterred as she moves closer to the Child Star. Chiba's breath is heavy, as she stares at the predator with terror filled eyes, her life flashing before her... As Sawa makes her lunge. Normally... This is where the story would go the expected way... However, as Sawa leaps into the air, time seems to slow around Chiba. It's not real... or at least, she doesn't think it's real. But as she watches the scene unfold in slo-motion... A memory comes back to her ... "Hey, Harada." Chiba asks. "Huh? What's up Chiba?" He asks, Sawa snoozing away in her backpack. "Do you think Sawa will be ok? Surviving on her own?" Chiba asks. "I think so, yeah! She's a softie right now, but when the time comes, she'll be able to hunt down her prey with the elegance and grace Tigers like her need!" "Oh yeah... Sawa eats meat right?" "Yeah! Haha." Keizou laughs. "I've mostly been feeding her steaks from the kitchen, but in the wild, she'll probably mostly feed on things like deer and bunnies." "Bunnies?!" Chiba asks, shocked. "Not the kind you adopt! Like... Hares. Wild Rabbits. The nasty type that come into your garden and steal Vegetables." "Oh. Mean bunnies."

"Exactly!" Harada assures. "Does that mean... She'll know how to kill them?" Harada tenses up a bit, but clears his throat and nods. "Yeah... She probably will." "How?" "Huh?" "How will she do it? I want to teach her... In case she forgets." Chiba hums. "She won't forget! It's built into her system. Like your ability to climb, or my ability to take care of animals." "Still, I really wanna know! Pleaaaaase!" "...She'll probably go for the throat. Tigers are smart. They know what most mammals weak spots are. Our chests, our backs... And our necks." "Wow... That's scary." "Yeah... Oh, but don't worry! Sawa's a sweetheart! She likes everyone here too much to do any harm!" "Yeah... You're right." Chiba sighs with relief "...You wanna hold her again?" "Yes please!!!"

... (Go for the Chest... The Back... And...) Chiba's eyes widen as she suddenly insticintively covers her neck with her arm. Sawa's arc finishes, scratching what would have been her throat, now instead her forearm as she cries out in pain. "AAAAAHHH!!" "Chiba?!?!" Harada cries out, panicked. Chiba sits up, her bleeding arm still protecting her jugular as she drops the gun, putting her hand out to try and calm Sawa. "Please... I'm sorry Sawa... Calm down." Sawa hisses, her back arched as she stares up at Chiba angrily. However, Chiba doesn't move. She instead stares at Sawa, intending to establish her peacefulness as she stares down at the cat. It's quiet... Sawa staring at Chiba. Chiba staring at Sawa. The two locked in an intense gaze, neither daring to move. However... Eventually... Sawa softens. Her gaze unsharpens as her fur slowly relaxs. She approaches Chiba, who's still on her guard, as Sawa peacefully rubs her head against Chiba's arm. Chiba, seeing Sawa finally off her guard, relaxes... Allowing her to focus on her more pressing condition. She looks down at her bleeding arm, and realizes she can't continue her expedition while injured. She gently grabs a hold of Sawa, holding her the way Harada showed her, and gently drags the two of them back to the entrance. By the time they arrive, Keizou is up on the rope, staring at the two in horror for a moment before his gaze softens. "...Y-you're alive." Harada pants. "I am... And so is Sawa." Chiba says, handing the calm kitten over to Harada, who takes her in his bag. "Ah! Your arm!" Harada says, panicked. "I'm fine. I just need some bandages." Chiba explains. "...Y-yeah... Right."

Harada slides down the rope and lands at the bottom. Chiba jumps after him, landing in his arms as Keizou lowers her to the ground. "You didn't need to catch me. That's what the mattresses were for!" "Still... I didn't want you to risk hurting yourself again." "It's not my fault!" Chiba huffs. "I know... It's mine..." Harada mutters. Chiba's grumpy gaze suddenly softens as she sees tears form in the corner of Harada's eyes. "I... I nearly got you killed. I-if I had hanged onto Sawa... You would've gotten hurt... Or worse... She could've... And you could've... Oh god..." Harada begins to cry as he sits down on the mattresses. "Keizou..." Chiba mumbles, sitting down. "I'm so sorry Chiba. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I'm so sorry." Harada sniffles. "It's not your fault, Harada. It's not Sawa's fault either." "Wh... What?" Harada asks, his eyes still wet with flowing tears. "It's the motive. The adrenaline. Sawa just got excited... She didn't know what she was doing. And besides... I nearly did something worse. I... I nearly shot her." "S-Shot her?!" Keizou asks, shocked. "I'm sorry!" "N-no! You're fine. You panicked, but... Shot her?! How?!" Harada asks, shocked. "Okazaki... Her reward wasn't paints... It was a gun. She knew I had it. But she chose to let me keep it. Said I would need it more than her." Chiba explains. Harada stares down at Chiba, still completely in shock by the events that unfolded.

"...Can we go get bandages for me now? Please?" Chiba asks. "...Yeah." Harada nods, standing up. Still completely dazed, he doesn't offer Chiba his hand as he wanders away to the Nurse's office. Chiba follows close behind him, her hand clutching her bleeding arm. When they arrive, they stumble upon Watari, Tamba, and Okazaki doing... something. "O, groot en magtige Guanab, reik af in jou dieptes en trek die gees van Hitomi Sasaki uit die putte van-" Watari's chants are interrupted as she notices the pair standing in the doorway. "Uhh... Can we help you?" Okazaki turns back. "Oh. Chiba and Harada... So nice of you to join us this evening... Is that blood?" Tamba and Watari's eyes snap as they turn to Chiba, seeing the blood spilling from her arm. "Chiba?!?!" Tamba shouts. "Oh my god! What happened?! Are you ok?!" Watari asks shocked "I'm fine... I... I cut myself. I need some bandages." Chiba lies. "Bandages. Right, bandages! Where are the bandages?!?!" Watari asks aloud, quickly searching through the cabinets. "You cut yourself quite deep. Are you sure you weren't attacked by something?" Okazaki asks. Harada tenses up at Okazaki's question, but Chiba remains calm. "In the vent. I made my way in there today. There were some loose Metal Things though. They were sharp." Chiba lies calmly. "Three of them? In the perfect formation of a claw?" Hanano asks suspiciously. "Yeah... It was weird. Like someone didn't want me going through there." Chiba says, building her lie with reason. "Does it really matter?! Chiba could have gotten killed either way!!!" Ruiko snaps. "Yes, well. She didn't. And more importantly, this whole 'cut yourself' story seems like a cover-up." "A cover-up for what?!" Okazaki ignores Tamba and leans down into Chiba's ear, making sure to keep out of hearing of Harada, Tamba, and Watari. "She attacked you... Didn't she? Sawa..." She whispers. "W-what?" Chiba asks. "You don't want anyone to hurt Sawa... So you're lying to protect her... Her and Harada." "Well... I..." "It's ok... It was because of the Adrenaline right? She got too excited and thought you were prey." "Y-yeah... Basically." "And the cut... It's because you protected your neck right?" "...Yeah." Okazaki chuckles. "Good... You're smart. That'll get you far in this." Okazaki sits up and finally speaks above a whisper. "Alright, she's telling the truth." "See?! What did I tell you?!" Tamba snaps. "Can we all stop arguing?" Nishino asks, finally arriving with the bandages as she quickly begins to tend to Chiba's arm. "Besides, the important bit here is Chiba finally made it! She got up to the vent!" "Wh- Oh! You're right! You said you were in the vents, right Chiba?!" "Yeah! It took me a lot, but I finally made it!" Chiba smiles confidently. "Well done." Okazaki affirms. "Well whaddya know? We might actually have a shot at getting out of here." Watari smiles, tying off the bandage around Chiba's arm. "Still... Chiba's going to need to rest for a few days, make sure she can continue a proper expedition." Tamba insists. "We'll discuss it with the others in the morning." Watari yawns. "For now... I think it's best we all get some sleep." "Agreed." Okazaki nods. "I'll be heading off to my room. Goodnight everyone."

Tamba, Watari, and Okazaki all say their goodnights as the three of them head back to their rooms. Meanwhile, Harada is still in shock, having not spoken a word and instead opting to stare at his feet. "Keizou... Are you ok?" Chiba asks. "...I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, Chiba..." Harada says, wandering off. Chiba tries to reach out to Harada, but stops and opts to leave him alone... Instead, she makes her way to her own room, heading to her bed as she places her bandaged arm on a Pillow. As she reflects on the night's events, her hand drifts to her throat... Her heart caught in between. Had she been a second slower, had she done anything else, had she not remembered what Harada told her, had a million different things not happened... Chiba wonders if she would still be here in her room today... She doesn't want to think about that though... All she wants to do is finally put herself to rest. She closes her eyes, letting her dreams fill with thoughts of Big Cats and Happier Days... As she finally falls asleep. (To be Continued...?)

[jiecomic]

Chapter 9- A double win

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The demon twins were "willingly helping" Jie for a week, though they didn't really knew what they were doing. The plan of their "auntie" was really unclear, but they didn't dare to ask or complain.

"It's ready"- annouced Jie

She came to the center of a cirlce she drew with white chalk before and picked a now completly fixed Calabash!

But the broters knew it wasn't really the same.

"Auntie!"called Jin "Does it mean we're free to go?"

Both demons send Jie the sad puppy looks that said 'pleaaaaase'.

Jie lifted her eyebrow and looked with suspicion at the demons, they were especially inpatient that day.

"Are you in hurry?" She asked while hiding Calabash in the bag "To what?"

The brothers looked at her, blinked twice , looked at each other and back at her.

"To the race?" Yin said

"What race?"

GASP!!!

The demons took a step back acting like they've never heard something that surprising in their lives.

The first one to react was Jin who came closer to Jie and showed her a phone with some commercial on, Jie listened to it carefully, then Yin threw some posters at her face. Jie read the one she caught in her hand.

" Looks like a huge fuss..." She muttered to herself

"FUSS?!"

The brothers were taken aback even more!

"It's a great opportunity to crush your enemy... make them see your true power and watch as they are crying because of humiliatio-" Yin stopped talking when he noticed how Jie looked at him

"... You can also get a peach of immorality!" Jin saved him in the last moment

Jie thought for a short while, all the time she spent with the demons brothers showed that they are not even half as dangerous as they think, letting them go shouldn't cause any trouble.

"Ok... just go" she stated "But about this peach, you know it's not a-

Before she finished her sentence the brothers were gone.

Standing in silent made Jie realised one thing... she was hungry

There was only one place to eat which came to Jie's mind- The Pigsy's Noodles! On her way Jie noticed that there are practically no people on the streets.

'They must be watching this race...'

She was at an entrance of the noodles shop

"Wonder what's so great about this" she whispered to herself

"PIGSY IT'S ABOUT TO START HURRY"

"I'M COMING!"

"..."

Somehow every time Jie came there something strange was going on, last time it was a big, fat version of Monkey Boy lying on the pig man, now it was the same pig sitting before TV together with a monk who looked like some cheerleader.

'Should I just go or...'

"Oh look! It's Jie" the first one to notice her was the monk

Jie waved nervously to both of them.

" Want to watch the race with us?" Asked Pigsy

"Well... I don't know..."

'I'm not really into the games of mortals'

"Noodles on the house!"

"The medium bowl with two fried eggs please" she said while sitting on the chair in front of TV.

While Pigsy went to the kitchen Jie was left alone with Tang, it was kind of awkward, Jie felt the need to tell something but was too shy to start so instead she tried to focus on the television.

The race haven't started yet, so she took a look at the participants, she noticed two familiar faces of the trouble makers she had met... the demon brothers were there too.

Her eyebrows lowered as she noticed the faces MK and Mei were making.

"Are they fighting?" Unconsciously Jie said loudly

"Yeah... sometimes they have a stupid argument like that" Tang answered clearly

" I thought they were friends"

" Of course they are, It's normal between friends to argue from time to time, like me and Pigsy!" He said while putting an arm on the pig man's shoulder, for a moment they looked like a perfect duo... till Pigsy didn't use his spoon...

After that he came to Jie to give her a bowl of noodles and sat down next to a monk.

While enjoying the taste of her food Jie thought about the thing Tang told her about. Lately she wondered if there was anyone in her life who she was truly friends with, the ones that came to her mind first were those who she argued the less with but what she heard made her realised it could be the opposite. There was only one person she had been fighting with almost everyday, now she realised they would have killed each other if it wasn't for friendship they shared.

But...

'I doubt he would hesitate from killing me after what I did...'

"IT'S STARTED!" The scream of Tang made her come back to reality "WOOOHOO!GO BEAT THEM MEI!"

"Hey Jie, who are you cheering on?" Suddenly Pigsy asked her

Emmm...

"I... cheer for the..." She tried to save herself by looking at the list of participants, and then she noticed something- "Prinecess Iron Fan!"

As soon as she realised where the person she looks for is, Jie teleported, leaving confused men.

"Did she just said- Princess Iron Fan?" Pigsy asked

"Yep"- answered Tang "And then she went to cheer on her from shorter distance, a true fan"

The place Jie teleported to was a part of the road when MK crushed into Mei, the girl was not happy about that, but as predicted they apologised to each other and everything would be great-

"Jie?"

-if only they didn't notice the fox demoness snitching next to them.

'Crumbs!'

"You came to see our win?!" as always the one to get excited quickly was MK

"No"

"Ah..."

Jie didn't even realised about what she said until she noticed the disappointment on the boy's face

"MK, HURRY UP!" Mei came closer to remind MK about what he was supposed to do

"Oh, right!" MK started working on his new car with the help of Monkey King's powers

Jie got a few steps away from them to not get hit, she looked at the mountain when she planned to meet with Iron Fan.

"Hey, ms. Jie!" MK shouted to her back "See you at the finish line"

Jie didn't look back till she heard as they were driving away, then her eyes were wandering from kids to the mountain.

In the end Jie sighed loudly and teleported once again.

The crowd screamed as MK and Mei crossed the finish line. The two friends were happy and proud of themselves, at some point Mei noticed that MK was searching for someone and she knew who that was.

"MK, you know she has her things to do" She said while patting his shoulder

"Yeah... just... I still want to prove her that I'm worthy of Monkey King's powers"

" And you will"

MK smiled at Mei.

"NOW LETS GET OUR REWARD" Mei pointed at a golden peach

MK rushed with her to the stage and as they had their moment of fame the familiar voice was heard

"NOODLE BOY!"It was obviously Red Son"You imbecile... THAT PEACH SHOULD BE MY!" He shouted aggressively

"HA"MK kept the peach closer"You'll never getting this fruit!"

And right after that he... bit it.

Crack

MK was spinning in pain on the floor with only a half of his front teeth

"I think it's not ripe yet..."he mumbled

"Or it's just not a peach of immorality" suddenly MK heard a woman's voice, at that moment an announcement was shown before his eyes, so close he couldn't see anything besides it

"That's right it's just a trophy you know" Then Mei agreed

"WHAT!?"Both MK and Red Son shouted towards her

"But, it's says right on the posters" said Red Son checking the paper

Mei started laughing at both of them

"It's a metaphor" again a woman's voice was heard

"Wait.. Jie?! You're here?!" MK couldn't believe his eyes

Jie opened her mouth to say something but then she turned away her face to hide her reddish cheeks

"I... just wanted to make sure you won't bring another catastrophe!" She muttered with frustrated tone

"Can we please come back to the peach!" Red Son screamed again

" Read the little letters on the corner of the left" Jie navigated him quickly, tired of his screams

"It says... the winners photo will be shown on the top of the tower...WHAT?!"

Right then everyone's gaze moved to the tower, which showed a picture taken when MK bit the trophy.

"Ooooo....Ok" MK gasped in realisation

Unfortunately the demon boy(that's how Jie calls Red Son) didn't take the fact as well as MK

After a few excused he made he turned back to the group only to shout the annoyed "PEASANTS!" At the end

'How disrespectful'

"Wait, if this is not the peach of immorality, then where are they?!" After the question both MK's and Mei's gaze turned to Jie, who started to sweat a little

"Haha, well that's a good question... emm- Oh!-just remembered that I have something to do, BYE!" And like that she disappeared

MK was looking at the place the demoness stood a while ago, then he saw Mei approaching him with their trophy.

"Looks like she really came to see you win" She smiled while touching him with her shoulder

"...yes"

A smile showed on the boy's face.

***

Meanwhile, Demon Bull King and his wife were just on their way back from their shameful loss (the whole family doesn't want to talk about this).

"Darling" Suddenly Iron Fan stopped

"Hmm?"Her husband looked back at her with questioning face

"Go alone.I'll catch you up later..."she exclaimed and turned her face to the right "I have some business to do"

Following her eyes, DBK noticed a man in hood which covered everything instead of his big and somehow annoying smile.

For a while the two of them were staring into each other but in the end DBK turned back without a word.

When he was a few steps away he throw a simple "Be quick" to his wife and followed his way.

After a while PIF came closer to the man.

"Well, well... and here I thought you won't make it" she smiled at him

"I wouldn't dare to disappoint you, Princess" the man bowed slightly before her

"So you got your part of the deal?"

"Yes..." slowly but confidently, the man showed a jar he was hiding under his coat

"That's... Calabash?!-How did you?-

Without notice PIF started reaching towards the object.

"Not so fast my lady" the man hid the calabash again

The women send him an annoyed face, but all he did was smile widely

"I need to see 'your part' too" he chuckled

For a moment there was a thought in PIF's head... what if she just took both calabash and mirror blade?

But the thing was that she didn't know an answer to that question. When it came to that person... she couldn't predict if she would win or...

"..."

"I've got enough of loss today" she said to herself in mind

Sight...

She streched out her hands, a light showed above them, after a while it took a form of a sword.

For a moment the smile on the man's face disappeared.

" So... we have a deal?" Asked PIF while holding the mirror blade closer to the man

A silence came...

A few minutes later at Flower Fruit Mountain

Monkey King was enjoying his training-free time on the peach tree, he was so full after eating all the peaches he decided to take a nap.

But then he felt someone's presence

"So the times up, huh?"He said toward Jie who approached him with a gloomy face

"..."

"Did you make it?" He asked curious about Jie's mood

"I..."

Jie looked up at him from the ground showing something that she was hiding behind her back before

"I did it!" She said while holding the mirror blade in the light of the sun, a little tear dropped from her eye

"Good job" answered Wukong

After that the monkey, all relaxed again laid on the tree with a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and was ready to sleep.

"Wait!"

Suddenly his eyes opened wildly

"What did you give PIF in return?" He asked

"Well I was aiming for the calabash but when I got it it was in pieces, so..."

"So..?" Wukong starred at her more intensely and suspicious

Jie scratched her neck a little, Wukong knew her well enough to know what this gesture means, she's nervous about something she shouldn't have done, which made him more impatient for answer

"...So I used a little trick" Jie answered with an anxious smile on her face

That's right... in an hour Princess Iron Fan will realise that she exchanged the mirror blade for... a jar of Monkey King’s cookies...

Hopefully it will suit her taste :D

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[rinsuniverse]

hi hiii ur woozi drabbles are so adoraaablleeeeee 🤧🤸‍♀️🤧🤸‍♀️🤧🤸‍♀️ can we get the members calling you to get woozi out of his studio since he is always working so hard 🥺🫶

[9:06]

imagine the members desperately calling you to collect your mans (woozi) from overworking himself 🫶

this is literally the cutest thing ever

anyway, you're clocking out of work one day, thinking about what you want to eat

when suddenly you get a video call from soonyoung

you quickly say goodbye to your favorite coworkers, then walk outside of the building to answer the call, plugging in your earphones quickly

"hey, soon-"

"Y/NNN, MY SAVIOR, MY ONE AND ONLY, MY BEST FRIEND, MY-"

"YOU GOT A HOLD OF Y/N?! HURRY AND TELL THEM-"

"guys, maybe we should chill out- haha, they don't know what's going on at all 😭😭😭"

"just pass the phone to me-"

"no, i got it! y/nnieee, how are you?"

you sit there, staring at soonyoung, dk, mingyu, and minghao who are crowded together in what seemed to be a practice room

"umm, i'm good. just got off of work. what's up?"

"oh, that's great! do you have any plans-"

"get to the point, soonyoung!"

"i'm getting there!"

"y/n, can you check on jihoon for us? we're all playing around in the practice rooms, but he's telling us not to worry about him and that he still has lots of work to do... but he's been in there like all day," minghao says, interrupting soonyoung

"oh, but what am i supposed to do?"

"convince him to come hang out with us, of course! you can come hang out, too!" seokmin says, popping his head into the frame of the camera

"he won't listen to me-"

"he can never say no to you!"

"oh, please. he says no to me a lot," you say, trying to think of a time

"pleaaaaase, y/n? we're really worried about him :(" soonyoung pouts, making you kind of cringe

"okay, fine, but if he says no, then i'm not pushing it."

"try your best! do some aegyo if you have to! we'll see you soon!" dk says before hanging up the call

you make your way over to his studio, kind of nervous about it

like, if he says no, what are you supposed to do? just... leave? alone?

you knock on the door, and soon enough, he's there in front of you with his long hair kind of messy and in his signature slippers

"oh, y/n. i didn't know you were coming," he says, opening the door for you

you nod, walking into the studio and placing your stuff down on the couch

he sits down at his desk before going back to his work

you awkwardly waddle over to his seat and peer over at the monitor.

"hey, jihoon..."

"hmm?"

"are you busy?"

"yeah, kind of. why?"

"i was thinking... maybe we should call it a day and go hang out? it's already pretty late. the sun is setting."

he tilts his head. "did the members set you up to this?"

"no! but it would be cool to hang out with them, right?"

he laughs lightly, before turning to look at you. "wouldn't it be better to hang out just you and me here?"

you frown, turning to look around the studio

he wasn't rejecting you, but you didn't want to let the members down

you internally cringe as you pull up a chair and sit down next to him, turning his chair so he can look at you

"can we please go hang out with your members? pretty please? ... um... it'll be really fun! i'll make it up to you, okay?... baby?" you give him your best puppy eyes as he looks at you with his jaw dropped

his cheeks quickly turn a nice shade of pink, but he silently wishes you can't see it because of the dim lighting he has

"what?"

"don't make me say it again..."

he cannot make eye contact with you

but he silently saves his work and shuts off his monitor before grabbing his jacket and your belongings

"let's go?"

you look at him, your cheeks still burning from embarrassment, but you follow him out anyway

he teases you after you hang out with the members when you get home

he pokes you and says "how are you gonna make up for it, hmm? should i call you baby, too?"

"what do you want me to do? it's embarrassing just thinking about it"

"come here," he says, pulling you closer. "give me a kiss."

you kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pull him closer to make the kiss last longer

you let go, and he quickly disappears, leaving you in your room alone

def not because he is blushing out of his mind and needs to be alone to process how much love he has for you already 😗

thank you so much for this cute request! i hope you enjoyed reading it. feel free to request many, many more things! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[druckers]

i am watching a playthrough of pentiment 🔥🔥 i am loving it so far uuugh the attention to detail is so charming. i’m not even that far in but i adore it and i’m sure that will continue the further i get!

GRINS EVIL WICKED STYLE!!!!!!!!! pleaaaaase let me know what you think of it this is so awesome... HUGE DAY FOR ME!!!! you shall know those drucker fellows...