#ahhhhh this took forever

[jedi-starbird]

Finding out that Dooku took on his first padawan at 22 is truly mind-bending info to process like what do you mean he was 22. I'M 22. I do not feel in any way qualified to take on a kid!!!! I can barely look after myself!!and Dooku only had a 6 year apprenticeship!! He's basically taking on a kid directly after finishing a high school education.

He became a padawan at 16 in 86BBY and then takes Rael as padawan in 80BBY presumably directly after his knighting!!!! Dooku. What the Fuck.

Did he look at baby Rael and call dibs? Dooku must have snatched him up as soon as he was knighted cause if he waited that means his apprenticeship was FIVE OR LESS YEARS. Yoda spent maximum 6 years with this future sith lord and was like oh yeah he's done cooking, go on, get. Just... oh my god.

[jomespotter]

Suguru Geto ❥

- would satoru and shoko have been able to prevent his downfall?

maybe in another life

[ladyofthenoodle]

HI EVERYONE I FINISHED A CHAPTER PLEASE APPLAUD

[jubjubious]

hahahaha cunty vampire kyrus

extra: not art but related

[ssreeder]

This fic constantly haunts me and will forever be imprinted into my brain. Like it is a core memory now. The boys have been through so much and I have a feeling they'd get a....happy ending, but i wanna ask, is Zuko going to be Firelord? I can't see him wanting to be Firelord, or even having the emotional capability for such a daunting role immediately after all this.

Love the fic, love the pain, I'm firmly in Jet Lives section of the fandom for both the fic and canon so you can imagine my pain rn(it's alright I thank you for it), looking forward to future updates it always makes my day!

OMG HIIIII!!! (So so so so obsessed with your kyoshi Sokka BS Zuko secret lover AU :):):))

Ok so Zuko as fire lord hmmmmm - it sounds horrendous - not only for him but for the country itself. I can’t see him being a good leader even if he gave it 110% of his effort, he is too traumatized & physically torn apart to give the FN the dedication it would need.

BUT…. Zuko is a people pleaser, & it’s hard to imagine him saying no to iroh. Especially if his uncle doesn’t know the extent of his nephews trauma. Iroh believes Zuko can overcome anything & I think zukos future has a lot to do with both what iroh and Sokka want… so we’ll see what happens with that.

Fingers crossed he doesn’t end up on a throne.

YES JET LIVES FAN WOHOOOO I LOVE IT!!!

<3

[mmansanita]

WIP I’ll probably never clean up

[milo-is-rambling]

I FOLDED ALL MY CLEAN LAUNDRY 💪💪💪

[kai-bitch]

HES BRIGHT FUCKING PINK!!!!

I needed to do a sketch of a character I’ve never drawn before so I could paint him in an art project. Anyway I’m going to render him now. God my hands hurt

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HEAR ME OUT

“Don’t you think I’m scary?”

“Scary? My god you’re divine”

AHHHHH

FuskqosnisisbssbjHWISNSKSOAOAKWAJ 😭😭🤭🤭😋😋

I love two lovestruck idiots who don’t know they’re in love w each other and it’s grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever 😻😻

PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! it’s so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks he’s so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx

fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus he’s whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !

before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.

he’s made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. he’s made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently he’s constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only let’s you have those ‘extra’s’ that doesn’t mean anything.

he’s made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, he’s also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. he’s ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that “he wouldn’t need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.” he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.

and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'

anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.

usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.

but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.

katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.

but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.

you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."

"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.

he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."

"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.

"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.

pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.

he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.

"behave." you squeeze his hand.

"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.

"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.

you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"

"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.

"..how'd you-"

"your mom told me."

he grunts. of course, it was his mom.

that damn hag..

"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.

"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"

"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.

"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.

"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"

"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.

"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.

cool.

you think he looks cool.

"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.

"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.

"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.

"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.

"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.

"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)

he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.

finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.

"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.

"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask

"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.

"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.

until—

"OW, fuck !!"

your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, what—why-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!

until—katsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.

the. asshole.

"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.

katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"

"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.

"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.

"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.

"i see you laughing."

today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.

[mommynott]

Can you PLEASEEEE write anything, fucking anything about theo like making you get off on his thigh if that makes sense, like riding his thigh while he’s preoccupied but like he still throws in some praises yk? please i’m such a slut for theo🫡🙏 I LOVE YOUR WORK ALSO LIKE BRO YOU ARE HANDS DOWN MY FAVORITE WRITER.😛🤭

Ahhhhh anon! You’re too sweet, love and appreciate you bunches 🥰

But, my god….Theo would so do this, ESPECIALLY…mafia!theo 👀

When I got your ask I was mid writing my mafia!theo fic and immediately had the idea of him on a business call for the team while needy reader got off on his thigh, so I hope you and all my other beautiful smut sluts enjoy this one!💋

Needy

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theo’s phone call seemed to drag on so you take matters into your own hands…the neediness taking over. Little did you know how much he enjoyed to see you in that yearning state.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, mafia!theo, dom!theo, mafiaboss!theo, thigh riding, degrading, dom&sub, orgasm encouragement, praising

The phone call felt like it was taking forever, each minute dragging out longer than the last. You sat on Theo’s lap, a familiar position that felt… comfortable for you. His strong hand gently stroked your back, the rhythmic motion both soothing and tantalizing. He spoke over the phone in his deep, rugged Italian, his voice wrapped around you like a warming blanket. You found it completely irresistible. There was something about the way the language rolled off his tongue that stirred something deep within you. Fuck. It also didn’t help that you had been feeling particularly needy since waking up, the tension…the sexual need building inside you with each passing second.

“Baby…”

You whined, gently tugging at the collar of his shirt. Theo threw you a sly smirk while nodding his head in agreement from the conversation happening on the phone. A pout formed on your lips, causing him to stifle back a low laugh. You shook your head before throwing one of your legs over his thigh, essentially straddling his thigh. Your mini-skirt flowing around you, leaving your damped lace panties to glide over the material of his linen Gucci trousers.

Slowly, you began to grind yourself against him, rocking your hips back and forth. As you moved, you let your dainty hand stroke over the material of his pants, reaching to the outline of his growing length. “Someone’s being impatient, hm ereditiera?” Theodore mumbled while he swished the phone away from his ear for a split second. “Keep going. And don’t stop til your cum soaks me.” He smirked, the glimmer of darkness in his ocean eyes that you loved so much took over. Almost like it was the ocean meeting the night, a beautiful yet alluring combination.

“Y-yes baby…..gods- yes.” Throwing your hands around the back of his neck for support, Theo flexed his thigh, giving your clit that extra stimulation it needed. His free hand snaking down to your hip, guiding your moves, encouraging you to go even faster. “Atta girl…Riding my thigh like the good little slut you are…My slut.” Once again, he had pulled the phone away from his face to praise you, that smug smirk never leaving his face.

His voice seemed to go deeper as he conversed over the phone. That damn Italian. It drove you mad. His hand guiding you seemed to grind you even faster, pressing you down against him harder. “Theo….I’m-fuck! I’m going to cum-“ Managing to squeak out, Theo smacked a few sloppy kisses along the side of your neck, leaving little love bites as he did. “That’s right…keep going, amore…keep fucking going.” His lips pressed up right against your ear. Hearing the heavy breathing leaving his throat along with the muffled voice on the other end of the call. Little did they know what was going on…

“Cazzo- riding my thigh so well…such a good girl. Finish for me…come on now...don’t make me wait,” He growled against your ear once more, muting the phone call as he spoke the vulgar words to you. And that was enough, your body began to tremble, biting back your moans that oh so badly wanted to escape. Feeling your wetness drip down Theo’s thigh. The smirk on his face was ever-growing. “Fuck…” You managed to heave out, your chest rising and falling with each breath, your eyes flickering between his while the post-orgasm bliss started to blossom.

One more thing was said in the foreign language before hearing the English leave his mouth, that damn accent rolling off his tongue with ease. “Alright, I have to take care of…something. Talk soon- bye.” With that, Theo finally hung up on the dragging phone call before lifting you onto his desk. Kneeling between your thighs while he placed teasing kisses along them. “That was just your warm-up, Cara Mia….Now the real fun begins.”

Ahhhh I had so much fun writing this small little Drabble!

Dividers can be found in my master list 🌙

Requests are open loves💋

[hollowtones]

I apologize if you’re tired of hearing about HLVRAI, but I just have to say the first time I watched anything of it (a little compilation) I truly truly thought dr coomer WAS an AI, SPECIFICALLY because of that one bit where Gordon asks “how old are you, doctor coomer?” And you pause for a moment before saying “old enough to know better!” which is INCREDIBLY accurate to a weird pre-programmed NPC. It’s like he had to search his brain for a response that had to do with age and got one that didn’t quite fit but it was all he had in his script. It took me so long to figure out that you’re just really good

forever charmed & flattered by the notion that my idea of "shitty tutorial NPC" fooled at least a couple people ^_^ Ahhhhh we tricked u

[vcaart]

Don’t even think about making any robophobic comments!!!

(sorry for taking so long with this they were honestly so difficult for me to design for NO REASON)

(More info on H0-P3 below cut :3)

H0-P3, or Hopeful Hoof/Hope as they prefer to go by, is one of the most technologically advanced creations Equestria has ever seen! Despite being a magic powered robot, they can learn and feel emotions just like any other pony can!

Hope was created by Bright Mind, a renowned scientist, inventor, and professor and is his best creation yet. But even though Hope is a robot, Screw took upon himself to raise them like his own, seeing as Hope could mature and learn ever since the accident.

The accident in question was when Hope malfunctioned, causing an accident that severely injured Professor Bright. Hope, who hadn't been able to feel emotions until that moment, felt absolutely guilty and distraught. They reset completely after this, their memory being wiped and being "reborn" with the mentality of a foul.

Bright Mind had to raise and teach Hope like any other foul, and they developed a familial bond over the years.

Eventually, though, Bright Mind saw that Hope needed to go out and learn one of the most important things of all: Friendship. So he sent them off along with his apprentice to the School of Friendship, hoping that the two would make friends and hoping that Hope would learn they aren't as different as they make themselves out to be.

But when the academy gets put on a mysterious lock down and a strange bear studdenly shows up, they're faced with the horrifying choice between stealing the Elements of Harmony, or losing their cutie marks. Forever.

It's unfortunate when half the class decides to steal the elements, while Hope and the others want to stop them.

...

AHHHHH

Lineup so far ;)

Hope is one of the tallest characters, which wasn't intentional but eh they've given me enough trouble as is

OH and it you couldn't tell I have drawn two other characters already, but I want to reveal them as you guys vote for them so yknow 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

And sorry if the lines are more shaky on this one, I couldn't be bothered to make them straighter lol

[livelaughlovesubs]

Heeeeya, Nini! How's it going? I can't believe its already been a year! I've been here since before that time you accidentally deleted your blog XD. Congrats! you've dominated the sub! bsd tag for forever and I'm living for it XD. For the event, can I please request Fyodor (bsd) with the prompt, 'Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess'. Bro, I have an inability to be all that sadistic, even in fiction TwT, so for the punishment part, can I request something like tickling? Is that allowed?! LMAO- As always, feel free to delete/decline this if it makes you uncomfy, and have an awesome day. And again, congrats on one year!

AHHHHH DONT REMIND ME OF THAT TIME can’t believe how dumb I was 🥲 but thank you for being a long time follower hehe, the idea with tickling is very cute I love it

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor - reader is gn

Warning: humiliation, teasing, a tiny bit of degrading, tickling >:)

Anniversary event

Thud thud thud

Someone was hammering on your door in the middle of the night, and they just didn’t stop. You’ve been trying to ignore it for the past minutes, but the sound only got louder.

Thud thud thud

“Ahhhh which fucker is it?!” In the end, you gave in and cursed, stomping to the front door before opening a small crack. “What is-” to your surprise you knew the person behind the door, it was fyodor, your boyfriend. “Huh?? Fedya? Why didn’t you use the bell?” You immediately swung the door open and invited him in, he gave you a bashful smile before entering. Then you shut the door behind him.

“You see…” he said, while he let his coat slip from his shoulders, revealing his hands which were bound tightly behind his back. “It proved to be pretty difficult to ring the bell three times, so I thought kicking the door would suffice.” That was the secret code you two agreed on, so that you’d know if it was him who’s standing on your doorway. “Ah…” you stared at his restricted limps, then at him, giving him a questioning glance. He didn’t provide any explanation or answers.

The male turned around to face you, who were still standing next to the door. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me?” He rushed you, but kept his soft smile. “Actually no, not yet.” You replied, crossing your arms in font of your chest. That attitude, were you mad with him? “…y/n, what do you want.” Finally he dropped the good-guy act, seemingly irritated by your behaviour. Normally you’d help without being this difficult, except when you aren’t in a good mood, something that seems to be the case here.

You walked past him and sat down on the couch, making yourself comfortable before saying, “bring me the remote.” Fyodor looked a tad baffled, though he didn’t think too much about it and walked to the shelf to the left of you, pondering for a moment on how to grab it, before using his mouth to bite the object. Then he brought it to you like an obedient puppy, right into your hand and cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. “Good job.” You praised him, scratching the underside of his chin a bit, intensifying his blush.

“Now bring me a scissor to cut those ropes. You can find it in the kitchen.” He glared at you when you didn’t stop ordering him around, especially since he found his actions pretty shameful. Nevertheless, he bit back his complains and went to the other room to get whatever you wanted. Once he found the scissor, he bit the handle of the tool, and carefully got back to your side. “That took you a while.” You chuckled, to which he scoffed, “are you done with the games now?” How furious he sounded, he wasn’t having half the fun you had huh?

You tilted your head to the side, acting like you were thinking about it, then said, “one last thing.” Before giving him a big smile. The male rolled his eyes at that, at least internally. “Bring me a glass of water, that’s my last request, promise.” After you finished your sentence, you raised your pinky finger, then said, “ah silly me, you can’t reciprocate it after all.” Fyodor mumbled, “you are unbelievable.” Then he made his way back to the kitchen. What else was he supposed to do, he needed your help.

Through much resilience and great efforts, he managed to get a cup out of your shelves. And he even managed to fill it with tap water! Afterwards he bit the handle of the cup, finding that to be the easiest course of action, and slowly walked over to you. This was now his third time running a stupid errand for you, and he really hoped this would be the last. On his way back, he accidentally spilled the water in the cup all over himself and the floor, causing him to yelp a little, “hmmm..!”

You turned your head to the source of the noise, giggling at the sight but not helping him. His blush darkened even more, and he closed the last bit of distance between you two. Without any commentary, you took the cup and put it on the table, grabbing the scissors and cutting through his binds. He didn’t expect you to not make fun of him, so consider him grateful.

Though after you were done, you got up from your seat, grabbing his shoulders as you sneered, “gosh, fyodor, you couldn’t even bring me a glass of water?” Guess he jinxed it. Even though considering the circumstances he was in, failing his task was a very possible outcome, he still felt humiliated by your words, or at least embarrassed. He wanted to argue, to try and keep some shreds of dignity when you bested him to it, saying, “shouldn’t you get a punishment for that?”

“A punishment?” As soon as these words left his mouth, you pushed him into the couch and tickled him. Attacking his stomach while responding through a huge grin, “yep! A punishment you can’t evade!” “What- ha- ahaha.. no, wait haha…! Stop!” He laughed involuntarily, kicking his legs around and trying to peel your hands off his body. “Haha.. s-stop, hahh.. really, hahaha~ I can’t-!!” Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes already, his clothes and hair all disheveled. “Hehe.. alright, the punishment is over.” You eventually said, reaching out to his face to wipe his tears away.

As if hit by the realisation, he abruptly stopped smiling, still blushing furiously as he gasped for air. When he breathing calmed down, he pouted, then wrapped his arms around your neck as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, “you-… you better make it up to me for being mean.”

[moonchild9350]

Sign the Dotted Line (Chapter 7)

Summary: You reconciled with Minho and Minho spent the night. Your trip in Japan continues. You both decide that your relationship can withstand anything, as long as you have each other.

Pairing: idol Minho x fab reader

Genre: fluff, smut 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: p in v penetration, creampie (don't)

Notes: Ahhhhh this is it! The final chapter. I want to thank everyone that has made it to the end. This is my first series and it was such fun to write and share with you. I appreciate every kind comment, reblog, like that was said/given over the last two months! I hope you enjoy this last chapter and if you would like check out my other works as well :)

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Series Summary: You are living an ordinary life until one day you come across a notice from your favorite band Stray Kids, that the company is looking for a girlfriend for one of it's members Lee Minho. Thinking you have nothing else to lose, you apply. This one action causes your life to change forever.

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You awoke with a start, your eyes snapping open. You looked around the room until your eyes landed on Minho, fast asleep next to you. You couldn’t believe he was here, next to you in bed. Carefully, you scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. Minho stirred, opening his eyes briefly before pulling you close to him. You chuckled, resting your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Minho buried his face in your hair, giving you a squeeze.

“What time is it?” He mumbled, his voice laced with sleep.

“Don’t know,” you replied, “I didn’t get a chance to check.”

Minho tickled your side at your response causing you to squeak as you tried to wiggle away, but Minho just held you tighter.

“Let’s sleep a little more,” Minho said. You hummed in response, more than ok to get some extra sleep. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep once more, safe and warm within his arms.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” Someone was telling you to wake up and you felt something poke your face again and again. You swatted at whatever was poking you, that something chuckling. You opened your eyes to see Minho, wide awake, continuing to poke your forehead.

“Why are you poking me,” you whined, twisting your head away and trying to get away from him. Minho giggled, chasing after you. He caught you once more, hovering over you, as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. He took in your features, from your messy bed hair, to your tired eyes, before landing on your lips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, his lips moving softly with yours. You felt him shift slightly, feeling his cock at your entrance. With a rock of his hips, you gasped as he buried his cock within you. You gripped his arms as he set a steady rhythm, his eyes on your face watching your every reaction. Minho grasped your hands, bringing them on either side of your head, intertwining your fingers with his.

He was in heaven, the girl he loves beneath him, lost in pleasure because of him. He loved the feel of your hands in his, the way your breasts pressed against his skin, the way your warm walls fit snugly around his cock.

He shifts his hips so he can go deeper, the change in position causing you to loudly moan as he hits your sweet spot again and again. You feel that warm feeling building up within you, within your core. You squeezed Minho’s hands tightly as he rolls his hips into yours again and again until you reach your high, that warm feeling spreading to your toes, to your belly, causing you to arch into the man above you.

Your walls clench around Minho’s cock, causing him to groan before he’s thrusting his hips sporadically before slamming into you one last time, his hot cum filling your walls. Minho leans down to kiss you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. He leans his forehead against yours and lets out a sigh before pecking a kiss to your lips once more.

You watch as he leans back on his knees and withdraws his cock, his eyes trained on his cum seeping slowly from your pussy. He licks his lips and then smiles, happy that he’s made his mark in you once more.

“I’ll be back baby, let me clean you up,” he says as he gets off the bed. He cleans you up and helps you sit up, your hair now more of a mess than ever. He chuckles at the sight, tussling your hair so it’s even more of a mess.

“Minho!” you whine, slapping his hand away. You couldn’t help but giggle, Minho joining in.

“Let’s get ready baby. We have to meet the others soon.”

You nodded your head in agreement and followed Minho out of bed. You watched as he got dressed and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’ll be back to get you ok? Gotta go back to my room and change.”

“Ok,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. You reached up on your toes to give him a kiss. Minho’s hands slid down to grip your ass, giving the flesh a squeeze causing you to yelp. He chuckled at your distress and made his way to do the door, opening it and softly closing it.

You made your way to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. You felt sore between your legs, an occurrence that you’ve come to expect now whenever you slept with Minho. This time it was a reminder of your new start with him. After your shower, you finished getting ready, opting for a comfy fit, putting on jeans and a tshirt. You brushed your hair and did your makeup. You smiled at your reflection, noticing that afterglow, causing you to blush. You could say you were truly happy.

You heard a knock on the door. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you grabbed your bag and phone, slipped your shoes on and opened the door. There was Minho, looking gorgeous as always. He gave you a smile and reached out his hand to grab yours. You smiled as you took his hand and followed him down the hall to the elevators. You couldn’t believe you were about to walk out in front of everyone, holding hands with Minho. You honestly never thought this day would come.

If you thought it was a sight to behold, it was nothing compared to how the boys reacted when they saw you two walk their way hand in hand.

“Oh my god,” Jisung exclaimed, shock on his face.

“You’re holding hands, you’re smiling and you both look….happy.” Felix gushed, a big smile on his face.

You giggled at their shock, understanding where they were coming from. After all, you and Minho have bickered and been sworn enemies since you meant a year ago. Chan smiled at you two, happy that things worked out. He was proud of Minho and his growth.

You made eye contact with Harin and Seoyun who were sitting with Chan and Hyunjin. Harin winked at you while Seoyun smiled, both girls beyond happy for you. Minho walked to an empty couch and sat down, dragging you down with him. He pulled you closer to his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You were giddy with excitement, finally feeling like a real couple.

You all chatted, waiting for instructions for today’s gig. The boys had yet another fan meeting to go to and they were allowing you, Harin, and Seoyun to go, so you could watch from the sidelines. You were excited to go, as you knew it would be a fun outing. Once the meeting was done, you all headed to the cars, filing in one by one. Minho never left your side, his hand wrapped in yours whenever possible. He would bring your hand to his lips to press a kiss every now and then, sending shivers down your spine each time.

Once at the venue, the manager showed where you three girls could sit and watch. The venue was full, hundreds of fans lined up to meet with the boys. You were excited to watch the process, always seeing fan videos of what goes on. You were on the edge of your seat the whole time, watching as the fans met with each member one by one, as the boys spoke with the fans and had a mini dance party.

You watched Minho, a smile constantly on his face as he interacted with each fan and the other members. He seemed happier than usual and you hoped your new found relationship was part of the reason.

The end of the meeting came fast, as all good things do, everyone filing out of the venue. You and the other girls were escorted to the backstage area where the boys were. They were filled with energy and horsing around, laughter filling the area. Hyunjin ran to Seoyun, wrapping her up in a hug, while Harin snuggled closely into Chan’s side. You stood awkwardly on the side, not sure if Minho wanted you by his side. You remembered what happened last time you tried to take initiative and be close to him.

However, his eyes met yours and he beckoned you over, a small smile on his face. You grinned and made you way over to him, stopping in front of him. He pulled you in and placed a wet kiss on your lips. You were shocked, not use to the public affection…not that you were complaining. Ohhhs rang out around you both as the boys teased you two. You laughed with them as Minho had you stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“I’m hungry!” Changbin yelled, a pout on his face.

Seungmin shook his head at the outburst. “Why am I not surprised,” he said, teasing his hyung.

“Shall we go eat?” Chan asked.

Everyone agreed to the suggestion, as everyone was actually hungry. There were a group of eating places nearby, so you all decided to walk over and enjoy the night air. The banter was light and playful, the boys talking animatedly about the fan meet and making fun of each others costumes. They did all look pretty cute, you had to agree.

You all ate well, filling your stomachs with yummy food. You hadn’t felt this happy in a while, your cheeks hurting from all the laughter. Minho talked with you when he wasn’t chatting with the others, making sure to include you in the conversation. You were very happy to be involved. What you loved the most, however, was how Minho doted over you, making sure you had enough to eat or drink. He made sure you were able to pick out your favorite foods and even let you try some of his food. He kept his hand on your lap at all times, when he wasn’t spooning food onto his plate or yours, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

The flight back to Korea is tomorrow. This trip definitely would be one to remember. Your relationship was on the mend. You had your boyfriend back and you were proud to call him so. You couldn’t wait for the adventures that awaited both of you. **1 year later* Today was the day of your meeting with the manager. She wanted to discuss your last two years with the company and how you wanted to proceed. You couldn’t help but reminisce, thinking back to the first time you were in this office. You were hopeful and excited, this opportunity laid bare before you that anyone would kill for. You remembered your shock after your first encounter with Minho. The memory caused a pang in your chest, but knowing what you know now, it was just a roadblock in your relationship.

You are thankful you were able to meet the boys, their kind, gentle nature, and how they welcomed you with open arms. They were your refuge during the dark months of solitude, when you felt more lonely than ever. You were thankful for Harin and Seoyun, their friendship meaning more than they could ever know. How they took you in and encouraged you, wept with you, and cheered you on.

The door opened, pulling you from your thoughts, watching as the manager sat down opposite you like she did two years before.

“Y/n, we meet again.” She said, a smile on her face.

You chuckled and said, “yes, yes we do haha.”

“Well here we are two years later. Your contract has ended and so we need to discuss how you want to move forward.” She looked at you with curious eyes but she also seemed nervous, not sure how you were to react.

“Well, I don’t want to renew the contract.” You watched as she took a breath, understanding on her face laced with sadness.

“Ok, well…” but you stopped her, holding up your hand.

“I wasn’t finished. I said I don’t want to renew the contract because I feel Minho and I don’t need a contract to remain in our relationship.”

She looked at you, her eyes wide. You’re not sure she expected you to say that. She quickly recovered however and cleared her throat. “Excellent, that’s excellent news y/n! I’m so happy you feel that way. If that’s how you both feel, then we have no problem in agreeing with that.” She gave you a warm smile.

You smiled back, happy to she was willing to agree with you.

“I guess that takes care of that. I really am happy Minho has found his match. It’s been hard these last few years, many people have come but no one has stayed given his…temperament.” She stopped to consider her next words. “But it seems he’s found his match in you y/n. Thank you for giving him a chance, really.”

You nodded your head. It has been two tough years. You have been through a lot mentally and emotionally. You were ready to call it quits and leave more than one time, but thankfully you stayed…even though you had to, but that was besides the point. You and Minho truly didn’t need the contract to define your relationship. You both felt comfortable with each other to forgo continuing the contract and to just have a normal relationship. You both got the idea from Chan and Harin as their contract had recently ended and the company had let them forgo renewing another one.

“Thank you so much,” you said as you got up from your chair. She smiled at your on your way out, watching as you left the office. You let out a breath once you were outside the door and made your way to the practice room, the path familiar by now. You were happy this time, unlike so many others as you reached to open the door. You felt warm inside as you were greeted by the typical pile of boys on the floor as they loudly talked over one another.

Chuckling at the sight, you closed the door behind you and sat down on the couch, watching as Jeongin and Seungmin fought their way from underneath the others. Once everyone was untangled and slowly getting up from the floor, clutching their stomachs from laughing, you were noticed, a loud chaos of “y/n!” rang throughout the room.

You smiled and said hello, crossing your legs to settle in. Minho came up to you and kneeled in front of you.

“Hey baby,” he said, a smile on his face.

You grinned at your boyfriend, “hi.”

Minho pulled your face to his and kissed you, once, twice, three times before Changbin yelled “get a room!”

You pulled away from Minho with a smile, the boy grinning from ear to ear. You loved this man with all your heart and as long as you had each other, you could take on the world. Yeah, you two would be just fine.

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You'll Never Learn

Simon "Ghost" Riley X John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny could feel his heart slowly crack in his chest as he stared back at Simon, lips parted as he struggled to come back down into his own body.

a/n: ahhhhh! I'm finally writing and posting again! i deeply apologize for basically not posting in forever but writers block and depression hit together, this was heavily inspired and also partially written(via our texts lol)by @gaylemonshark so i hope you all enjoy! tw: mentions of abuse, heartbreak, no happy ending

Johnny wasn’t an idiot, he’d always known he could talk for longer than anyone cared to listen. It was a habit he’d been unable to break since childhood. He understood why he did it as a child, chattering away about his newest obsession to his Ma as if she were actually listening to him for once.

She snapped on him for the first time when he was just over five years old. Her face nearly beet red as she yelled and screamed about how ‘he’d never shut his trap! Always yapping her damn ear off’.

Johnny learned not to talk to his mother much after that, instead turning his focus over to his father. He liked helping him whenever the car needed fixing, or even when he’d sit down with some whiskey. His fathers anger was scarier, the shattered glass on the floor a reminder of his failures.

“Do ye ever stop talkin’?! Aye, I feel like you don’ even listen anymore!”

Johnny stopped talking much after that, only answering when it became necessary. It didn’t matter if he was surrounded by his closest friends, or his family. 

He’d learned early on that no one would ever want to listen to him talk, so why waste his breath?

It was easier being in the military, having to keep his mouth shut unless absolutely necessary. No one needed to listen to his stupid stories, what good would it even do?

When he’d been chosen for the task force, keeping his head held high as his new captain, John Price, introduced him to the team. 

They’re just your teammates, they’re not your friends.

The words ran through his mind like a mantra, a subtle reminder that he couldn’t let himself get close to them. Sure, they made him feel welcome and like he was more than just a part of the team.

It’s all lies, Johnny. Don’t fall for their tricks, they’ll abandon you just like everyone else.

He’d need to at least be friendly with the team, lest they worry and think he’s a rat. Last time that happened he’d nearly been discharged. His Pa would’ve had his hide if that happened.

It started out innocent enough, enjoying a pint with everyone, the scent of beer and smoke filling the air. The lines around Simon’s eyes deepened with every laugh. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Damnit! He’d been doing so good lately, keeping his nose down and ignoring any feelings that could come up. Lord knows his father was ready to beat him black and blue when he’d found out he liked men.

Johnny had wailed, told his father he still liked women as well. It just landed him in the army so he’d be able to finally escape the abuse. No one needed to know about that, he didn’t need their pity.

Unfortunately, Johnny was never good at listening to his own advice.

The first time he’d spent the night in Simon’s bed, he was sure that he’d met Jesus. His legs shook from the aftershocks of the intense four orgasms that Simon had forced out of him. He claimed it was a one time thing, assuring himself it wouldn’t happen again.

Until it did.

The second time wasn’t as rushed, they took their touch exploring the other's body, searing kisses lingering long after they’d fallen asleep. The taste of smoke and liquor was heavy on his tongue, though the faintness of Simon lingered in the back of his throat.

Johnny could deny it no longer when they continued to fall into bed together, finally admitting to himself the feelings he had for the bigger man. One time was an accident, two times was simply his own fault.

It took too long for him to begin to open up, telling Simon little things about himself here and there. How his mother always made the best bread, or how both him and his sister broke the same arm at the same age. The conversations were kept to a minimum, Johnny refusing to talk Simon’s ear off and annoy the other man. Worry creeped up along the back of his neck each time they began a conversation.

It didn’t matter how many times Simon said how he liked hearing Johnny talk, or the lovestruck gaze on his face as Johnny told him silly childhood stories. None of it mattered, he wouldn’t let Simon hurt him the way everyone else in his life had. Hell, he’d refused to even open up to his Captain or the other Sergeant in the task force, his Lieutenant wouldn’t be any different.

Johnny, why don’t you let Simon see you for who you truly are? What’s the worst that could happen?

As the months slowly turned into years, Johnny’s shell slowly began to crack, their conversations becoming longer as Johnny helped fill the silence. Anyone who knew Simon would know he didn’t like to talk often, so if he truly didn’t mind Johnny’s yapping, then why not?

Their missions went by with ease, Johnny filling the silence when he knew they weren’t in any sort of danger. The conversations were mindless, just a way for them to pass time until they either reached their destination, or were picked up by evac.

In that time, Simon never once complained about Johnny’s lack of filter. Whether it was cracking jokes and telling stories, or simply just talking about the mission at hand. It felt good to finally be seen, to know there was at least one person out there that would simply listen.

The sky was overcast as Johnny sat up in his bed, Simon already up and about for the day so he could get some of the much needed paperwork written up. He debated for a few minutes whether or not he should go and keep Simon company. On one hand he knew how dreadful and boring writing up reports could be, on the other he knew Simon sometimes did them to help ease his mind from their latest mission.

It was an easy mission though, why not see him for a few minutes at least? What’s the harm in seeing your boyfriend?

Nodding to himself, Johnny grabbed some clean clothes and quickly changed, making his way down to Simon’s office where he was typing away. He knocked quietly, softly whispering the other man’s name as he stepped inside the office.

“Come in.” Simon didn’t so much as glance up as Johnny walked inside, shutting the door behind him before heading over to the lone chair on the opposite side of his desk.

“Didn’t know if you wanted any company, I can go if you’d rather be left alone.” Johnny gestured towards the door he’d just walked through, not wanting to impose and anger Simon.

“Y’re fine.” Simon waved him off, almost as if the other man wasn’t really paying attention.

Johnny started on another story from his childhood, one that he hadn’t told anyone, he’d been confident he would take it to his grave, and yet here he was, telling Simon. The words spilled out like word vomit, his lips moving faster than his own brain at that moment. The memories played through his mind like a movie, a reminder of how much his father despised him.

SLAM!

Johnny jumped out of his seat immediately, heart racing as he stared back at Simon on the opposite side of the desk.

“Jesus! Do ya ever shut your goddamn mouth!?” Before Johnny could reply, unsure if he even wanted to, Simon cut him off again. “I swear! All you ever do is talk! I can hardly ‘ear myself think!” Simon’s chest fell and rose harshly, his brow furrowed as the wrinkle between them deepened. “For once in your life, shut the fuck up!” Simon spat harshly, lip pulled back in a snarl.

Johnny could feel his heart slowly crack in his chest as he stared back at Simon, lips parted as he struggled to come back down into his own body. He slowly closed his mouth, jaw hardening as he slowly came to terms with his reality.

It didn’t matter how much someone claimed to love him, he would always need to hide a part of him to be more palatable. No one would ever be able to love John MacTavish the way he deserved.

“I understand, sorry for wasting your time.” Johnny’s words were clipped, tone sharp as he turned and made his way out of Simon’s office before his superior could come to his senses.

Simon watched as Johnny walked out, heart rate slowing until he was calm once more. The harsh reality of his words slowly beginning to sink in. He’d seen how shy Johnny was when he first joined the task force, having assumed that Johnny was just nervous around the other men. His eyes widened in horror as Johnny’s story began to suddenly make sense. 

He never talked about his parents, or his sister, or even any of his friends from when he was younger. Never wanted to talk about anything until Simon told him he liked talking with him, it helped fill the silence.

God, Simon was such an idiot.

He’d destroyed Johnny’s trust in him, and he wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to repair that.

[museofthepyre]

Every day I wake up with a start, drenched in a cold sweat, plagued by a reoccurring nightmare about the most baffling CHNT take I’ve ever seen, which basically went… ahem.

“So what if Jedidiah is avoiding and ignoring Sydney 😒? That’s not neglect, because he owes Sydney nothing. Jedidiah owes Sydney nothing. He has no obligation whatsoever to be there for Sydney, and it’s manipulative of Sydney to be upset about his absence.”

Ahhhhh yes. Indubitably. Y’know now that I think about it….

Y’know how food is used to symbolize love a lot in CHNT? And, do y’all remember file 18, when we got all those analogies for Sydney and Jedidiah’s current-day relationship in the form of childhood stories? Specifically that one where Jedidiah became so attached to a fruit fly that he couldn’t bare to let it go… so he put it in a container, kept it trapped, neglected to feed it, and watched it throw itself against the walls until it died of starvation?

Yeah. That starving insect was emotionally manipulating child Jedidiah by acting out in distress. I mean, throwing itself against the walls like that? Totally uncalled for. Jedidiah had absolutely no obligation to care for it. So what if he leaves it alone in there? That’s not neglect— he owes it nothing!!!!!

Wait. What do you mean he put the fly in the container. What do you mean he took on the responsibility of feeding it when he trapped it in a container, and took away its freedom to fly around and seek food for itself. All so he could keep the fly forever and never let it go. Without giving it a say, simply because he can’t handle saying goodbye. What do you mean the fly was acting erratically because it was starving and crying out for help. For the ONE PERSON who could feed it to just *notice*, and offer any sustenance at all. Or to just set it free. Errrrm… that’s actually emotional manipulation and we need to hold that villainous little fruit fly accountable.

Also side question what the fuck is a literary device and what do the words “analogy” and “metaphor” mean. What is that. Stop cursing at me. Those aren’t real words.

This couldn’t possibly be an “analogy” for how Jedidiah PREFORMED FORBIDDEN MAGIC ON SYDNEY to keep him “alive” and confined to the campgrounds (which he now cannot leave), simply because Jedidiah couldn’t bare to say goodbye. How he leaves him there to starve, all alone for 11 months out of the year, avoiding and ignoring him, PUTTING HIM IN THE CONTAINER AND NEGLECTING TO FEED HIM. Just looking in from the other side of the glass at his own convenience. Then being sad when Sydney acts out and withers, but never thinking to offer sustenance. Food being a metaphor for love, remember. Pfffffffft. That’s impossible and ridiculous!

Cough.

Also another side question what are themes and parallels. And why are there so many throwaway lines in CHNT lollllll like what significance does any of this have? Surely this has no deeper meaning.

Ok sarcastic bit over, that was painful. Media literacy is so dead it is fossilized in the deepest sedimentary layers of the earth’s crust. I’m sorry I hate getting fired up about this stuff but this strikes a NERVE in me.

Sydney has self-destructive and overall unhealthy responses to conflict, which often hurt more than help. Jedidiah owes Sydney his presence after ILLEGAL MAGIC-ING him into a state of pseudo-life and confinement to the campgrounds… for his own keepsake. Not to mention keeping him under the guise of a relationship, leaving him always reaching out an empty hand that’ll never find anything to hold.

They’re both flawed. This story has no blameless perfect protagonist. WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BUY CLEAR CUT “GOOD GUY” AND “BAD GUY” NARRATIVES AT THE NUANCE STORE. Ok I’m done now