#agh why do I have a crush on this man

[ybklix]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

★ pairing: neighbor!chan x fem!reader

✦summary: You have a new life, in your dream apartment in the big city, your life is quiet, but suddenly your incredibly handsome neighbor across the door, Chan, decides to take you out of your comfort zone, you can't get him out of your head and you really plan to do something about it.

✭ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, masturbation, dry humping, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, videotape, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, slight dirty talk, aftercare.

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You admired the place, happy, the movers did all their work, now you only had to unpack and arrange your new apartment, you had been dreaming of moving to a bigger and different city for a year now, you talked to your parents and siblings just for emotional support, and there they all were now. Your mother, your sister and brother, who were going to spend the first night with you.

The four of them decided to walk around the city for a while, eating and enjoying all the scenery and endless places you could just walk and walk to. You arrived late and exhausted to your new apartment, where only your sister wanted to stay one more night, your mother and brother had to go back to your hometown, where they all still lived, where you previously lived already alone as well.

“I'm going to be fine” you said to your mother as you felt her hug you tighter as you said goodbye, her big breasts crushing yours.

“Oh I know dear but now I have to catch a flight to see you, I'm not used to it” your mother said, in a high pitched tone as she pulled away from you.

No matter what, you would always be her baby, you were the youngest among your siblings, of which you had a very cute and close relationship with. You were always a bit overprotected being the youngest, you openly talk about things that cause you anxiety and you are a bit sensitive although you never express it as such, you like to make jokes and be sarcastic about it, you have a personality… quiet and quite relatable to others, that's why you create content videos on Youtube, mainly there you started, but you are in all your social media and you are something like a microcelebrity. That's why you could afford to live in the city of your dreams, in the apartment of your dreams and you were grateful.

Your mother and brother left, boarding that plane and you and your sister returned to your apartment where she kindly helped you unpack.

“I'll go check to see if I have my own mail space yet” you notified your sister, to which she shouted from afar okaaay.

And you walked out of your apartment, where as you crossed the hallway to the front, you found a male silhouette about to enter his apartment, for some reason you stopped a little to see him, wearing a suit with his jacket in his hand and his white button up shirt rolled up in his strong arms, he was handsome, you thought. He turned to see you too, smiled at you realizing you were his new neighbor and whispered kindly:

“Hi.”

His voice was thick and attractive, his appearance masculine, you suddenly felt in some type of way….

“Hi” you replied kindly smiling.

And before he could say anything else, you hurried your step to the end of the corridor, leaving. You didn't know how to react, you didn't expect to find a handsome man in front of your door while you were messily unpacking your entire apartment. He let out a chuckle when he saw your reaction but you didn't hear it.

[…]

“Agh, Y/N, I forgot my cell phone on the counter,” your sister said, already in the hallway, with her things ready to grab the cab downstairs to accompany her to the airport.

You rolled your eyes, looking for her phone but it wasn't where she had indicated, you got frustrated, the cab was waiting for you, and angrily said to her,

“Where is it? It's not here!”

But you received no answer, your sister ran into your neighbor across the hall, who was about to go out to do some shopping, she instantly smiled at him seeing that he was also handsome and your neighbor was as enchanted with your sister as he was with you. You on the other hand went to the bathroom, where your sister had previously been, finding her phone.

“We have to go now…” you said, locking your apartment and you were perplexed to see your handsome neighbor again.

He smiled downward at you, pressing his lips together, he had to admit that you were both pretty, but there was something about you that caught his attention more.

“He tells me you haven't introduced yourself” your sister spoke, looking down at the broad shouldered build of your neighbor and then back up at you.

“Well, I also just arrived recently for work. I'm Bang Chan, your neighbor” he let out a nervous chuckle, causing you to shiver, a good shiver.

You stared at him and greeted him with waving your hand, telling him your name followed by, nice to meet you.

“I think, you were about to leave so, I see you around” he said again.

You nodded and left with your sister, who was dying to talk and didn't until you got in the cab.

“Oh my god, he's really hot, you should go after him, if he doesn't have a girlfriend of course” your sister commented animatedly.

“Stop saying bullshit please” you replied, unwilling to continue the conversation.

The point was… you had never dated before, you were too picky and your love life was non-existent, but you liked being that way, staying at home with your cats, you even made money from complaining about how there is no one to get your attention, expressing it in your videos where thousands of girls around the world found you so real for speaking your truth. You just made your silly little vlog videos or anything creative you could think of, at the moment you were working on filming your move.

Your sister left, you stayed around the city until it got dark and you returned to your new home, you had to feed your cats and clean their litter, but to your surprise, you once again found Chan taking the elevator at the same time. He smiled tenderly at you as you both were about to press the button, he let you do it and you waited, until you both got in alone.

“I guess we're always going to bump into each other now” he said again with his typical soft chuckle.

“Yeah, well, same building, same floor” you said nervously, really with zero idea what to say.

“Did you move into the building or in the city in general?” he asked, so curious to hear from you.

“From the city” you answered, looking straight ahead and only occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

The elevator doors opened, he let you out first and you stepped into your hallway.

“Well, if you need someone to show you around the city or help in any address, you know I'm in front of your door” he said, sweetly but something about his voice sounded so inviting, the way he spoke and that the vein in his neck stood out a little.

“Thank you” you told him shyly and walked into your apartment.

You couldn't help but smile… after so long you thought to yourself if, a crush, a fling of whatever with your hot neighbor would be worth it.

[…]

All the rest of the night you unpacked everything, almost finishing your apartment, you were tired but it was a nice spring day that you didn't decide to waste, so you went out to walk for a while, feel the sun on your skin, and feel again the minimal realization that there is a civilization outside, since last night you haven't stopped thinking about Chan, you even imagined how his apartment would be decorated by the way he was dressed, simple and in black. You imagined so many things, even his age, what zodiac sign he might be, everything. You hadn't felt this way about someone in a long time.

And, still in his apartment, Chan's younger sister put him in charge of taking care of the family dog, since no one would be home and she took advantage of the fact that her brother would be staying in the city for his job, so she left her with him. Chan greeted and petted the dog with affection and wanted to take her for a walk.

You arrived at the park near the block from the building and craved an ice cream, you felt the presence of more people but didn't take any notice, until when you asked, a familiar voice appeared behind you, sounding so sonorous that it rumbled your insides.

“Make it two, please” said that voice, you turned to see him.

It was Chan, you smiled at him, his skin glowed brighter as he wore all black and you noticed he had a cute dog on a leash, you honestly thought you saw it coming, he looked like an energetic guy who liked dogs more, you enjoyed the company of cats more, but you forgave him anything.

You quickly confirmed to the guy that it would be two ice creams so that he would take Chan's order as well. And, as he handed over the ice creams, he hurried to say.

“Can you hold them please, I'll pay” he said quickly, extending the money to the employee.

You couldn't even deny it when the clerk was already ready to give him the change when Chan said again, “Leave it like that, thank you.”

You walked a few steps from the ice cream cart, narrowing your eyes because you were bothered by the sun, still watching him, licked from your ice cream before it melted and said in a happy tone, “Thank you.”

“Oh it's nothing, it's just ice cream.”

“We meet again” you repeated amused, this time more relaxed and less shy.

“Yeah, well, same park near the building” he said, with a smile responding the same way you did last night.

You smiled back at him as you continued eating from your ice cream, as sweet, soft and refreshing as Chan's unexpected arrival, he looked like a cute guy.

“You have a dog?” you said to him, this time cooperating so that he picked up on the signals that you wanted to talk to him.

He looked at Berry, his little dog.

“Ahh yes, she's Berry, she's family, she doesn't live in my apartment but my sister let me borrow her to take care of her today.”

Uh, he has a sister, must be nice guy, you thought.

“I have two cats” you blurted out suddenly, blushing as you felt his gaze after he's seen the dog, “Their names are Edward and Lorelai. Berry is, a very cute dog” you said again, nervous.

You bent down to stroke his soft dog's fur with your free hand and stood up again.

Chan laughed, watching you, finding you incredibly adorable and began to walk slowly as you followed, “Edward and Lorelai?” asked Chan with a smile at hearing such names for cats.

“For Edward Cullen from Twilight and Lorelai Gilmore from The Gilmore Girls” you added, quickly and obviously, but you were a little shaken, you hadn't had an encounter with a cute boy in years.

Chan looked at you with admiration and amusement. You felt like you were in a movie walking with the attractive man in the park who bought you ice cream. Chan didn't take his eyes off you and without stopping laughing, and to have all those references, he thought you must have been young, you looked young, but living on your own in the city? Chan didn't know what it was exactly but he wanted to know more about you, he liked you since he first saw you, you looked just like today, a sunny, but not oppressive sun, spring day, with the green trees and the birds singing.

“I like cats too,” he replied, “But because of my work I travel a lot and it's hard for me to leave them home alone.”

“What do you do for a living…?” you asked without trying to be so obvious as you sat down on an available bench.

“I'm a stylist and creative director” he replied.

At this point you were so nervous you were about to finish your ice cream. You decided to play with him a little, to lighten the mood.

“Stylist in that outfit?” you joked.

Chan laughed genuinely at your comment, he looked and dressed so normal, all in black with a cap and sneakers and called it a day. You could notice his curls under his cap.

“You might be surprised how well I dress people.”

“Mmm who have you dressed?” you asked amused only to continue the conversation.

“It's usually celebrities, and occasionally rich people, I've worked for Jungkook, T-…”

You gasped in surprise which stopped Chan in his tracks.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react like that, it's just, I don't believe you, you're fucking with me, right?”

Chan raised an eyebrow at your comment in such confidence, without wiping off his smile, his cheeks hurt from being with you so much.

“Are you a fan of his?”

“Oh no, just, everyone knows how great he is.”

“Well it's true...” he answered and you saw him go to his cell phone deftly looking for something.

He handed it to you, pictures of him sizing up the celebrity he had just mentioned and putting a jacket over him as proof, you opened your mouths in surprise that you are meeting a man who has direct contact with celebrities. You handed him back his phone.

“I work for specific brands or clients, that's why I travel, I work for Jennie Kim, Troye Sivan, that kid that's everywhere mmm, Olivia Rodrigo, Timothe Ch…”

Your heart stopped and your smile faded for a moment as he called Olivia Rodrigo a kid, you were pretty sure you were pretty close to her age… you wondered how old he could be. You also thought that looking like that, there was no way he wasn't dating a celebrity.

“Okay I got it, now you're just bragging” you replied amused to which he loved the way you teased him, “I think it's great” you said happily, “And also as a creative director?”

“Yes, I direct videos, I give concepts to artists, I usually work a lot for the K-pop world, that's why I'm hardly ever home.”

You looked at him closely, you were excited to meet an art-oriented person who was expert and passionate about what he does, someone intellectual who stimulated your inner self.

“If you dressed Jungkook, what the hell are you doing living in that apartment? I assume you can get something better” you joked again never to end the conversation.

You had already finished your ice cream and your hands were restless not knowing where to settle. Chan laughed again, showing his peculiar dimples, he kept laughing with you close by.

“I've lived in the building for a while now, it's cozy and a very nice place, isn't it?”

You nodded, “It's a nice place…”

“Besides…” he began to say apologetically, tilting his head a little and showing a full smile “it's a magical place full of surprises, just like your new arrival.”

You looked into his eyes and admired every part of him, unable to think that he had said your arrival was a magical surprise. Chan had already finished his ice cream, but he thought there was nothing sweeter that left his mouth like meeting you on a nice sunny day.

“So… you'll be staying here in the city?” you added curiously, since he mentioned he was hardly home, worrying you.

“Yes, at the moment I'm here working from home, I just came back from a business trip; but as soon as my client calls me, I have to go wherever they are” you saw him a little disappointed, promptly thinking that he constantly has to leave, until he spoke bringing you out of your trance, “And you… what do you do for a living?” he asked softly and incredibly attentive to what you had to say.

Your smile faded a little… it wasn't something you said out loud, you felt a little embarrassed but more so when he had a cool job and you… made videos for the internet.

“I make videos…” you said unsurely.

He raised his eyebrow, scared deep down that they weren't adult types of videos, he had nothing against it, but as someone as pretty and young as you, he couldn't help but feel disappointed if that's what it is, since he currently found himself so many girls making money from it.

“You edit videos?” he asked, somewhat alerted.

“Yes that too, well… I'm a YouTuber, not something I'd say proudly after hearing your amazing work history, but I also paint and sell my paintings and, I'm simply inclined to art, but for a living, videos on the internet. I'm also inclined to acting, I currently take online classes but since I'm in the city I really want to try my hand at an academy; you know everyone who thinks they're celebrities these days wants to put out music but I seriously think it's not my forte, I prefer something else” you blurted out suddenly, nervously trying to divert him from the main topic.

Chan laughed tenderly as he carried Berry to put her in the middle of you. He thought you were cute the way you wanted to excuse yourself, and almost sighed in relief that you hadn't been what he maliciously thought.

“That's very good, seriously, you can tell me you're a tiktoker and I'll understand, they make a lot of money nowadays” Chan joked.

You laughed, blushing that maybe it wasn't the kind of woman he was looking for, putting little part of her life on the internet. But you had him completely captivated, he couldn't deny it.

“So what do you do?” he said, you raised your eyebrows, “What do you tape?”

“Mmm little vlogs, things I come up with…”

“And what do you paint?” you looked at him surprised, that among your meaningless chatter, he did pay attention to you.

“Little flower paintings, I don't know, cute things” you laughed.

Cute things like you, wanted to say Chan out loud.

“And how can I find you?”

You widened your eyes in panic, but still told him sweetly, “Literally my name, just like that, I hope I show up.”

Chan stared at you for a while, so happy to have some time to relax.

“I'd love to direct a video, give you some ideas” Chan spoke slowly and seductively, not knowing what he was saying clearly, he just knew he was suddenly lost on you.

“I'd love to share your ideas…” you replied in the same way.

“I'd also love for us to go somewhere else but… I'm taking care of Berry” he mentioned, caressing her, you saw his big, masculine hands, surprising you a little, “Would you like to… have dinner at my place?”

You wanted to open your mouth in surprise, for the first time you would be going alone to a man's apartment, but you just nodded softly.

“You cook?” you asked, Chan nodded, “I also love to cook and bake” you said proudly.

He looked at you tenderly.

[…]

The evening progressed with more talk with Chan, getting to know him more and more, and of a delicious dinner he prepared. You were delighted, you were supposed to start shooting more content today but there was nothing better than spending the night in his apartment and, his decor was just as you imagined it, neutral colors, modern design and all tidy, the place smelled good, he smelled good, everything around him looked like a dream.

He came to drop you off at your door, balancing on your heels on the door frame, so close to him and admiring every part of his face, his cute little eyes, his full lips, you felt like you were in your own little rom-com. Chan leaned against your door frame, unwilling to let you go.

“Do you… want to see Edward and Lorelai?” you said nervously to which he nodded softly with a smile.

Chan watched you, you looked so cute to him that he wanted to squeeze your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he just said yes to every little thing you said.

Your cats were in your cat tree, you let Chan pass by, who slyly watched your whole apartment.

“Orange one is Edward.”

Chan approached your cats, you had a cute Halloween combination, orange and black, who antipathetic and yet alert let themselves be petted, after he spoke to them in a high pitched tone, with tenderness. He came up to you.

“They're very cute, just like you” he said and your cheeks grew warm, you blushed so often with him, you hated it when your body reacted like that, “Do you mind if… tomorrow we go to the park on a picnic or something?”

You frowned, hard to believe what he was saying but you agreed.

“Goodnight, Chan” you said goodbye to him.

Within half an hour Chan had started following you on Instagram where to your surprise you found that he had more than twice as many followers as you and his feed was as sleek and tidy as he was, filled with celebrities he worked for and the occasional photo of him; he for his part was delighted with the cute and cuddly side you showed your life on social media and, you also noticed that he had bought the 10 paintings you had for sale on your website.

[…]

“You bought all my paintings” was the first thing you said to him when you saw him.

Chan's smile got bigger, “I had to, they were really good, you can help me put them in my apartment.”

You looked at him, not sure what he was up to but you just knew you were quickly falling for him.

You both went to the park.

“All right, you paint Berry and I'll paint… you have to choose between Edward or Lorelai to paint them” Chan spoke.

You were both on your date, on a picnic he planned, you had had this kind of outing with your girlfriends but not with a boy, this was definitely your kind of date. You looked at Chan, who was still looking all manly with his strong legs showing in his shorts despite doing soft and sweet activities.

You sighed in surprise, “You can't make me choose between two of my children.”

Chan laughed, “Okay, I'll paint them both and then we'll show each other our paintings at the same time.”

You nodded, “Show me a picture of Berry.”

“And you of your cats.”

Amid laughter, chatter and complicit glances, you finished your works, showing them. Chan's painting was good, not the best, they were a little crooked, but it was nice and you appreciated it and yours, truly and effortlessly you had excelled, Chan looked at you with admiration as he praised your work, no doubt you were someone worth getting to know more.

You spent the day together, he walked you around the city and as you were united walking side by side in your wide hallway of the building, he said to you:

“What's a movie that you can watch over and over again without getting tired and... would you like to see it in my apartment?”

The next thing you knew you were having your first movie night date with a man, since he wasn't a boy. Slowly you brought your bodies together and shortly after the middle of the movie you couldn't help but admire him a little, his pronounced side in profile, his strong arms; you wondered if you should kiss him or would you look like an easy girl, you had just met him but you weren't much of a fan of the slow burn, at least not in real life, that could stay on TV and books, you wanted Chan now.

Chan licked his lips and noticed that you didn't stop looking at him and slowly turned to see you, you abruptly averted your gaze in embarrassment. Chan sighed and moved closer to you, making you more tense, not because it made you uncomfortable, but because you really liked him and suddenly your body was acting weird. You stopped paying attention to the movie and only thought about the time and the anxiety that was slowly consuming you, you wanted to kiss him but you didn't know how to get closer, you wanted to taste his lips to check your fantasies that he really had it all and kissed well.

Chan noticed it instantly, your nervous body, your light sighs, he was going to take a chance and if you rejected him, at least it would be worth it.

He came close to your ear and his plan wasn't to sound this seductive, he still said it in that tone, “It's obvious you're not paying attention to the movie, why don't you better come and pay attention to me.”

You almost moaned loudly at what he said, it was so cringe, it was so fucking sexy it worked for you, coming from him everything worked.

You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

You nodded without measuring anything that was happening, you just watched his slightly illuminated face for the TV light and move closer to yours and suddenly you met his lips, Chan started to move them over yours, you tasted the softness and how smoothly his fleshy lips were, then slowly he moved closer to you, when you unintentionally held onto his shirt, he started to kiss you deeper, his prominent nose colliding with your face, both breathless but unable to stop, addicted to the feel of each other until you broke apart.

“Come here” Chan whispered to you taking you by the waist and inviting you to sit on him for which you complied.

You let yourself fall into his lap with your body facing him, your legs beside his thighs, as you wrapped around his neck, ready to return to your sizzling make out session. This time Chan kissed you more desperately and excitedly, groping your whole body and tasting your tongue, at this point you were already so wet, his big hand stroking your body and the exquisite sounds of his lips colliding and his altered breathing made you so hot.

And that's when, as you let your body fall slightly, you felt his notorious, throbbing erection in your center, you were shocked, you didn't know whether to stop or continue but you didn't want to stop kissing him and you were getting more and more turned on. You separated, you saw his swollen, reddish lips and an expression on his face that you had never seen before, it was his usual look of tenderness combined with dark desire. Chan couldn't take it anymore and in a thick voice whispered:

“Should we continue this… or do you want to stop?”

You bit your lip, if you stopped there was nothing good in return, just you going to your apartment embarrassed and with your panties wet, yet you were so curious about what might happen if you didn't stop. You nodded and he looked at you confused.

“We should… continue” you sighed.

Chan smiled and kissed you again, running his hands down your back, this time under your blouse, unhooking your bra. You pulled away from him a little terrified and excited and let him remove your clothes, he brushed his lips down your neck until he reached your breasts where he sucked them hard, causing you to moan, but Chan wanted to make you feel so good that he was only going to focus on you and your pretty moans, so he had to take good care and treat your bottom area very well.

He pulled away from you and stared at you as he unbuttoned your shorts and then slid his big hand down and started stroking your clit over your panties with his long fingers. You gasped again, ecstatic and happy to be attended. You kissed again as between sighs you felt the satisfaction of his fingers rubbing your spot, you were enjoying it but it only made you wetter and needier and that Chan saw it reflected in your awkward but passionate kisses and your constant moans.

“C'mon sweetie, take off his shorts so I can touch you better” he whispered to you, “Gonna make you cum.”

With your breath hitching and heart racing, you heeded him, quickly standing up and removing your tiny shorts to sit on his lap again, this time your wet center feeling the stiffness of his cock. Chan gasped, you raised your ass a little and he wrapped his arm around your ass, sliding your folds aside with his hands and seeking your entrance, pulling the fabric of your panties aside, he stroked you a little, sliding all your wetness down your hole and inserted two of his slick, long fingers into your soft walls. You gasped, it felt so good to have your pussy filled.

“Oh, that's it dear, you feel so good, do you like it?” groaned Chan sweetly to you in a whisper which you whimpered in response.

Chan started to ram you with his fingers making you let out soft little whimpers, it felt so good, you could hear the wetness of your pussy being fucked, you were a little embarrassed to be so wet but you couldn't control it, your body was going crazy for Chan, as he enjoyed your sweet sounds coming out of your mouth and how choked his cock was in his denim shorts, he loved feeling the tightness inside you with the wetness of your pussy slipping on his fingers and, in a gasp and shudder, you felt your orgasm filling your body, spilling onto Chan's fingers and dripping onto his clothes.

You were beginning to feel ashamed, when you felt Chan's hands grip your waist tightly and cling to his cock as he bit his lip.

“Oh, you're so fucking sweet, c'mon” he moaned, moving your ass with his grip around his cock, squeezing it.

You turned on again in seconds and you understood everything, the heat of the moment took the best of you and you unbuttoned his shorts, being you now the one who put her hand in his crotch, feeling his wide hard cock over his boxers, you were surprised, you squeezed and caressed, trying to reach his tip but it was a bit difficult to which Chan helped you a bit to pull them down, finally seeing his prominent package and his dripping precum on his clothes.... once again you acted out of desire and lust and pulled down his underwear, revealing his member so highly visually appealing and large, you began to stroke it, and instantly turned to look at Chan, who was panting in pleasure. Once again you were so aroused, you wanted to do so many things but you just limited yourself to positioning his cock between your folds and start rubbing yourself on it, rubbing your soaking wet pussy through the feel of the fabric of your panties, while Chan revelled in the sensation with soft mmm's and you held tightly around his neck, and between kissing, fondling and Chan's stimulation of your breasts with his mouth, tongue and lips, the sizzling act brought you both to orgasm.

Both of your bodies trembled, Chan whimpered an “Oh, fuck” and you felt his throbbing sex and warm cum shoot between your folds.

Both of you had heavy breathing and suddenly you fell to realize what you had done, once again the heat now took over your cheeks and you tried to hide in Chan's neck; he smiled broadly and noticed your reaction.

“It's okay, princess, look at me, hey, it was beautiful, I loved it” he said sweetly, trying to get your attention.

You looked into his eyes in sorrow and he confessed in a whisper close to your lips, “Is it wrong that... I just met you but I feel I like you a lot? I'll take you on every cute date so we can get to know each other better.”

[...]

And so, after that night began a frantic story between you and your neighbor Chan, who was a little older than you and a mature man with his life and goals set, but he loved to do little things with you and help you and then have a fiery scene of making out and touching, you love to caress his hair every time you kissed him and he liked to help you in recording content and he would tell you how he was going to help you to offer you more work with recognized brands and, as days went by there was this afternoon, where he helped you and was there watching you recording, you were a little embarrassed but little by little you got used to it, and for some reason, your outfit consisted of a very short white plaid skirt, which drove Chan crazy in seconds.

He watched you attentively, sitting on your couch watching every little shot you made with your phone, you were completely dressed up while Chan was comfortable in his sportswear and black sleeveless shirt attached to his worked and muscular body, he was crazy about your short skirt revealing a little bit of your ass and how pretty you looked, while you were messed up seeing his biceps and marked pecs.

You finished recording your silly video, feeling embarrassed having Chan's heavy gaze on you the whole time as he smiled downwards at you and hugged one of your couch cushions, finally he stood up and walked over to you, unable to control his urges and placed his hands on your waist exposed by your short top. You raised your gaze slightly and smiled at him, he wordlessly moved closer to you to kiss you which you accepted by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“That little skirt is kind of dangerous, I feel lucky to see it on you before all your followers” Chan whispered to you, his hands moving down to your butt and squeezing it.

You were surprised and looked at him mischievously, and he surprised you again as he carried you by grabbing your ass and kissed you again, taking you a few steps to your room; for some reason you were aroused, and it was that particularly his strong arms with visible veins were doing in your arousal something, you hadn't had something sexual since that night in his apartment, you thought maybe it was time for something more.

Chan sat on your bed, leaving you on top of him, this time you kissed more passionately and desperately, both in the same synchrony and idea of what was about to happen, completely devoted to each other. And suddenly, you had the idea of tasting his cock. You smiled and lowered your kisses down to his neck, slowly you rolled off his lap and got on your knees between his legs, Chan licked his lips as he understood immediately and let you play with him a little as you slowly removed his shorts; Chan reflexively reached out his hand and it bumped into your camera on your bed, and a dirty idea occurred to him.

Chan grabbed your camera, turned it on and prepared to record, recording you making eye contact and finding it so fucking hot to him holding a camera at such a promising angle.

“Oh yeah, c'mon babygirl, suck my cock, is this your favorite YouTuber? She's a little fucking whore, look at…. ahh” Chan started to say but was cut off as he finally felt your mouth on his glans, “Mmm, she's taking my cock so well.”

You smiled with his cock in your mouth and began to suck him off, sucking his length to feel your tongue and cheeks, making him feel so good that he even gasped pitilessly.

You loved the feel of him, his big cock in your mouth while your hands caressed the rest of his member and from time to time you played with his balls, making Chan whimper and shudder, who at this point downplayed the camera in his hand and enjoyed live and direct the image of you on his cock, Chan stroked your hair, the muscles of his thighs trembled and in a sizzling whimper, Chan cum in your mouth.

You smiled happily, licking the cum from his length and swallowing every liquid deposited in you. Chan stroked your cheek for a few moments and gently motioned for you to stand up, then gently laid you down on the bed.

Once again, Chan held the camera and recorded the filthy process of lifting your skirt and removing your wet panties, finally getting a full shot of your soaking wet, throbbing pussy.

“Fuck” cursed Chan softly and aroused.

You looked so exquisite to him that he thought the camera didn't do you justice, you were a thousand times better in person. You watched him with desire and pleading eyes, inwardly begging to feel his big cock fill you with more.

“Take off your shirt” you whined, you wanted to see his abs.

Chan smiled arrogantly, he dropped the camera drop on your bed and obeyed your command, you bit your lip, you wanted him in missionary to have him close and touch his marked abs. Now, you were so needy. He took your camera again, with one hand he put your knees together and lifted them higher in the air, he stopped holding your legs and you left them like that, watching his dirty act of filming your pussy, Chan took his big cock and rubbed it on your pussy, making you gasp.

“What a fucking dirty slut, so ready to get fuck, isn't this y/n, your favorite little internet person, oh she's so fucking needy for my cock, aren't you, beautiful?”

You gasped as you felt his cock hit your vulva and then rub it through your folds and labia. Chan spread your legs again and finally entered you slowly and, capturing every scene of your tight hole stretching to make way for his cock.

You whimpered, slightly trembling and trying to adjust to his size, Chan sighed excitedly finally at the feel of you inside and began to fuck you slowly and recording a couple of moments, then throwing the camera back onto your bed and pulling his body closer to you, where he sweetly gave you kisses around your face as he rammed you moderately, sliding expertly into you.

“Faster, Chan” you begged, to which he smiled, more than happy to follow your commands.

You arched your back as you felt his strong, deep thrusts, filling your entire pussy to the deepest part of you, his tip brushing your cervix without issue due to his size and you felt your body fade beneath his. You entwined your legs around his waist and hugged him as he continued to ram your pussy hard, his warm moans in your ear.

You were so close, you hugged him tighter and your thighs gradually lost strength, trembling and falling into a deep orgasm at the sensation of his cock moving inside you. Chan continued for a while and finally cum inside you, relaxing his exhausted body a little on top of you.

He kissed your cheek sweetly, pulled away from you and, as a final shot, filmed his cock coming out of your hole as he was doing the perfect creampie scene.

Chan threw the camera back and moved closer to your tired body, showering your face with kisses, appreciating that you still had little traces of him around your mouth.

“I loved that, baby, that was so good” he whispered sweetly in your ear, "The little skirts on you drive me crazy."

[…]

The next day you set about starting to edit your videos and found yourself…. with the grotesque and silly footage Chan had made of you having sex, completely worthy of a homemade porn video, morbidly you watched it again, video shots moving, Chan shaking and his heavy breathing in the background, which turned you on a little, his comments in his thick voice, you sucking his cock and then him rubbing it in your pussy, shit, you were so horny, you couldn't help but watch in detail how good his cock looked for the camera, doing it complete justice, you had a very good camera after all.

You sighed totally aroused and almost as if by magic, there was a knock on your door, you paused the video, luckily at a part where Chan put the camera aside and your sheet was recorded. And you ran to your door knowing it was Chan, once you saw him you jumped into his arms, he laughed and returned the unexpected hug.

Chan had brought you flowers, you thanked him genuinely and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he was so sweet, you liked him so much but just now you needed him so much too. You quickly put his flowers in water and in a vase in the center of the counter.

“What were you doing, princess?” he asked you.

You decided to be honest and quick.

“I was editing my videos and came across what you shot yesterday, honestly I'm horny.”

Chan let out a chuckle at your honesty and walked over to you.

“And who am I to say no to you when you're like that?”

You bit your bottom lip as your smile got bigger, once again you kissed.

“Mm, you should watch the video later, you look so fucking good” you whispered to him between the small moments you parted.

“Fuck, I'm dying to see how I fuck you, but it's better to always live it up” he gasped, so needy with his throbbing cock.

You both headed back to your room, where Chan subtly motioned you to sit on your bed and, he with no time to waste, lifted up your little wool pajama top to reveal your breasts and pulled down your tiny shorts you were wearing altogether, he knelt between your legs and began to give hot and loud kisses down your belly all the way down to your mons pubis, he quickly got rid of your panties, and spread your legs to give him a better view of your pussy.

You were so aroused at his slightest movement, Chan smiled at the image of your exposed pussy and murmured, “I'm going to make you feel so good, princess.”

And, for the first time in your encounters, he directed his mouth to your pussy, gently caressing your clit with one finger, making you gasp and shudder at the sensation of his mouth on your cunt.

Chan licked the entire length of your folds, unashamed and totally satisfied with your taste, you were getting wetter and wetter, giving more and more way for Chan to enjoy your soaking wet pussy with delicious slurping sounds, you gasped and let your head fall back, completely yielding and pleased. You looked back at Chan, whose face was buried in your pussy, his big nose bumping against your labia and his tongue licking every taste in you; you bit your lip and stroked his hair, Chan made eye contact with you, he was enjoying it so much that he would end up cumming in his pants without any trouble merely with the feel of your soft wet pussy in his mouth.

With his free hand Chan began to fondle your breasts, completely ecstatic with pleasuring you, giving your sweet whimpers in response, which encouraged him more and more. Chan bit your labia softly, licked and sucked and, withdrew his hand from your breasts, to lean a little and separate your orifice, appreciating how needy it was, to then insert his tongue and feel your insides, you gasped more intensely, relaxing your body completely and, after an exquisite series of movements on your pussy with his mouth, you came to orgasm, panting loudly and seeing stars, Chan had eaten your pussy so fucking well.

Chan was also so close and cursed under his breath as he felt cum in his pants as he savored your sweet, glistening fluid from your orgasm.

He raised his face, and saw you, both of you happy, your chest rising and falling trying to settle down normal, him licking his mouth still with your taste, but Chan's smile was instantly wiped off, he recognized the sound of the door perfectly, his apartment sounded the same, he stood up quickly alerted.

“Did you hear that? Someone came in, are you expecting someone?”

You looked at him confused and instantly remembered, your mother and sister were coming to visit you, you had arranged it days ago on the phone and you had already warned the doorman to always let your mother and sister in up to your apartment. You closed your legs immediately and hurriedly pulled up your panties and shorts, your heart racing. Chan also stood up quickly and headed towards your bathroom as you frantically motioned for him to go in there.

You came out with a smile, brushing your hair a little.

“Heeey” you greeted.

“Where were you?” said your mother going to hug you.

You felt a little dirty, a few minutes ago you had an incredible orgasm leaving a mess. Suddenly your mother heard a noise in the bathroom.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked.

“My… neighbor” you replied to which your sister smiled broadly, “the toilet wasn't working right and he wanted to fix it.”

“Oh, honey, but why him, is he a plumber? Let me see what's wrong with…” mentioned your mother ready to go to the bathroom but noticed your sister's complicit look, “Why are you looking at each other like that…? Is he the boy Kaia told me about?”

“Chan is here?” your sister asked smiling.

“You told mom about him?” was all you could say.

Your sister knew nothing of your encounters, really the last thing she knew about Chan was when he showed up in the hallway. With embarrassed steps, you made your way to the bathroom, opening the door carefully where a shy Chan stepped out, his face and hands clean.

“Is… the bathroom ready?” you asked him, waiting for him to catch on to what he did instantly.

“Ah yes, it was nothing really.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm Bang Chan, nice to meet you” he introduced himself to your mother who smiled at him and received the gesture.

Still your mother was no fool, she knew immediately that the two of you were up to something, or maybe you were in the middle of something. Your embarrassed faces gave both you and Chan away.

“Hi, Chan” greeted Kaia, looking mischievously at him knowing that he was also there with you for something and that the bathroom was just an excuse.

He greeted her shyly and your sister's attention focused on your laptop on the counter, she approached the laptop animatedly,

“Ohhh, you're editing a new video, what's it about?”

You panicked and ran to close your laptop, causing her surprise and confusion, if she pressed play she was about to see the pornographic home video of you and Chan. You almost dry salivated, so terrified.

“It's a very important and secret video” you replied, sketching a smile and looking quickly towards Chan.

It was kind of weird, but you had to explain that you were in a way, dating him.

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HIDE 'N' SEEK CHASEY.

➳ request: Can i request hc for free! asahi, rin, sousuke, natsuya, haru, where reader is actually their crush and suddenly confess to them but reader expect them to reject her anyway and just run away after confessing. What are they gonna do about the situation Thank you

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, matsuoka rin, yamazaki sousuke, shiina asahi, kirishima natsuya

➳ warnings: confessions, various states of confusion

➳ notes: this just sounds like something i would do and yet, i haven't somehow

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

he would actually die on the hill of not telling you he likes you

but at least you reciprocate and you told him instead

he didn't get to respond though, cause you ran away as soon as you were done telling him

and you left him standing there like ._. and then made him nervous because now he has to find you to tell you (nod at you)

he mopes in the bath that night because he doesn't wanna tell you but he also really likes you

makoto has to be a wingman for a bit and guide him to you to tell you he likes you too

"i like you, too..." he mumbled, averting his gaze to look anywhere but at your face. you blinked owlishly at him before breaking out into a large grin. "oh, that's a relief, i was scared you'd reject me so i just ran." haru cracked a small smile in return, sending you into a spiral because it was such a rare sight and it's directed at you. he nodded his head to the school gates and held a pinky out for you to link your own with as you head home. "thanks for telling me. i wouldn't have said anything otherwise," he said flatly. "typical," you joked, opting to hold his hand properly instead of holding pinkies.

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

bright red shark man after you confess your love and make a run for it

probably chases after you but gives you a solid 30 second head start cause he's in shock

will eventually find you and hug you to stop you but probably ends up pushing both of you to the ground

he'll yell his confession to you and not get off the floor just to make sure you won't run away again

sousuke probably has this on film and will play it if you ever marry because he thinks its hysterical

rin wants him to delete it and will be asking until the end of the world

"wait!" he yelled breathlessly, sprinting after you as fast as his legs could take him. "you didn't let me respond!" you turned around with a frown. you thought you'd managed to escape in time... "what- AGH!" his body slammed into yours and knocked you to the ground. your book bag spilled your school supplies all over the path and you secretly prayed no one would step on them. "i like you, too!" "don't yell at me, i can hear you when you're in my face," you pouted.

── 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄.

that audio with the loud ass "huh??" over and over again is what's goin on in this man's head

he will stand there like a minecraft man waiting for everything to load properly

you're long gone by the time he registers what happened and he'll lay awake at night thinking about it

will come find you in secret because he doesn't want samezuka swim team to bully him

also he wants to gatekeep you-

he wants you all to himself when he finally finds you again to tell you he likes you as well

"hey." you turned from your locker to see sousuke standing beside you, leaning on the wall. "hi," you responded, about to sling your bag over your shoulder until he offered his hand to take it for you. "you don't have to." "i want to." "if you insist..." you mumbled, letting him take your bag and walk you out of school. "i like you, too, by the way," he added nonchalantly. "start with that next time," you said, nudging him in the side with your elbow.

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈.

screams after you've run away and chases after you relatively fast

the whole school thinks you guys are insane because why is he chasing you like you're in primary school??

will also scream his feelings for you in front of everyone which is probably part of why you ran in the first place-

he's so hype, he's gonna take you on a date RIGHT NOW

and his family are happy that y'all are finally together because he wouldn't shut up about you

but also he might talk about you even more ._.

"stop, come back!" he cries, ditching his bag to lessen the weight as he sprints after you. you don't look back as you keep running, hoping to avoid public embarrassment. "i like you back!" he yells. "don't yell it for everyone to hear!" you whined, slowly coming to a stop and sitting on a bench to catch your breath. "but it got you to stop," he reasoned, sitting beside you and putting his hands behind his head. "i thought you were gonna reject me, i wanted to escape that shame but now you've embarrassed both of us," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "oh."

── 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀.

he would catch your wrist before you could run away, man's got fast reflexes

cut to that boyish ass grin he had in the high speed movie because dude is so happy

but a little bit mad cause he wanted to say it first

will tease you a bit for trying to run though, so you should stay far away from him after he's said his piece

he won't let you forget that you tried to run before he could say anything

has this day documented to remind you of your mistakes

"oi, where do you think you're going, huh?" his hand encased your wrist as you turned to run. "didn't even let me respond, damn." you sheepishly turned around and your gaze fixed onto his hand that refused to release your wrist. "just reject me and get it over with," you sighed. "what? nah, i like you, too. why would i reject you?" he wondered, ruffling his fluffy hair. "i don't know, i thought you didn't like me," you mumbled. "was gonna avoid the embarrassment." "you were gonna avoid a boyfriend," he teased, turning you around so he could sling an arm over your shoulders.

[weirdsht]

Die With A Smile - Cale/Reader

a/n: yes it's from the new lady gaga and bruno mars song. I noticed how reader always seems to be on the dying side in my fics so...

oh and I cried to the point of dehydration when I wrote this lol

tags: reader gender not specified, angst, tragedy, injuries, possibility of death, open ending

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read pinned)

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Cale Henituse is such a selfish person. 

He continues to make unreasonable demands even when in this crucial moment.

Can’t he see the tears streaming down your face? Can’t he feel the sadness and grief overtaking your entire being?

Can’t he tell that his the reason why you’re in this state?

He probably could. His Cale Henituse after all, the ever so intelligent commander. The young master that can ensure everyone’s survival even in the direst situations.

Everyone but his.

And that’s why his so so selfish.

“Are you really telling me what to do after you’re gone?”

You cried as you felt his weak hand caress your cheeks. His hands are soft, pampered. Unlike his hands when he was Kim Rok Soo; rough and calloused. Not that it mattered much.

As long as it was him, the man you loved, it didn’t matter what his hand felt on your skin.

Cale Henituse chuckled lightly as if nothing was wrong. As if it was just a normal day in the underground villa where the two of you are lazing around.

It made you wish that Raon was here to smack some sense into him.

But alas he wasn’t. In fact, no one was around. It was just the two of you. No Raon, no Choi Han, no Eruhaben, no Rosalyn.

No way out of this damned cave.

“Stop laughing! I’m not joking!”

You couldn’t help but shout at him. You’re hands working hard to wipe every blood that comes out of his mouth, his eyes, his ears, his… 

His…

You can’t tell where the blood is coming from anymore. 

His blood-soaked hand continued to caress your cheek. Blood smearing everywhere, but you didn’t care. You can’t when you can feel his hand growing colder with each stroke.

Your lover was so selfish.

Oh so so so selfish.

“We’re both injured you dipshit.”

“You have a higher chance of survival than me. I made sure of it.”

Despite everything, he still thought of you. Yet he failed to think of what you would be if he were gone. Never considered how grey your world would become without his unprompted snarky remarks.

“Is this your payback for me dying back on Earth?”

You laid down beside him. The ground was hard as you already sacrificed every piece of clothing you both had to make Cale comfortable. Everything was quiet and peaceful. If it weren’t for the fact that both of you were injured you would have relished in it.

“Maybe… perhaps I wanted you to know how I felt that day– Agh! Fuck it hurts!”

Cale tried to joke but was cut off because his entire body shook with pain once more.

Trying to ease his pain, you held his hand. Squeezing it as you felt your own injuries hurt and throb. Both of you found solace in each other in this dark cave.

“How are your injuries? Especially the one on your side?”

The redhead inquired as he felt your hold tightened. He was probably in so much more pain than you are. But still… still, he insists on prioritizing you.

“Better than your plate could ever be.”

You omitted the part where your side is still profusely bleeding. He didn’t need another stressor when he was already one foot on death’s door.

Turning over to your side hurt, especially since you’re now crushing your wound. But you did it, just so you could stare at his face for probably the last time in this life.

“I know that it’s bleeding. I’m not dumb, lie on your back.”

Silence lingered in the cave as you said nothing. It was enough to tell Cale that you’re not gonna follow.

For what felt like hours, the two of you simply held each other’s hand. Racing to see who will give in the their injuries first.

Cale rested his forehead on yours. It felt magnetic, or maybe that was just the sticky blood. You aren’t so sure, but it felt comforting.

That was until he opened his mouth once more.

“Hey what if I pass over my ancient powers—”

“Don't you fucking dare.”

Both of you could barely speak, yet here you are still arguing.

It reminded you of all the times the two of you bickered over the smallest things.

Then it reminded you of how this was probably the last time you would be able to do so.

Cale seems to have a similar line of thoughts as he shuts up once more. A faint smile was visible on his face, probably remembering the times you spent together.

You squeezed his arm as black spots began dancing around your vision. They looked tempting, they looked like they could relieve the pain you were feeling.

But you resisted, if Cale was fighting then you’re fighting too.

“Hey…”

Cale Henituse started again after a few minutes.

“I don’t like this pain anymore…”

“You never liked pain…”

The love of your life chuckled because it was true. His chuckle was weak, almost lifeless. You tried to laugh too but couldn’t for you know the implication of those words.

Cale Henituse is reaching his limits.

And honestly, you were reaching yours too.

But you didn’t like that. You want for the both of you to live, to get out of this hellish place together.

“...I don’t like this pain anymore too.”

“See… I told you haha…”

You had no choice but to admit it. You don’t know what will happen after this. Cale said he ensured for you to have a higher chance of survival but it’s been hours. It’s a miracle none of you have dropped dead yet.

Removing your forehead from Cale’s you lifted yourself a little. It was so that you could kiss him.

Again, for possibly the last time in this lifetime.

You used the strength you didn’t have to land that one last kiss. Both of you are weak, but passion dominates the kiss. As if each of you were trying to put in the last of your vitality in this kiss. Trying to give it to the other person so they can live longer.

“I love you.”

“You’re my everything.”

Cale and you simultaneously muttered as the kiss broke. You laid back down once more to try and ease the pain that flared up over your little stunt.

Everything hurts, there’s a puddle of blood underneath the two of you, Cale was slowly losing consciousness.

But the two of you had smiles on your faces.

Because the two of you got to experience your last moments in each other's arms.

That was better than dying alone in this cold and dark cave that held you hostage.

However, tears fell from your eyes as you witnessed Cale desperately blinking to stay awake. It was finally sinking in that at least one of you might die here.

Both of you might die here.

There were still so many things the two of you didn’t do. Both of you had promised to take the children on another shopping spree next week. You promised Lock and the other wolf children that you would teach them some martial arts you learned back on Earth. Cale promised Choi Han that they would replenish the flowers in the cemetery in Harris Village.

Though that last one might turn into Choi Han having to lower flowers for both of you.

“My love… my dearest…”

You were so weak that you couldn’t continue your words. But Cale didn’t need words for he could understand you from your breath alone, and you from his.

“Don’t… cry…”

How dare he have the nerve to say that when there are tears streaming down his face too?

Cale used the very last of his strength to bring your joined hands towards his lips. It was his last act of comfort. His last act of love.

“I love… y ou… I’ll… al way s  will…”

With that Cale Henituse’s eyes closed. His hand still holding onto yours. Still pressed against his almost blue lips.

“I… I lo ve… you too…”

Then you followed suit.

As you closed your eyes you think you could hear desperate screams break the silence in the cave. Desperate and anxious screams that oddly sounded like Eruhaben. Then mixed in it are tensed orders from someone who sounded similar to Alberu.

But you didn’t have any strength left to check if you were hallucinating. So you closed you eyes and gave into the abyss waiting to comfortably embrace you.

“...CALE!”

You shouted the moment you woke up. You think you sat up but you weren’t sure. Too disoriented from your injuries and painkillers. 

You think you could feel hands trying to make you lie back down again but you weren’t sure. Even if you were, you didn’t care.

Ignoring the hands trying to subdue you, you tried to feel around for Cale. There were bandages covering your eyes, you realise just now. It seemed like you’re lying down on a bed as it felt soft.

But those weren’t the things you were looking for.

“Cale!? Where’s Cale!?”

You shouted, despair and anguish evident in your voice. There’s a bunch of textures you can feel. Lots of scents you could smell. Tons of voices you could hear.

However, none of them were Cale’s.

Not a single one of them felt like your lover’s.

[inkykodo]

Obedience and Punishment

Warning: This smut is intended for AMAB readers, this smut also contains Rough sex, Degrading, Cock warming, Breeding kink Miguel and a few other kinks I don't even know the name of but I'm sure its in there so BE ADVISED!!

Word Count 2.7k words

Another Dom!Miguel x sub!Male reader cus why not lol

During an intense chase for Miles Morales, You and the rest of the spider people chase after him. Miguel sends out orders to catch him by any means and by all costs. You lurk by the shadows and follow him, Miles thinks he's alone therefore he lets his guard down. it was easy pouncing on him and pinning him down. Miles looks frightened and stressed. Taking pity at the poor kid you decide to let him go. after all, he was just a teenager wanting to save his dad from dying. you also lost someone close when you were around his age and it took a long time to process that; let alone recover from it. wanting not to let the young boy be burdened of letting his dad die you chose to give him another chance.

When Miguel finds out what you did he was pissed. not in a way that he broods and puts his hands on his hips while he stays in his empty office. He was beyond angry, he was throwing shit around and yelling on the top of his lung. "GET ME (y/n), NOW!" He yells an order at the spider people, the tension in the room worsening as you enter his office. "Miguel? what's this? you're throwing a temper tantrum now?" Miguel stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns his head at you. "everyone out now." Miguel says in a cold and stern tone while the rest of the spider people leave immediately. "What is it now Miguel?" You say in an unamused and deadpanned manner while crossing your arms. "you let Miles Morales go didn't you?" Miguel's eyes were bloodshot and his veins were at the verge of popping.

His voice was deep and intimidating yet controlled and calm. the way he speaks slowly approaches you in a calm manner makes your skin crawl as his talons slowly flex while awaiting your answer. "He was just a kid Miguel he-" Miguel cuts you off mid sentence as he violently lunges at you and slams you to the ground, his weight crushing your whole body, the mass of his very muscle directly pressing directly against your tiny frame. "Don't be mad at me Miguel! Miles is just a kid!" Miguel growls and slams you again with such force it felt like a whole ton was dropped on you. making you wince in pain "agh!" You let out a heavy grunt as Miguel's arm slowly crushes your chest.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do," Miguel snarls, his eyes practically glowing with unbridled rage. "Miles is an anomaly, and he deserves to be contained. And you, you're just as bad for aiding in his escape."

He looms over you, his breath hot and heavy against your face. You can practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

"I won't let you go and risk him escaping again," he says, grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head. "Maybe if you had been loyal to me instead of helping an anomaly, we could have avoided this." Miguel's talons dig into your bare skin. it was painful but he didn't care, he only wanted to punish you hard enough you wont even think twice when he asks you to do something.

"Miles is just a kid Miguel! for fuck's sake give him a break! knowing that he's not even supposed to be a spider man and his dad might die is enough punishment for him!" You defend Miles Morales with all your strength, your hand gripping Miguel's strong and firm arms trying to prevent him from squishing you completely. "Shut your damn mouth." Miguel spat bitterly, he ties your hands up and shoots a spider web at your mouth silencing you and muffling your tiny voice. You squirm and struggle but Miguel's organic silk is too strong. Miguel chuckles as he gets up and watches you shift on the floor like a bug that's been tipped on its back. "Traitors need to be taught a lesson" Miguel's lips curl into a devious grin, he stares you down; his towering stature making you look like a speck of dust against him. As Miguel eyes your body down his eyes widen and he places a finger on his chin as if an idea popped into his head. Miguel grabs you by your waist effortlessly and places you down by this desk, your chest pressed against the wooden table; your lower body exposed while your legs and arms are bound. Miguel smacks your ass which induces a muffled moan from you, Miguel watches as your plump ass jiggles in front of him. He grabs a handful of your ass, his talons ripping apart your suit revealing your bare ass to him.

A smirk tugged at his face as he sees your rear in front of him, his eyes that was once fueled with rage now turned into one that resembles lust and desire. You try to kick him off but your efforts were futile as he dodges it with ease. he grabs your legs and spreads them. your entrance reveals itself as he forces your legs wide open. "You're quite the fighter," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But you're no match for me." Miguel's chuckle echoes through the room, deep and husky just enough to send shivers down your spine. He grabs your waist and turns you on your back. he removes the webs on your feet with ease and puts your thighs on his shoulders. "But you know what?" he murmured, his voice almost intimate. "I like a challenge." He places soft kisses against your thigh, his fangs grazing against your skin. His sharp canines threatening to pierce and cut your skin. Miguel's hands roams your sensitive body, feeling every curve and slopes of your smooth skin; Miguel suddenly presses his knee against your ass and balls making you squirm and making your cock twitch "mmmph! mm!" you say muffled with the spiderweb still on you mouth. You stare daggers at Miguel but that didn't stop him, he wanted to go even further

Miguel chuckled darkly as he felt you squirming beneath him, his body pressing even harder against yours.

"Your body betrays you," he murmured, his hands roaming even lower. "You might be fighting me now, but your cock is already hard and ready for me."

He dug his knee even harder into your backside, making you squirm even more. He loved the feeling of power it gave him, knowing that he had you completely at his mercy.

"But don't worry," he continued, his lips ghosting over your ear once again. "I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel things you can't even imagine. I'll teach you a lesson you will never forget." Miguel leans dangerously close against your neck, his fangs protruded and visible; He opens his mouth as if to bite you, you squirm and shake in fear as you watch his fangs prick your skin but instead he licks your neck, tasting your supple skin. The sensation of his warm tongue on your neck makes you tremble in relief. Miguel murmurs against your flushed complexion, "all you need to know is that I'm in charge. And I'm not going to let anyone threaten the safety of this multiverse."

He pulls away from you, admiring the sight of your beaten and half-naked body. "You look so good like this," he says, his eyes dark with desire. "All helpless and at my mercy."

Without another word Miguel leans in to kiss you, the warm exchange of his tongue brushing against yours makes you moan in pleasure. As he grinds his hips against yours, you can feel the hard length of his bulge pressing against your own. He's big, much bigger than any man you've ever been with, and you can't help but feel both excited and scared at the same time. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his lips just inches away from yours. "You like feeling my cock pressed against yours, like this" He presses his cock harder against yours, his shaft squishing your balls; this sudden sensation makes you groan and squirm instantaneously.

He presses even harder against you, his body pinning you to the desk as he grinds his hips against yours. You can feel the emanating heat and hardness of his cock, and it's driving you mad with desire.

"Now, submit to me," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll spare you." You can feel your tense body start to slowly relax. You look into Miguel's eyes that looks like a furnace fueled by his desire to ravage you and swallow you whole. With that you nod slowly while breathing heavily through your nose.

Miguel smirks as he watches your body react to his touch, your cock hardening beneath the torn fabric of your suit.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips just inches away from yours.

With a flick of his wrist, he breaks the webbing holding your wrists up, allowing you to move your hands freely. He guides one of your hands down to his hard cock, urging you to touch him.

"Feel how hard I am?" he growls, his eyes locked with yours. "Feel how much I need you?"

He reaches down, teasing your cock through the fabric of your suit as he continues to grind his hips against you. "Now show me what you can do." your hands graze against his firm dick, Miguel's warm and veiny cock throbs against the palm of your hand. You move lower touching the tip covered by his foreskin, You slowly peel it back and reveal the slit of his member dripping with precum.

Miguel groans as he feels your hands wrap around his cock, his body shuddering with pleasure as you explore every inch of his erection. When your fingers finally reach his tip, he can't help but let out a low growl of desire.

As you peel back his foreskin, he hisses as the cool air hits the head of his cock, causing it to throb with anticipation. The sight of his precum dribbling down your fingers only serves to heighten his desire for you.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his hips bucking against your hand. "Don't tease me like that."

He takes your hand and guides it back to his cock, urging you to stroke him harder and faster. "That's it," he murmurs. "Just like that. Make me feel good." Miguel snarls while leaning his head back, He sighs and groans as you stroke it faster; you can feel his legs tense up knowing he's close to the edge, you abruptly stop deciding to play with him.

Miguel's eyes glint with anger as he feels you stop pumping his dick, his entire body tensing with frustration.

"Don't fucking test me," he growls, his hands grasping your shoulders tightly. "You don't want to know what happens when you make me angry."

He grabs a handful of your hair and tugs your head backward, his hips grinding against your hand. His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your flesh.

"You're mine," he murmurs, his lips just inches away from your ear. "You always have been, and you always will be."

With a flick of his wrist, he tears your suit further, exposing even more of your bare skin. "And now, I'm going to take what's mine."

Miguel violently tears off the webbing from your mouth, but before you can speak his tongue invades your mouth. now your mouth is completely filled with his, the heated exchange felt like forever; your head started to feel hazy while Miguel kept constant pressure on your lips making sure you wont escape his grasp. finally, he pulls away a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. The room just got plenty hotter, you catch your breathe while wiping away the rope of saliva hanging from your lips. As if you just ran a marathon, your breathing became labored Miguel laughs in satisfaction, "that was just a kiss and you already look worked up" His eyes glued at your swollen lips and exposed body. "Prepare yourself boy, I wasn't even starting yet" Without wasting a second he presents his pulsating cock before you, urging you to start doing your job. "now... where were we?" Finally, you take him inside your warm mouth; your tongue swirls around his tip making him groan in pleasure, he grabs your head and plays with your hair as you suck him off.

Miguel's eyes roll back in pleasure as you take him into your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch of his aching shaft. He leans back against the desk, his hands gripping your hair tightly as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groans, his hips bucking against your face as you feast on him. "You really know how to work me."

He moans again as you stroke his base, eliciting even more precum to spill from his cock. "More," he murmurs. "I need more."

With a low growl, he grips your head tightly, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. "That's it," he hisses. "More." You continue to take him inside your mouth. every inch of his girth occupying your throat; his length pressing against your tongue, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pressing against your chin.

He leans in, his lips just inches away from yours as he towers over you. "You think you're so strong," he hisses. "But you're nothing compared to me."

With that, he grabs you roughly, pulling you up from the floor as he presses his body against yours. His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your flesh as he asserts his dominance over you. "And now," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to submit to me, whether you like it or not." He moves his hands lower, teasing your crotch through the torn fabric of your suit. "And I can feel how much you want me," he growls. "Don't even try to deny it."

With one swift motion he inserts his finger inside you soft anal walls, his long and rough fingers stretching you out one by one. with every digit making you more and more loose for him; he then slowly inserts his tip inside you; starting slow at first, with caution and care but shortly after that you can see his lips turn into a malicious grin as he rams his whole length inside with wild abandon. he leans down, trailing hot, wet kisses along your neck and chest as he prepares to take you to a level you have never been before. Taking the opportunity, Miguel sees you in a cock drunk state with that in mind he sees that as a chance to start establishing a rhythm. He moves faster and faster, his hips slamming into yours with a power that leaves you gasping. "And you're going to come for me," he hisses. "You're going to come so hard, you won't even know your own name." Miguel focuses his attention to your hard and dripping cock, he slowly starts to stroke it with the same pace as his thrusting. Your body quivers and shakes with pleasure as Miguel over stimulates you; without another second you start to feel something erupting from your core. "yeah... that's it lose control" Miguel continues to pound your poor and beaten up rear, his thrusts now getting sloppier but rougher making sure to reach the deepest part of your sensitive spots.

"Miguel ah-" you try to formulate words but before doing so you finally reach your peak and orgasm. Your whole body quickly tenses up along with your soft anal walls squeezing down on Miguel's dick; you tilt your head back and let out the most ear splitting moan. "Mmm... that's it fuck-" With one final thrust Miguel buries his dick inside you as deep and as far as possible making sure your guts would be painted in his thick white-hot cream. Miguel doesn't pull out just yet, he leaves his cock inside you to make sure your guts remember him the next time you decide to be disloyal to your leader. "look at you, already on the brink of passing out" Miguel grabs your throat and starts to slowly thrust again, the seed in your gut slowly spilling out as his huge dick pushes everything out. "We're not done just yet" Miguel's deep and husky voice resonating fear and anticipation within your heart as he positions your legs above your head and starts to pound and blow the living shit out of your ass. You know this wont be the last time he treats you like this, his hard and rough touches scorches your mind as he fucks you deep into the night without any signs of stopping.

[crazy-only]

❤︎ sweet!top!max touching you for the first time. ❤︎

assignments: sweet!top!max x fem!reader

preface: omg this man is so goddamn fine you will definitely see more imagines and smut regarding him in the future!

“wait! agh, that tickles!” you shout as max chases you around his hotel room, eager to tickle your over sensitive neck again.

max only laughs, finally cornering you against the crook of two walls. “whatcha going to do now? hm?”

you can’t help but automatically squeeze your thighs at his sexy voice. it felt so wrong getting turned on by your friend’s remark but who wouldn’t?!

you pretend like you aren’t soaking and say, “fuck you.”

max notices the subtle signs, and sighs, leaning against the wall with a hand. “if you want it, you’re going to have to ask a little nicer, sweetheart.”

your eyes widen and you try to escape the cage of his broad arms, though he quickly shuts down your attempt with a single arm around your waist. you flail and kick in the air as max only laughs, whispering into your ear, “why are you so cute?”

“let. me. go!”

“before i do, let me ask you a question.” max smiled and asked into your ear, “do you like me?”

you shrunk in his arm and, defeated, mumbled, “you looser.”

he sat you down on the couch, crouching down so he was on his knees in front of you. “i’ve never heard a confession like yours,” he pat your head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “but you’re cute, so i’ll give you a pass.”

you mumbled something under your breath and max only rested his elbows on your thighs. “y/n.” he grabbed your face and forced you to meet his eyes. “i like you too.”

your cheeks became even redder, suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself. you twirled your fingers, anxious. “you’re so cheesy.”

“is this the treatment i deserve after winning the monaco grand prix for you?” he ruffled your hair like you were a child but you finally cracked.

without thinking too much, you grabbed your friend by the collar and crushed your lips onto his. you didn’t really have much experience but you didn’t care. you just wanted max so bad.

he chuckled in the kiss, letting you taste his lips as he tugged your hips to close the distance, making you squeal cutely.

“m-max.”

he hummed in response, moving his lips to your neck and left soft kisses, making you whine.

“mmaxxx.”

“yes, princess?”

“can i be—fuckkk—can i be your, uh, girlfriend?” you squeezed out between moans and whines.

max leaned back, peering into your dazed eyes. “thought you’d never ask.” he pressed a kiss into your lips. “but yes, my answer is yes.”

you roll your eyes, ruffling his hair. “so cocky.”

“hm? what? you wanted to see my cock?” max joked, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

you squeeled as your boyfriend dropped himself on top of you, supporting himself with his forearms so you weren’t crushed by his muscle.

“ok.”

max’s eyes widened. “what?”

“i want to see it,” you mumbled, eyes down at his shirt, “i want to see your dick.”

max was taken aback, saying, “who knew my baby was this horny?”

you punched his chest, finally looking into his dark eyes. “are you scared?”

his pupils were blown-out at this point. he only shook his head, saying, “i think you’re going to be the scared one.”

you pursed your lips, a bit embarrassed. “if you don’t want to it’s okay. i guess it’s a bit earl—“

max didn’t let you finish, instead kissing you on the lips, then moving down to brush his lips on your collarbones, slowly going to remove your shirt. “is this okay, baby?”

you nodded. “please.”

leaving you shirtless in your bra, max gasped, immediately burying himself in your tits. “mm, feels s’good.”

“simp.”

“says the one with the rapid heartbeats.”

you only shoved his head lower.

he followed your hints, moving to kiss your thighs, scrunching your skirt at the hips. “so needy for me, hm?”

“shut up,” you moaned as max hit all the right spots on your sensitive skin, making his way to your pussy.

“hmm.” max paused, looking up at you with playful eyes. “i don’t think my baby will get what she wants with those rude words.”

your eyes widened. a bit delirious from his kisses you say, “wait—no! shit, sorry please please max.”

he continued to kiss your thighs, rubbing circles onto your hips with his hands. “please what, y/n?”

“need you. need you to touch me down there.”

and not able to wait anymore, max groaned and licked a long stripe up your clothed pussy, making you moan. “tastes so good, mmmm.”

your thighs automatically close around his head making max chuckle. he holds your legs apart with his strong arms and goes to town on your pussy, licking the fabric and making you feel so good with that nose of his.

“mmm, maaxxx.”

he hums, making vibrations against your sensitive area. he grabs your awkward hands and places them onto his hair, giving you something to hold on to.

and after a few minutes of teasing max rips your panties, taking in the view of your pussy.

“shit, so fucking wet for me.”

you become embarrassed, looking away at the wall.

“hey, baby. eyes down here,” max says in between kitten licks, the feeling going straight to your core. “need you to see how wet i make this pussy get.”

you moan as he sends his tongue through your hole, your legs jerking uncontrollably at the foreign yet amazing feeling. he likes what effect his long tongue has on you so he continues to fuck you with it, holding your jolting hips down.

you moan and whine, pressing his head down so you can grind against his face.

max looks up, trying to memorize the erotic scene of you losing control and giving into your desires. “fuck, baby. so fucking hot, shit.” max could feel his pants getting tighter.

“mmore.” you tug on his hair, causing for him to groan. “pleaseeee.”

your boyfriend groans, literally having to unzip his jeans at his insane erection you caused him to have.

“fuck, princess. y’sure?”

“please please please, daddyyyy,” you beg, trying to drag him up by his strong biceps so you can get closer to his dick.

his eyes widen and he tugs off his shirt in one movement, stepping out of his jeans in record time.

he needs to hear that nickname from your mouth again or he’ll think he had imagined it.

“again, baby. tell daddy what you want.”

you whined, tracing his abs as he towered over your comparably small frame. “dadddyyy, pleaseee. need you inside me!”

you dragged his hand down to your pussy and started grinding on it in hopes of getting some friction.

max, a deer in headlights at your sudden action, snapped out of it and took off his boxers, letting his dick spring out.

your eyes widened.

“fuck.”

maybe you should be scared. because holy crap was he going to fit?

“what my princess wants, she gets.”

you go down to brush your fingertips on his dick and he shivers, shutting his eyes at the surprise contact. “mm, fuck, y/n. n-no warning?”

you smirk and run a finger up a prominent vein, seeing his breathing increase.

“fuckin’ tease,” he murmurs, licking up the column of your neck, causing your legs to shiver.

you wrap your legs around his hips—holy shit his body’s so defined!—and pout.

“please!”

with a grin and raised eyebrows, max rubs his dick against your entrance, watching as your eyes flutter closed.

and, without waiting, he forces his dick down your hole, moaning at the tight grip you have on him. you yelp.

“s-so tight.”

you can only whine in response, back arching at the beautiful feeling of his girthy dick inside of you. max soon starts giving you soft strokes, making sure your pussy can handle his size.

“meant for me. pussy’s meant for me and me only,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping your earlobe as he begins to fuck you a bit stronger but still sensual.

“yes, you! you only, daddy,” you pant out, gripping his strong shoulders for support, nails digging into his skin.

and like dogs in heat, max and you start going faster, skin slapping loud enough for your neighbors to hear. you try and meet every thrust of his, but you know there’s no need because he’s just so strong and can fuck you perfectly himself.

“mm—should’a done this sooner. fuck.”

you whine in agreement as max’s fingers goes down to run against your clit. you tug his head down and kiss him hard, letting his tongue dominate your mouth.

“maxxxx, feels s’good.”

he grunts, fucking you harder and making you moan even louder. “i know baby. need you with my kids.”

you bite his bottom lip. “and. who gave. you permis—sion,” you say in between pants.

he laughs. “say that again and see where it gets you.”

you moan and clench around his dick. max curses.

“fuck, baby. such a slut getting tight at my dirty words, hm? fucking whore.”

tears are falling down your eyes at the sheer pleasure this man is giving you, never failing to hit your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. his dirty words just make everything even more pleasurable.

“g-gonna cum!” you shout.

max pounds into you harder, the hardest you’ve ever felt before.

“yes! yesss! just like that daddy, fuck!”

“fucking cum for me, girl,” he grunts out, sucking on your nipples.

you feel your release come sweetly as max continues to thrust into you, relentlessly, until your tight hole makes him cum as well. both of you guys are moaning messes as you forget what your names were.

you could’ve sworn you saw pink hearts as max, balls deep into you, mutters, “shit y/n. going to keep you forever.”

[mqonlighting]

spideypool thoughts because i am back in my sm/dp phase and loving every goddamn second of it !!

- something about the way their dynamic is actually healthy??? yeah no FUCK the i-can-change-him idea, but rather the I-CAN-CHANGE-FOR-HIM idea??? obsessed and I love it in terms of spideypool

- i am ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN for the legendary fics where spidey gets jealous of himself and is left in a state of pure shock about it whenever wade’s swooning over his latest crush peter parker like SOMETHING ABOUT IT IS SO PETER OF PETER TO DO AND ITS FUNNY AND MAKES FOR A DELICIOUS IDENTITY REVEAL

- coming up to the topic of identity reveals I have a LOT to say about them, first of all I find them so important to the progression of wade and peter’s relationship. it’s important because maybe, on a more practical level, peter feels like wade has so much at his disposal to exploit his identity — but it’s that exact mindset that makes the big moment so special. who peter is behind the mask is him in a state of vulnerability; at the end of the day, spider-man is everyone’s shield and their great savior and protector — including peter’s. he feels like he has to be so strong and brave all the time and have his guard up, but the moment he takes off the mask, it means that he trusts you with his fragmented pieces and trusts that you won’t break them any further. NOW TAKE THAT IN THE CONTEXT OF SPIDEYPOOL, WHERE PETER FEELS LIKE HE HAS TO HATE WADE BECAUSE WADE IS WHO HE IS BUT HE TRUSTS HIM ANYWAYS AND DOESNT KNOW WHY. gold

- this is something that’s like said a lot but there’s something so interesting about the fact that wade and peter as characters actually have very similar principles and characteristic points — they’re both funny, both use humor and quippage to cope with the turmoil and struggle constantly thrown at them, and they were both thrown into the deep end at young age. where their characters begin to diverge are the morals and ideas formed by their unique and individual traumatic experiences and coping experiences. for example, if ben hadn’t died and peter’s rageful side and irresponsibility only consumed him, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a murderous killer the same way wade was? or even a mercenary the same way Wade did to try and support himself financially and care for his family? and if wade had grown up in a supportive household and learned the price of his actions, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a hero like peter? EXPERIENCES BUILD CHARACTERS AND THESE TWO HAVE SUCH INTRICATE CHARACTERS

- something about their perceptions of one another physically. I TALKED ABOUT THIS IN ONE OF MY REPOSTS but the way peter is just an average, pretty good-looking guy and every time I write wade describing his features, it’s not “he’s hot” or “he’s sexy” or “he’s a model” but rather the small things no one would find beautiful or even unique about anyone. big, chocolate brown eyes, crooked, bashful smiles, the way he forgets to push up his glasses — literally who the fuck would care other than a person madly in love? EXACTLY.

- in correlation to the previous point, FICS WHERE PETER REASSURES WADE HE’S GORGEOUS IN EVERY WAY AND MEANS EVERY SINGLE WORD. if you love someone TRULY, nothing can be ugly about them. and peter sees the scars and wade thinks he’ll hate it but in reality peter adores it and thinks wade is unique and beautiful and interesting and all of that. AGH warms my lonely lonely heart

- wade would be very happy to do the upside down kiss. this is in fact a fic idea so by any means please treat this as a prompt

- BOTH DISASTERS BUT BOTH EACH OTHER’S DISASTERS!! look I love tired x hyper but something about these two being absolute hurricanes of awkwardness and then bonding over their weird ass references with occasional hints of tired x hyper banter makes my heart sing I honestly just love them (BONUS POINTS IF THE HINTS OF TIRED X HYPER IS DEADPOOL MAKING A FLIRTY STEAMY COMMENT, PETER GETTING FLUSTERED, AND THEN PETER TRIES TO HIDE IT WITH A TIRED EXHAUSTED ANGRY LINE OF DIALOGUE) or perhaps peter realizing Deadpool is a fun guy and unknowingly doing everything in his power to hang out with him mayhaps?????

anyways yep!! some of my incoherent head-empty-only-spideypool thoughts that I would like to share with the class ! < andd not to be a shameless self promoter but if you would like to see these thoughts written out then I’m on ao3 wink wink cough cough >

[fishyingrn]

Swap AU Aleheather post!!

I love love LOVED (agh I can't say it enough sorry!!) @swinginspaceagebachelorette 's au of TDWT (≧∇≦) ʃ♡ƪ !! It's specifically a swap au between Alejandro and Sierra, and the way she writes Alejandro is just so endearing to read! He's like a golden retriever that has random knowledge! The fact she lowered the psycho-stalker quality is what helped endear his swap personality especially!! I think I already pestered her in her comment section about his personality and appreciating the heck out of her writing there 😹 I doodled a bunch since I just loved her au sm!!!

But before I start dumping doodles I made from the fic, the link to her fic is here ! Make sure you have an AO3 account before you read of course though!!😸

NOW FOR THE DOODLES MAUHAHAHAHHAHA

This is a scene from the fic ♪(^∇^*)! It's from one of the most recent chapters (chapter 29)

Zoom out of the scene lol

I still find it funny and shocking that Heather is able to support the weight of a man over 6 ft on her head 🙀Her head's gotta be made of STEEL! Super scary just how strong it is! Steel is my only conclusion for her head strength.. (Yes I'm not going to acknowledge the shocked Gwen, her issue of the day! she partook in cheating like a gross person and in great irony considering her s1 ordeal with Heather & Trent (* ￣︿￣))

ANYWAYS ONTO THE HC SECTION!!

These hcs are Aleheather centric like the one above since they're cutie patooties in the fic AND it's an Aleheather fic what do u want from me..(～o￣3￣)～

I think it'd be a nice off screen past time that Alejandro info dumps to Heather and she's at least partially listening! The dynamic kind of reminds me of Phineas and Ferb's parents in a sense where the dad infodumps to the mom and she just listens + enjoys it(❁´◡`❁) I LOVE that dynamic btw! It's such an endearing dynamic that to find it in my fav tdi ship is so sweet (to me at least!)

Onto my next hc!

Since Alejandro is taking the place of Sierra in this au, I thought it'd be sweet that he also adopted her hobby of glitter glue crafts. You know who also has a hobby of glitter glue crafts?! HEATHER💥

I'd think in one of Alejandro's off screen infodumps, he talks about his hobby of glitter glue crafts, the techniques and brands related to the aforementioned to Heather! She'd slip out some of her knowledge and love for it, OR she immediately starts rambling back about glitter glue crafts!!

THAT'S RIGHT BABY ( •̀ ω •́ ) !

Swap!Aleheather bonding over GLITTER GLUE CRAFTS 💥💥Ugh just how much more cute can you get with that headcanon?!

Another hc incoming!!

Since Heather always has her hair up in a ponytail in the main series, I thought a nice way to show her trust is with her hair! In general her hair has always been something special to her, that's why she fought for a wig in season 2. Since an AMAZING amount of value is placed on her hair, her showing her trust to Alejandro through her hair would be a nice way to visually show she trusts him! Alejandro basically the only genuine bond she's shown to make in the series, canon and in the fic, so I think the swap hcs make it just all the more sweet (/▽＼) !! In a way, since to Swap-ejandro Heather is just a celebrity crush, this sort of interaction deepens their relationship and his feelings beyond just a celeb crush (❁´◡`❁)

NOW FOR THE LAST HC!

This one isn't an Aleheather hc, but moreso a hc focused on Swap-ejandro's appearance! I think that as a trade off, he's not as physically built as canon Alejandro but instead taller compared to him (which is scary considering canonically Alejandro is 6 ft..) Since he's in the place of Sierra in this AU, he probably has enough strength to fight off baboons, he probably just has a hidden build! In general, Sierra and Alejandro in this AU had their skills and personalities swapped, so as a result their backstories technically were too with some small tweaks! I think this AU has been fun to make a bunch of hcs in, congrats if u got to the end of me convulsively info dumping about my hcs on the awesome au (lll￢ω￢) !

Full credits to the author man! She's mega talented! Please support @swinginspaceagebachelorette's work and any future works from her! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Signing off, hope this reaches the right audience!

[nightghoul381]

Melted by Aphrodisiac on this Night ～Fallen, Disheveled, Loved Keith Howell Premium End

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Sweet End | Premium End | Epilogue

Keith: “Let’s give in to each other’s curiosity and have some fun, shall we? Emma.”

Keith opened the small bottle and drank it without hesitation.

(Eh, why…)

When I narrowed my eyes in surprise, Keith grabs my chin.

I had a bad feeling and tried to run away, but the hand around my waist didn’t let me, and the moment I saw his handsome face approaching me, I braced myself—

Emma: “Ngh…!?”

For some reason it was violently cut off.

I saw Keith with his hand over his mouth, frozen in place…

From his gently flickering eyes, it was obvious that he had been replaced by the kinder man.

Emma: “Keith, spit it out—”

Keith: “Ah…”

Emma: “Eh…?”

Keith: “…I drank it.”

Emma / Keith: “……”

It became silent—Keith hurriedly stood up to break the tension.

His eyes are swimming even more than they were before.

Emma: “Keith… are you alright? You drank all of it.”

Keith: “I’m alright. I feel nothing. Nothing at all. Perfectly normal.”

(As I say this, I feel like my face is turning red.)

Keith: “However, I don’t know how effecting this aphrodisiac is either, so I’ll excuse myself for tonight.”

Keith: “I’ll be okay. I’m used to poison, so I’m sure it won’t have that much of an effect on me.”

(Even if that is the case, I’m still concerned.)

Keith: “Well then, good night, Emma.”

As Keith turned his back to leave the room as usual, I instinctively reached out my hand.

Emma: “Keith, wait—”

Keith: “Ngh, agh……”

Emma / Keith: “……”

(Just now… was that Keith’s voice?)

The sweet, lewd voice makes my heart race, knowing I’ve heard something I shouldn’t have.

I felt Keith’s hand that I was holding suddenly become hot.

Keith: “That…”

Keith: “I’ve polluted your ears with my weird weed voice, sorry!”

Emma: “K-Keith, please wait…!”

Keith shook off my hand and ran out of the room.

(I can’t believe I can’t see Keith anymore! But I’m sure he’s headed for his room.)

I run down the quiet hallway.

(Mean Keith tried to give me the aphrodisiac, so he came to the front.)

It seems that it was because of this that the kind Keith accidentally drank it.

(I know that if I go to Keith now, I’ll embarrass him even more.)

(But…)

I had experienced the effects of the aphrodisiac candy just a litte.

Considering that what happened to Keith is much more than that, I can’t pretend I don’t know.

(If there’s something I can do…)

I arrive at Keith’s room and knock several times. No answer.

While apologizing in my heart, I inserted the key that Keith had given to me right after I came to Jade, into the keyhole.

When I opened the door timidly…

Keith was cowering in the corner of a dark, unlit room, hugging his knees.

Emma: “Keith.”

Keith: “Hang on, Emma. Don’t come any closer.”

An outstretched hand stops me.

Keith: “Five seconds…in that time I want you to run away. If I touch you now, I’ll definitely crush you.”

Emma: “….ngh.”

The eyes peeking out from behind his messy bangs seemed glazed, and his shoulders were rising and falling in pain.

Keith: “I’m glad you didn’t…drink it.”

The way he smiled and looked like he didn’t want to worry me made my heart tighten.

(I should be angry because I’m the one who caused this to happen.)

(How kind is Keith?)

Emma: “I can’t leave you to suffer, Keith.”

I moved my feet and crouched down next to Keith.

When I put my hand on top of the one holding his knee, his whole body trembled.

Emma: “Besides, I’m the one who created this situation. That’s why…”

I desperately suppress the shame that wells up in me and touch Keith’s cheek.

Emma: “Let me take responsibility.”

Keith: “R-Responsibility?”

Keith: “Eh, Emma, wait, no—ngh”

Emma: “Nn...”

I covered his lips, remembering the kisses that Keith always gave me.

I drop light kisses over and over again, just touching, and then gently trace my lips with my tongue.

Emma: “Nnngh…”

(Keith’s tongue is hot…)

Keith’s shoulders tremble as he clumsily twines our tongues, occasionally leaving a gentle bite.

He grabbed my arm as if to wait for me, but the grip was weak,

It looked like he was clinging to me and while I didn’t think that was a good idea, I also found it a little cute.

Keith: “Emma… ngh, wait.”

Emma: “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Keith: “Don’t ask me that…ngh, it’s too mean.”

Emma: “I’m sorry. But if it makes you feel better, I want to do my best.”

Keith: “But you don’t have to try so hard… if you do, you’re going to end up in over your head.”

Keith: “If I continue like this, I’ll do terrible things to you.”

I give another kiss to Keith, who is desperately fighting against reason.

Emma: “It’s okay. I don’t mind you doing terrible things to me.”

Emma: “I want to see Keith messed up like this.”

Keith: “……”

My eyes widened along with Keiths at the words that spilled out of my mouth.

(I don’t know why I’m saying such embarrassing things.)

As if to hide my hot cheeks, I run my hands over Keith’s shirt and undo the buttons one by one.

I traced his toned body and brushed my lips over his neck and shoulders.

(Keith’s heart is pounding so hard.)

The hot breath spilling from his lips, his eyebrows drawn together as if he was holding back, his chest rising and falling, everything feels terribly agitated.

Keith: “Ngh….Emma, you’re doing that on purpose.”

Emma: “Eh?”

Keith: “You’re trying to make me make weird sounds….ngh, with how you’re touching me.”

Emma: “…I remembered the voice I heard in the room…”

Keith: “Forget that….aaghh…”

(Ah…)

The corners of my mouth quirk up at the faint sound of a sweet voice.

Keith noticed this, lowered his eyebrows, and made a sullen face.

Keith: “Ngh, Emma’s mean…”

Emma: “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

(…but it was so cute.)

(Do you always feel like this, Keith?)

The sight of my lover reacting every time I touch him makes my love swell almost painfully.

(Next…)

I slowly lowered the hand that was touching his skin and traced the white bottoms without thinking.

At that moment, my hand suddenly stopped.

(…hang on.)

(Taking responsibility now means I’ll have to do it from now on as well.)

(Keith always treats me well. From now on…)

In my head, the nights I had spent with Keith played through my mind.

I realized it too late, and my whole body became so hot that I felt like I was going to collapse.

(Ah…what should I do? Maybe I can’t do it.)

Emma: “…Keith…”

I look at Keith as if to ask for help.

That wasn’t right.

Emma: “Nnghh…!?”

Suddenly, I’m picked up and rolled over onto his bed.

I didn’t have time to be surprised when a large body covered mine…

Keith: “Emma, you said I could, so it’s fine.”

Emma: “What is…?”

Keith: “You said I could do terrible things.”

Keith: “Can I see you getting worked up at my inability to be nice?”

Looking down, Keith had the face of a greedy, starving beast, without a trace of kindness.

[stxrmylxve]

First time w/ shuji hanma 🤭

pairing: hanma x gn!reader

Notes: heavy smut (duh), dacryphilia, cussing, mentions of a belly bulge, teasing

A/N: you literally are the best i was just thinking about him omg 🙏🙏

Special Mentions: @sleepysnk @sin-and-punishment

“Damn, you mean you’ve never fucked someone?”

“Well I’m sure you have since you think you’re so handsome, huh?”

“If that was an insult, I took it as a compliment, y/n.”

This useless argument had started from simply playing truth or dare on a late school night. You should have been studying, but who cares, you didn’t like the class anyways.

“Want me to be your first?” hanma asks nonchalantly, making you almost choke on your drink and cough.

“What? Why would you say that?” you ask, wiping around your mouth with a frown.

“Well I’m not dumb, I’ve seen the way you look at me.” hanma barks out a laugh as your face went beet red. You pondered the thought as hanma went and grabbed another drink, considering the pros and cons of it.

I mean, it was tempting. You have had a small schoolgirl crush on him for years now, something you thought would go away, so maybe this would kill it down once and for all?

“Let’s do it.” you blurt as soon as he walks into the room, plopping down onto the bed as the surprised man came fully into the room and shut the door.

“Really?” he asks, almost wordering if you were teasing, as you nodded your head.

“Sure, why not? I’ve got nothing to loose besides my virginity here.” you say with a grin as he sighs.

“Let me guess, you don’t own condoms?” hanma deadpans as your smile drops.

“I’ll go grab some from up the street. Just prep yourself while I’m gone.” he brushes your frown off as he grabs his phone and walks out.

“Well? Saying how much of a fuckin’ crybaby you have been with your whining and all, I’d say you’ve been enjoying yourself.” hanma comments as he presses down on your stomach, watching in awe as your head gets thrown back again.

“I-ngh- jeez!” you exclaim as you shoot him a glare, making his face light up with a grin as he takes his hand away.

“Why do you act so mighty? Your face looks beautifully fucked out, just for me. Want me to take a video to show you?” hanma coos as he reaches for his phone, his eyes not straying away for a second of your trembling figure as he admires the love marks he had made along your neck. His eyes flickered down to his wrists, small crescents being etched into the top of his hand as your face twisted.

“Oh? You gonna’ cream on this cock? Fuckin’ do it baby.” hanma says as you let out a small whine, your hips coming up via his bruising grip as he angles himself even deeper.

“You son of a- agh” you call out as an orgasm tears through you, hanma at least having the courtesy to slow down so you could go through your high.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” he says with a groan, doubling over into your chest.

The creaking of the door is heard from downstairs as hanma sighs, getting off of your now sleeping form. He quickly cleans you up and writes a small note, hopping out of the window before he was caught.

Though it was short and sloppy, it wasn’t the worst for your first. Plus, he needed a good high like that. And a video to jerk off to. I mean, you nodded your head saying he could have it so, oh well.

In the morning, you woke up to a sticky-note with his number and a sloppy ‘we should do that again’ at the bottom.

[soliloquy-please]

Spoilers!! for 8×01 my thoughts! Might be slightly out of order because my brain hurts.

0). "Don't jump" ..."Why not" had me rolling!!

1). Buck is so relatable in presenting an idea he thinks works as a group plan! Subtle appearance of clipboard/anxious over planner Buck. (Very me maladaptive daydreaming then presenting it as an option to my real life self like it's logical)

2). Also Eddie, Hen, and Chim are all making the right decision for them but it's a painful not to mention dangerous situation.

3).Weird as fuck they are asking Athena to do this :/ (suspension of disbelief activate)

3). Maddie and Hen hugging!!! My childhood crush and my current celebrity crush are touching nobody move!!!

4). The Chim and Mara scene reminds me of reading them with my Dad I bet he does all the voices! Omg poor Hen and Karen you're not losing her, just using your village for support! (I fucking hope or otherwise me and chimney will be having words but also what is best for Mara???? :'''))

5). THE FUCKING LEAN IN BUCK DID WHEN TOMMY SAID "YOUR A VISION IN A CONE" FERAL

6). Also Tommy's (or Lou? lol) little slip and curse I want to eat him!

7). Why the fuck is Eddie's Mom suddenly not being insane the switch up is good but I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

8). Eddie and Chris scene had me feeling physically ill! (Gavin has become such a skilled actor)

9). Me battling hating cops with the fact that Athena looks so hot throwing that man in the trunk 😐😳

10). Hmn! I think Buck is showing off some leadership ability here with the planning don't you think! The planning and initiative! Also going to Gerrard with his ideas because he knows they are good ones despite the ridicule he is at risk of receiving!

11). Immediately the theater kid in me knew the look British hotshots guy was wearing, but he had me cackling at the "I'm gonna study your every move"

12).The buzzing out while Gerrard was talking so relatable!

13). Also I can't believe Buck saved Gerrard even though it was mostly instinct it seems! Though if he didn't I think it could have hit him too. Goes through them both horror movies style.

14). I think Chim was a little annoyed that he saved him? Hahahaha (like we missed the chance damn)

15). Buck interim Captain??? Or Bobby Back hopefully!!!

16). Agh! I think they are so close to landing that Tommy might not get to help land the plane (airport 1975 style @mannafromtevan theory) I still hold out hope that someone parachutes into the plane because objectively it's hilarious and cool. Also I'm overly attached to the theory!

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: panic attack, disease

Sandra’s last chapter started... 🌼😞

The next day I went to Sandra to pick up Liam. S. was the middle of moving. She asked me to take care of her little one. Before I went to her, I was in the hospital. My doc called me. He wanted to examine me again. It was about my blood levels. My leukocytes were elevated and since I was pregnant, he was a bit worried.

Though this was nothing new to me (my elevated Leukos), I was still scared as hell, when I got the call from the hospital. I was so terrified, that I got a panic attack.

Sandra: Did you have enough money for the cab? Why didn’t you call your parents to get you, or Daniel?

Me: Daniel has an appointment. I called my Mom. But it would have taken too long to wait for her. She was on the phone with me during the whole ride to distract me. She was so worried, it made me even more nervous, so I called you. And of course I had money with me.

Sandra: Now you're here & safe. You don’t have to be afraid, A.! Everything will be fine! Just continue to take those deep breaths..... Come, lay down on the couch.

Me: ..... Sorry S., but now I just don't want to be hugged. Pls don’t stress me!!

Sandra: Okay, I leave you alone. I won’t touch you, A... Try to relax.

Me: Thanks S.... Tell me something. What’s Liam doing?

Sandra: He’s asleep, but he’ll wake up soon. Yk, if this gets too much for you today with Liam, I can ask my Mom, or I take him with me? I just thought it would be good for you and Daniel to spend a day alone with Liam. Kind of.... a test.

Me: Daniel is good with Babies. Liam loves him. But you’re right! Now that I’m pregnant.... Let’s see, if Daniel even wants to take care of a Baby with me.

Sandra: I trust Daniel and you anyway. Is everything ok with you two? He seemed so quiet the other day.

Me: I slept with him last night. But.... agh, Idk? He's been so cold to me, this morning. Anyway, I don't wanna talk about it.

Sandra: Okay then.... tell me how your check up was? Why do you worry sm?

Me: Same damn issue as always.... My doc wanted to examine me more closely. He did an ultrasound to see if any white blood cells had accumulated in my organs. They’ll call me as soon as they get the results. But my Baby's fine. He told me not to worry.

Sandra: I know you’re terrified of being seriously ill. But you’re fine, A.! Your Baby is fine too, you just have to do something about your panic attacks. Did you take your pills?

Me: Yes! But I know why I got a panic attack. I’ve been thinking too much about the shit Irma told me six months ago. Daniel saw her. And just this morning, I also got that call from my doc. Right after D. told me about Irma that weirdo. You know?

As Sandra and I kept talking, the doorbell rang. Sandra told me she met a nice guy. He was her new neighbor. They met in that building/house, where her new apartment was. She liked him. He offered to help Sandra with the move, so he came by today.

While Sandra opened the door to her new neighbor, I walked over to Liam’s nursery. The little one woke up, but was still a bit tired. I stroked his head and smiled at him. As soon as Liam noticed me, he stretched out his arms, to take him out of his crib. So cute. Together we went back to the living room, where I put Liam in his high chair. At that moment Sandra’s new neighbor entered her apartment.

As I turned around, I saw a tall, young man standing in front of Sandra. While I was waiting for S. to introduce me to him, I noticed how she looked at him.  It was obvious, Sandra had a crush on that guy. Hm?... Ok, I got it! S. wanted to be alone with him. That’s why she needed me as a babysitter.

All right, then it's time for me to call Daniel to pick me & Liam up. I texted him. He’ll be there in a few minutes, but before Liam & I left, Sandra of course introduced me to her new... friend?

Sandra: That’s the...... nice guy, I told you about. Dario. He helps me with wallpapering and building up some furniture.

Me: Hey, D.! I'm Aleksa. Nice to meet you.

Dario: Hi!

Me: Um, well! You two are busy today. Can you please pack Liam’s things, S.? Daniel's already down there waiting for us.

Sandra: It's all done. I just have to get his sleeping bag. But we’ll help you carry his stuff in the car.

Me: C'mon sweetie! Uncle Danny’s waiting for you.

I didn’t talk much to Sandra’s new friend that day. From the first impression he seemed okay, but.....no! This guy’s gonna be S.’s worst nightmare, her..... end.😞 Some of you know what I’m talking about. Anyway, rn I don’t want to say more about him. At first everything seemed perfect. They were both in love and happy with each other, for almost 2 years. But unfortunately this guy was..... a psycho. 😔😢

And Daniel, he didn’t know Liam was gonna stay with us. But somehow D. knew, that I wanted to.... test him, to see if he could take care of a Baby with me. Well, let's see... 😬

Previous/Next

[headcanonstation]

Joker/Ren writing about crush

its been a while since I drove the train, but time to dust it off and try to get it back up and running. Give me a bit to remember the controls and lets hope we don’t crash~

We all remember how he has that handy dandy saving book right 

His diary, if you will

Mans already writes about a lot of his life anyways, so to an extent, why wouldn’t that possibility extend to his feelings 

Our boy here certainly writes about his crush 

More so if he isn’t dating them

As he writes, he gets this silly little smile on his face, his eyes going soft and seeming to just be in dreamland

its so precious and cute 

Usually, he doesn’t mind his friends teasing him about his crush- but tease him about him writing about them and he will more than likely get a little flustered

Uses it to kind of just to be able to shamelessly gush about how cute and adorable you are overall

Your smile, laugh, voice, what you two did that day, and that sparkle in your eyes- 

Agh, your too cute

He’ll also just write about how you just make him feel all the time

Is also mostly using this to “bide his time” when it comes to the concept of a potential confession to you

While relatively shameless about... 90% of things, his journal entries about you are for him and him only

He isn’t really keen on sharing whatever it is he wrote to anyone- even if you two end up together, he’s still more thank likely not gonna show it to you

His friends know about his writing though, I mean, the guy seems to write about everything 

So they kind of more so guess that’s part of what he’s doing, but its more of a “I’m guessing, but I’m pretty sure I’m right more than actually guessing on this”

If anyone asks what he’s writing about, he’s gonna kind of just brush it off and say just about plans or what he’s planning to do that day

Honestly, the concept of his journal entries fluster him more than he would expect it to

He likes going back and reading some of the entries, as it’ll give him memories of the day when you two hung out and relieve some of those memories

I mean, he’s got pictures too. But reading it just hits a bit different than a picture

Even when he starts laying it on thick of his crush on you, he’ll continue writing

Though that writing will start having some more “frustration” in it if your not catching on

But on the same note he feels he can’t even blame you because he doesn’t help his case at all- he playfully flirts with his friends, so no wonder you may not be taking it seriously

Morgana has read them, because of course he has

“Oh-ho-ho, so that’s why you’ve been writing a storm-”

Not happy about it ™

But what is he gonna do? I mean, Morgana is with him practically every second of the day- it was kind of bound to happen eventually, whether he liked it or not

If you ever read any of it, please save him the embarrassment and don’t bring it up

This is legit probably one of the few things that will get him so flustered

[circusmania]

SIN Chapter 11

𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑

Notes: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

⚠️ Death (are we surprised?) ⚠️

♡

𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑

Though I am aware I am falling, I feel no wind blow in my face. It's almost as if there's no wind at all. As if I'm floating instead of falling. The only way I know I'm falling is because I'm getting closer and closer to a blue light. 

And then, I slammed on the ground. I looked up, Omar's body was nowhere, as if it had evaporated. 

In front of me was a large, light blue clock that gleamed. 

Tick Tick 

It sounded throughout the whole pocket dimension. 

I got up, approached the clock and reached for it, but my hand fazed right through it. Suddenly, I hear a soft thump behind me. I look back to see Marcus, he's normal again. 

“You've got quite a knack for getting away, should I cut off your arms and legs next rese-”

“What is this place?”

There's an awkward silence as Marcus stares.

“The in-between.” He says.

“The clock ticks for as long as this timeline is alive. After it collapses, the clock stops. Then, I come here, apply my changes and the clock restarts.” He continues.

I turn back toward the clock. “How long has it been going for?”

He looks at the clock. “This timeline? Roughly 36 hours.”

“WHAT!? But I've been here for weeks!”

“Have you? On certain, more important days, time slows. On others, time skips itself. I like to keep a fast pace, I don't like to wait.”

I stare in silence, and then I look away. “You said the clock stops after the timeline collapses… Why is it still going?”

“Because you're still alive, my dear. I misspoke, it stops after MY world 'collapses'.” He smirks and I grimace.

“You said you come here to also 'apply changes'?” I tried to change the subject.

His smirk widens. 

“Yes! Each of my timelines is different, and here is where I change 'em.”

He turns around and looks into the void. He waved his hand and up came an interactive light blue panel with a bunch of codes written on it. I walk up next to him and stare up at the panel. 

“Here,” He pointed to the codes. “These codes make up a timeline. Everything is made up of code. Well… almost everything. Our matter isn't... we are... We. I can't change how one feels. Though, I did implant my own codes.”

He waved his hand and suddenly, the green digits turned to a selected one. There, I saw pictures of... us. It looked like a game video where you select your character... He touched my photo, which opened to its own “code”. Though it was less complex and the code was shorter. 

The very first code caught my eye. Amongst the symbols, it was written: “Memory refresh: every reset.”

I hummed. “How do you write each code?”

He grinned as a keyboard came up from the panel. “It's just like typing on a computer.”

I looked down and then back up. “So, like this?” 

I took the mouse, clicked on the 'memory code' bar and added the caret to the end of the code. 

“Ah! Ah! Careful there, dear. You wouldn't want to erase anything important!” Marcus grabbed my hand and shoved me on the keyboard, moving the mouse away. 

“Marcus-” He released my hand and went down to caress my inner thighs. My left hand moved to press the delete button...

 “Oh, how I wish we could just stop this cat-and-mouse chase, hun. What good does it do us both?” His hands trailed up my body.

“I-”

“Doesn't it grow tiring? I know I'm tired. I could just force you to love me, but where's the romance in that?”

His hands moved to my neck, crushing it. 

“Agh! Marcu-!” I gasped.

He... he's crushing my neck! Not choking, CRUSHING.

I struggled, but as he said before, he wasn't a man of patience. My voice emitted a gurgling sound as the clock stopped ticking.

˖⁺‧₊˚🌃🌄🌅˚₊‧⁺˖

“Mmmm…” I groaned as I got up from my bed. 

My room felt smaller… I got up and looked down from my window, I was in an… apartment. 

Oh! Ah... yes, I remember!! 

Marcus must've changed the settings for this timeline. 

Hm. Deleting that memory code was a smart move, I'm disappointed I hadn't known about it sooner. Or maybe I had... just wasn't fast enough...

I sigh, pick up the clothing off my bed and put it on. 

Suddenly, I hear a throat being cleared behind me. I turn and see... Omar.

“You're up early.” He said, smiling, though I could hear a hint of coldness.

He must still be... mad about our last interaction. 

I wonder how Vanessa and... Judy feels.

“Ah, I'm not that tired,” I reply, just now noticing the other bed in the dorm room. Omar is my roommate... huh.

I flash him a smile and walk out. His eyes follow me until I exit. The hallway is empty... Though, by the look of this establishment, I must be in a university. 

I guess he had gotten bored with the usual high school. 

“Ahem.” A voice behind me clears her throat... again.

I turn around (again...) to see... Judy.

“You failed...”

My heart sank, I opened my mouth and-

“... The tryouts.”

“What?” I look at her dumbfounded. 

“You didn't get into the team. Better luck next time... If they'll be one.” She shows me a paper which has the team on it.

I looked at the paper she pulled up. Amongst the list, my name was indeed not on it.

Oh.

Although, I knew what Judy was hinting at. 

I wanted to say something, anything, an apology... But I couldn't. It's too early, I can't risk it. 

“Ah... well, better luck next time, ha ha!”

Judy nods.

...

“See you around...?” 

Judy raises her head.

“You're not coming to class?”

“Ah... no, not today. I'm not feeling it.”

“You're skipping? You never skip...-”

“Ah well, there's a first time for everything, eh?”

I wave her goodbye and run away. Okay, I need to find that panel without causing the world to collapse. 

Maybe if I delete or code it some way, I can put an end to this. 

I won't have any luck trying to find it myself... I need to ask someone.

Marcus is off the table.

Vanessa would be too suspicious.

Judy... I don't think she's even aware of it.

Omar... Marcus's “second in command”.

He obviously won't give it to me willingly... so I need to SOMEHOW get him to be on my side.

Which worked REALLY well last time... God, he saw it coming the moment Judy died...

I already made him suspicious of me waking up early... Hm. 

I also haven't seen Marcus yet... Where is he? 

And — like a moth to a flame — I hear chattering from around the corner. I turn and see... what the hell.

It's Marcus... but he's crowded by… fangirls…? 

...

You'd think that after my last stunt, he'd want to avoid as much distraction as possible. 

That he'd want to have all eyes on me... Not the opposite.

I quickly turn and walk outside the university. 

Outside was the same as it's always been, except the church, who was now just a magazine store dedicated to Marcus. 

Give me a break, who's he trying to impress?...

I arrived back at the university, I have fifty missed calls from Judy, but yet I can't bring myself to call back. 

I avoid Judy like the plague and make my way to my dorm. Omar is already there, getting ready for bed. 

It's strange... how it was morning, and now it's night.

“Oh. You're finally back.”

“Yeah.... uhm... did you see the new guy?” I try to play it off.

He lights up. “Marcus? The model?”

“Yeah. Must be quite obnoxious having a crowd follow you all day. Was trying to get a better look, but the crowd was too big.”

“Yeah... I guess? That's what you were doing all day?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well, no, obviously not. I was checking out the new magazine store.”

“Ah yes, the one that I told you about? Have you checked out any of the myth magazines? They're pretty interesting.”

“Didn't find 'em... the place was littered with someone's face.”

He turned away, folding some clothes. I could tell he was smiling, though.

“Oh, when you get the chance, make sure to call Judy. She was freaking out all day.”

“Mm, will do.”

I smiled and went into the bathroom to change into my pyjamas. I came back soon, Omar was in bed. He was breathing softly, maybe not sound asleep, but I had to make my move now. 

I walk to Omar's bed, get on him and start to straddle him... and then I start to choke him.

He awakens quickly and tries to pry me off. He would've easily succeeded if he hadn't lost that much air while gasping. 

“W-what- Are you--”

“The panel. Where is it?”

“P--Panel??”

“You're Marcus's second in command, and you don't know about the panel??”

“GAH! W-wHAT!??”

“SHH. The clock! The-The codes! The Inbetween!”

He stopped wailing, hands still gripping mine. I let him inhale more air.

“The ... Inbetween?”

“Yes-”

Suddenly we switched positions, and I was the one being choked.

“HE TOOK YOU THERE?!”

“AH! Fuck! Let-GAH!” I gripped his arms. “OMAR SToP! Do you know what Marcus will do if HAH!” I gasp as Omar lets go of my neck.

“O-Oh... my god... hah... I wasn't actually going to choke you to death...” I gasp.

“How was I supposed to know? After what you did to Judy and Vanessa...”

I looked away, ashamed. “Do you know where it is...?”

“And I should tell you because...?”

“Well... you'd be helping us get one step closer to freedom...”

“Did you not listen to my last monologue? I have POWER here.”

“Power? Omar Marcus wiped the floor with you last time. You have no power here. In his eyes, you're just like Judy and Vanessa...”

He stayed silent.

“Don't you miss the real world? The taste of freedom? The feeling of being able to have a family? That one day, you'll pass?”

“...”

“This time ONLY. And you better hope that we don't get caught.” He said as he got up.

I sat up and slid off the bed.

“The panel is located in the inbetween, which only opens up with Marcus's scythe, which breaks the timeline or Marcus himself.”

“Marcus's scythe? The thing you had last time? What does it do?”

“Wreaks havoc, destroys everything in its path.”

“So... if I get my hands on it…”

“If you think you'd be able to stop Marcus with a scythe, you'd be dead wrong. Who would be dumb enough to create something that kills its own creator?”

None of us answered the question.

“Okay... well, where do you find it?”

“Well it used to be in the church, above the altar, then it was in Marcus's house and as of now — after the last timeline — he keeps it on himself.”

“Fuck… that makes it ten times harder…” I groan in defeat.

“Well, technically, if you got close enough to the panel, you COULD code the scythe to spawn somewhere else…” Omar hinted.

“... How do I get to the Inbetween?”

“Well, besides ending a whole timeline, there is another way down… You’ll need to go to the basement of the university, then take the thousand-step staircase down until you reach the bottom, aka the Inbetween.”

“Refreshing. You’re not coming with me?”

“No. I’ll lead you to where the basement is, but that’s it. I don’t want to be held accountable. If you get caught, that’s on you.”

I was going to say something… but he’s right. I wouldn’t want to meet Marcus wrath twice… And so I nod.

“Alright, well let’s go. I don’t want to waste any more time than I already have.”

He nods back, and so we start walking out the dorm and through the university. Omar doesn’t say anything to me as he leads me to the basement. 

I try to initiate a conversation.

“So, uhm… I haven’t seen Vanessa… Where is she?”

Omar scoffed. “She’s out there crying. Apparently, dying by your hands really took a toll on her. Guess she’s finally coming to terms with reality.”

I purse my lips. I forgot that Omar is not who I thought he was. Not my best friend anymore.

We soon reached two big doors, they looked like the doors that close during a fire in schools. Big metal doors. 

I step closer and try to open them, though they don’t budge. I open my mouth, but Omar pushes me aside, and he opens the door, though he’s visibly struggling. 

 “Ah… these doors aren’t really meant to be opened. That’s why they’re so heavy. Usually, if you were to touch it, you’d blindly turn away since these doors were designed to give you second thoughts. It takes a lot of want to open these doors.” 

I look inside, it’s pitch black inside, besides the faint glow of the stairs. I take a step forward, then another until I’m past the doors. 

I look back at Omar. 

“You’ve come far, it’s the farthest you’ve ever gotten.” He smiles before closing the doors. 

I look back down and start walking. It takes a long while to get down. It’s neither cold nor hot, neither lukewarm nor room temperature, it’s a weird feeling. 

Eventually, I came across a large crack between the stairs, separating them by 15 meters. I couldn’t make that jump even if I tried, no way. I would definitely fall. 

Should I just turn back? But if I fall and splat on the ground I’ll just reset… and then I’ll have to find everything all over again. Not to mention Marcus will find out. 

Omar was right, it’s a real sense of wanting. 

I jumped off.

My body reacts and I get chills running down my spine… but I don’t fall. Well, I am falling, just slowly, as if I was but a feather. 

I don’t know if this is faster than walking but… I guess it works. 

I soon reach the end, the faint glow of the clock welcomes me and so does its ticks. 

The clock has been going for roughly about two hours and 28 minutes… which seems impossible but… honestly I’m not even surprised. 

I walk over to the void and wave my hand for the control panel, and it appears. I quickly start browsing, searching for any code to stop the madness. 

Though, ultimately, I find nothing…

Well, maybe not nothing. My eyes land on a familiar scythe.

I reach for it, and it opens up its own panel. It has its name; Alter. Mm. 

There was a code as you looked lower, dedicated to where the scythe would spawn. It was put as Marcus’s spiked wristband… how does that work, don’t ask me. I wrote a new code, where it would spawn in my pocket instead. 

I would have to act quickly next reset, he’d surely realize. 

My hand leaves the keyboard and I move to turn around when a sharp pain punctures my stomach. 

I gag and choke, I turn back and see Vanessa standing there. 

Fuck. 

I curse as I kick her feet, making her stumble. 

I cry out as Vanessa continues to stab me wherever she can reach. 

I yell, whine… spots of black start to cloud my vision. 

Though, she doesn’t stop. 

The art of revenge.

𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑𖦹๋࣭⭑

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[rain-dom]

[FtM Transformation] Proving A Point To Your Best Friend.

I’ve been on so many dates with guys but I just can’t find the right one!” Karla exclaimed.

“Maybe let them know you’re a witch? That way, when you go down on them, you could-“

“Oh, shut up, Michelle! Ugh, why does your mind have to be so dirty?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to lighten up the mood.”

“No, you’re fine it’s just, sigh, so frustrating sometimes with the dating apps and the one night stands. I want to be with someone, not just have mediocre sex with men who can’t even find the clit.”

Karla put her hands on her face. “And it doesn’t help that being a witch on the side isn’t going anywhere - I’m trying to learn how to do transformations, and I’ve been getting better, but I feel so lame compared to the other witches! I’m taking such a long time to learn how to be a witch that the other new witches are probably looking down on me right now. I’m terrible at dating, I’m terrible at being a witch. Hell, even my grades at uni are in the dumps! God, I feel like the stupidest 21-year-old ever!”

“Hey! Don’t compare yourself to them, alright? Sure, you might take a little longer to fly on a broom, okay, fine. But what about the progress you’ve made so far? It was only a few months ago that you couldn’t even cast a spell. But now look at you! You’re doing whole transformations!”

Karla smiled at Michelle. “Yeah, you’re right it’s just…so easy for me to get into my head sometimes. But, thanks.”

The two best friends hugged. As they parted, Michelle looked at Karla. She’d known her since childhood, and had been there for her through everything - her crushes, her break-ups, her parents’ divorce, and graduations. Despite this, however, Karla always knew how to push forward and try again, something Michelle admired about her. Not to mention her work ethic, her compassion, and her loyalty towards her friends and family (or, what was left of it). Not to mention her smile, her beach blonde hair, her tanned skin, and her sense of fashion that would take Michelle’s breath away. She didn’t like her that way, of course. She just thought she was a really, really good friend…right?

Karla, on the other hand, thought highly of her best friend. She loved hanging out with her, her weird jokes (even though they were so stupid and juvenile), and that she always had her back no matter what.

Then, Michelle had an idea.

“Say, Karla. What if you could practice your transformation magic on by turning me into a guy?”

“Oh no, Michelle- are you high on something right now?”

“I’m being 100% serious! You’ll use your magic to turn me into a your type - a tall, muscular man, then you can show that off your witch friends and say ‘see, I *can* do transformations’”

“…you do know that witch meetings are for witches only, right?”

“Well, you know what I mean. I just want to prove to you that you *are* a good witch. You just need some extra practice. C’mon, just for one night?”

Karla thought pensively for a moment.

“Oh, *alright*. But this doesn’t mean anything, we’re still just friends, okay? And you’re gonna have to lose your clothes first, so they don’t rip.”

Michelle blushed. She agreed immediately, and Karla made Michelle’s clothes - a white tank top and ripped jeans - disappear, along with her bra and underwear with a hand wave. She covered up her chest and private parts.

Michelle then asked if Karla could tie her hands and legs up, and put a blindfold on.

“…okay, weirdo. Besides, why are you blushing so much? We’ve seen each other naked before. Now, get on the bed.”

After Michelle practically ran to the bed, Karla tied her hands above her head and her feet together with her purple magic, and gave her a blue sleeping blindfold.

Karla pointed at Michelle’s naked body, which immediately made a purple aura around Michelle’s body. “Agh! Shit! I-I feel hot-” Michelle’s shoulders started to grow in width, and her body started to grow taller by a few inches. As that happened, she felt her neck get a little thicker and her height increased by a few inches. Her boobs - once a C-cup, had now receded into B cups. Her bones and muscles tensed and reformed, which, although uncomfortable, also felt pleasurable. It was like being massaged, but instead of just the skin, her bones and internal organs were being massaged as well. “Huff, huff- oh god, my shoulders! They feel so weird!” Michelle exclaimed.

“O-oh god! Michelle, are you okay?? Do you want me to change you back?”

“No, this actually feels…pretty good? Weird, but good.” Michelle said through heavy breaths. She noticed Karla still needed a little boost of confidence, so she tried her best weapon yet - teasing.

“See? That was...impressive. B-but! I bet you can’t change…oh, my hips! I bet you can’t make me lose my curves,” Michelle teased.

Karla was taken aback. “What?? But you just said I could do magic! You know what? Fine! I’ll show you!”, said Karla as her best friend’s waist and hips began to even out.

“Ngh Ah! Karla, this is-hah!” Michelle moaned, nearly breathless due to the changes. Her hips cracked as they decreased in width, and her curves began to even out until they were almost gone. Her thighs lost some of its thickness as well.

“Hah, hah Karla…” Michelle was starting to sweat at this point, getting turned on at how good her best friend was making her feel.

Karla herself started to blush at the sound of her best friend’s voice slowing getting deeper, but she shook her head and ignored that those feelings...for now.

“You know what? To prove to you what good of a witch I am, I’m gonna take away your boobs!”

“Mmph Ahh! Yes! That feels- oh!!Michelle’s breasts began to deflate, pulling themselves into her body. It was as if they were being massaged and molded to Karla’s will, like a sculptor making a fine sculpture out of a full rock.

At this point, Karla was starting to break into a sweat.

“You’re turning out really well, Michelle. I think I’m actually doing some nice work here!”

“Sure, but, what about my head? B-bet you don’t have enough mana to change that!”

“We’ll see about that!” said Karla, as Michelle’s face became longer and its edges more defined, her brown neck-length hair receding into a short haircut.

“Hrrrrk! Errrgk!” Grunted Michelle as the changes took place. Meanwhile, her throat thickened even more and deposited a big, noticeable Adam’s apple as her voice became more and more baritone.”

“Ah? Oh! Ahh…”bMichelle loved the sound of her new voice. “My-my voice! It’s so deep! She was actually thoroughly enjoying the masculinization process. To her surprise, she liked how her body was turning out.

Meanwhile, Karla was blushing, her face in a deep red hue. She was starting to get really turned on by how deep Michelle's voice was getting. She really was definitely becoming her type.

“You know, I bet you don’t think I could do this!” Karla said as she pressed her hands on her best friends now-flat chest, and moving the apart from each other, causing huge pecs to push out, forming on Michelle’s broadening chest.

“Ah! Oh, yes! Please, keep going Karla!- Ah!”

The muscle growth spread around her body, first through her arms and hands, and down to her abs, which Karla helped to create and mold with her hands. Michelle’s thighs and legs began to thicken with muscle as well. Little bits of hair grew on her chest, legs, and under her arms.

”Hah…hah… Karla, this is incredible!” Michelle said, feeling her best friend’s hands caressing her now tanned, chiseled body, her vagina wet from the new feelings.

“Hah, hah Mmm~ yes, you’re turning out so well!” Said Kalra, almost drooling over her best friends new body. Then she noticed something about her best friend’s vagina - it was surrounded by plenty of clear, sticky fluid. She gasped. “Wait as sec, are you…are you wet?”-

“Ah! Ugh! Oh! mngh Oh, god! Something’s nngh coming out of me! Is…is that my cock?!” As Michelle’s moans indicated, her body was changing on its own now, her clit now starting to grow bigger and bigger, pulsating and throbbing, looking more and more like a penis with every push. Karla wasn’t even going to help her best friend grow her dick just yet, it just started growing. She stopped it from growing any further by pushing down on it with both palms.

“Oh, oh my god! I lost control of your body! Your dick just started growing on its *own!* I’m pushing down on it with my hands to stop it from growing any more-“

“No! Please! Pull it! Help me get it out of there! Help me set it “free!” Michelle begged, not even caring it if grew on its own. It was sending waves of pleasure all over her body. She wanted - no, *needed* it. Michelle’s dick at this point was only partially out, with Karla barely being able to keep it down.

“Ah- o-okay! If that’s what you want then, I’ll do it! I’ll help you! You push, I’ll pull!”

Michelle moaned in response.

“Ah! AH!!! Yes! Yes! Karla! Pl-please keep-OH!! Fuck, yes!”

As Karla pulled and Michele pushed, the dick grew and grew, until it was its full erection length of 9 inches, with pre-cum leaking out and down her new dick. It almost consumed most of Michelle’s vagina, along with the balls that were coming in. There was still plenty of cum coming out of her vagina, too. With one last pull/push, the dick reached its full size, and Michelle’s dick finally came.

“Oh god- hah, hah “it’s gonna mmph it’s g-going to- I’M about to- oh GODD!!!”

Cum shot everywhere, but mostly at Karla. She turned her face away and attempted to shield her face from the onslaught of her best friend’s cum. She thought it tasted salty.

And with that, Michelle’s vagina was no more, now replaced with two large, hairy balls and a huge, hard, throbbing, veiny cock.

“See?” Michelle said through heavy breaths, “I told you - you can use magic, haha.”

Karla wiped the cum from her face with her right hand, then looked at it.

“I…I can’t believe I just did that.” She said, satisfied, yet shocked at what she had done to her best friend.

”Hah…hah…oh my god!”

Karla looked at both the cum in her hand and on the sheets, and the warm feelings she had in between her legs.

“O-oh my god. You’re a- and I was…I was so into it that- what-“

“I-I can’t believe we just…did all that stuff. I don’t know what came over me.” Michelle said, embarrassed and surprised as well at the outcome.

“W-well…do you like your new look?”

“Oh my god, yes! I love it! I-I actually think I like this body more. Like, I feel more like *myself.*

“Michelle…that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” Kalra said with tears in her eyes. “Would you like me to call you by a different name?”

“You know, I do feel more like a Mitchell than a Michelle.”

Karla lays down next to Mitchell, and the duo lie there for the next few minutes.

Michelle, now Mitchell, turned to his friend.

“I think I’ve just realized- I love you. As in, uh, more than just a friend.”

“Michelle…”

“Your big heart, your determination, your loyalty to the people you love. Your smile. Fuck…I just, really wanna be with you forever.

Karla took a step back.

“Oh- oh my. I uh, need to dry off my hands.”

Michelle’s mind wandered. Did she go about that the wrong way? Was she too forward? Was her best friend going to hate her forever?

After washing her hands to get Karla’s cum off her hands, she taking a minute or two to think. Karla came back to her best friend, her face full of blush.

She told her she was willing to try being more than friends.

“So…what does this mean for us?” Asked Mitch.

“I guess that just means I know how to do more than one type of magic~” teased Karla.

The “best friends” - now romantic partners - looked into each others eyes, and kissed.

[mako-neexu]

im still overwhlemed but again, netsuyumi's obeguda today is amazing.

to drink poison just like that? seriously, your heart will never go back to the way it was anymore. it is said to be a lethal dose that can kill you on the spot too? isnt your heart too transparent? its a good thing oberon came in time and saved guda before the man administered sleeping pills to guda's drink next so he can sell guda to the black market...

i think this is my first time seeing a comic where the extreme poison immunity of guda is addressed. "a woman who is foreign immortal would fetch a fine price"... i love it when i read it. not only is it just poison, but alcohol as well... the said details made me scream. wait i just noticed now but theres three cups!?!?!? did you give guda THREE cups of extremely lethal poison? www this guy ww eugh my heart cant take it!! i love the detail of the man getting scared of guda, naturally. but going back i like this guy's thinking. crushing the nerves in guda's hand, cutting guda's throat so as not to leak info after administering sleeping pills in the next drink... only then he sells her to the black market for a high price...

ahh oberon saving her just at the right time is amazing but ugh guda heart transparent moment was the best. you worried over the one who poisoned you first? guda didn't even care if it was poisoned or the alcohol was something else... she simply had the hunch about the man she was conversing with. and the look in guda's face drives me insannnneeeeeeeeeeeeee

the heart is transparent at its finest <3 although there is no evidence of poison in the drink/s, if she refused to drink she might not have gotten information at all. if she did drink it (if it is a poison that would instantly kill), the man would loosen his lips on the info guda needed... because there was no other. choice.

"If it ever happens again, I'm sure I'll make the same choice again. As much as possible, singularities should be resolved early because its preferable. I don't think its wrong if I act for that matter."

also yumi's end notes for that is being: if the singularity is resolved quickly, if it will only endanger guda and not anyone else... that is guda's reasoning....

THEN OBERON'S FAIRY EYES MOMENT GODDDDDDDDDDDD "i know why oberon is angry" "sorry. it was thoughtless of me to do that"

what are you doing!!!! youre making me fear for you gudaaaaa!!! OBERON'S POV THOUGH!! AGHHGGH!!! AGH! "sorry if thats how you see it." "no matter what i will say,your way of thinking will not change. because your circumstances wont allow you to" WONT!!!!!!!!! ALLOW!!! YOU TOO!!!!!!!!

the omakes made me laugh though wwwwwwww the guy now tied up went from "oi, ill bribe you with money! side with me and catch that woman and sell her to the black market!" to ("ah this insect looking guy likes her so-") "along with the money, you keep the woman, wdyt?" to also eventually having thoughts of "on top of this woman having a strong heart, she has a pretty face...maybe ill make her mine." and oberon progressively just wanted to kill him then and there its so funny wwwwwwwwwwwwww

[saccharinemeat]

What are your opinions on Hfjone ships?

oh fucking man

okay imma get crucified , but here we go. opinion on popular ones + my own rareship

Liam/Bryce

fucking SUCKS. it can only work if you're self aware about how absolutely awful and hurtful liam is,and i feel from what ive seen that the fandom just reduces them to 'omg doomed yaoi' and like, woobifies them. This ship only and only works as one sided,forced and extremely toxic (in my eyes). Bryce deserves better than Liam, and liam relentlessly hurts Bryce down to the very goddamn end (← i say this as someone who is currently fuckin obsessed with liam and self recognizes in him 😐)

Liam/Amelia

I like this one. I feel like theyre pretty good for each other, although, it's sort of a doomed one,in the sense of how it would work only if they were to be in the plane forever. I do feel like Amelia sort of lost herself in the plane forever. If those two ever got out, he'd have to take some charge on their shared recovery and Liam is NOT gonna deal with that well. Still a cute ship,and I like it.

Amelia/Charlotte

...why? this feels like pairing the leftover main characters because everyone is focused on the Boys TM. they dont really have any chemistry,like,even theorically i feel like they wouldn't mesh well,unless you wanna make Amelia basically Charlotte's therapist. But yay, women! i can't be mad about this one,really. I don't mind it

Liam/Airy

Lairy is...complicated, emotionally. I can see it actually being a thing,but it's really in a fucked up way. definitely a 'i hope we both die' kind of pairing. I think about it and it gives me heartache that i cant explain. it hurts because they both are awful in different ways but also they are trying. I will say i do enjoy it but in a way that makes me hurt. lots of angst there. I think this one especially benefits from becoming a ship that happens after moldpack being A thing

Liam/Charlotte

Okay this one is not popular,in fact i feel like nobody but me is into it but theres so much potential here. especially the way they would be so horribly,terrifyingly bad to each other. I can imagine Charlotte getting out instead of Bryce,and how different it all would be. her prideful nature and liam's manipulative tendencies are so deliciously wrong. I feel they would bring the worst out of each other. I have a lot to say about them but like. Consider those first 5 months. Liam was as isolated as Charlotte was,he only sorta rejoined the others in the last two months stretch, and I think they might've interacted during that. And just, Charlotte WOULD be interested in solving the mystery,she would jump on that chance because she needs control and Liam would be elated at first and horrified later and AGH it would be so messy and interesting. please ask me more about moldpack. im the charlotte/liam person number 1 fan now.

and now rapid fire other ships,

Oscar/Bryce - can see it,and i feel like it makes sense within Bryce's trauma streak. I can imagine them bonding and it getting a bit too close

Bryce/Stella - I wish this had more exploration,object shipcest is so insanely rare. I like it

Taylor/Amelia - kinda cute,can see it if taylor stayed in the plane. Especially if it starts as a sort of one sided crush that goes too far

Liam/Owen - this is cute,can kinda see it but only in a no-show scenario (as in, ONE never happened and this is a coworker romance thing)

Charlotte/Parker - it upsets me,but i can see them as having hooked up once and Parker catching feelings while Charlotte is super uncomfortable about it and that explains that weird tension.

Bryce/Amelia - eh. sure? it's cute but i dont care for it a lot. also i dont care for sodacentpack a lot,but it's better than sodapack alone i Guess. get ♣️'d lmao

ALSO, the crackship/crossover with showvember

Airy/Popcorn - NO. piss off the joke is boring and lame and IDK i hate it.