#and he looks so good with that ponytail!!!

[theunsinkablesappho]

100% women enforcers of cultural standards of femininity.

I can second the haircut experience. As a teen my mother would not permit me to cut off my hair even though I hated having long hair (and it was LONG. It fell almost to my hips). My hair was perpetually up in a messy ponytail and chronically neglected because I didn't like it. At 18 I went and got it cut short. Over the years it got shorter and shorter... and I started running into more resistance. When I realized what I wanted was a fade (as a white woman and a blonde) I started to meet a LOT of push back from women stylists. "Oh but your hair is too pretty for that" "I don't think it'll look good with your face" (not at all a flash back to my mother's "fat women can't wear short hair", thanks).

Finally my brother convinced me to go to his barber. I walk in, explain what I want. He does ask me ONCE "Are you sure you want to go that short?" It was very respectful. I have since heard him ask this same question to men who come in and ask for a LOT to be taken off (I think to some degree this can be practical, people sometimes do regret shaving their heads after all). Now, because my brother and father sent me to this man, I knew he was cool.

So I just said "I'm a lesbian" and he literally went "Bet. Let's shave that head."

this is going to be a generalized take, so please forgive me, but women are an underrated enforcer of femininity.

I’ve noticed this with hairdressers. multiple times I’ve gone to lady hairdressers and said “cut it all off,” and they’ve gone “hmm alright,” and basically just trimmed the split ends. meanwhile I can go to a dude and say “hey, can you make my hair slightly shorter?” and he’ll go “on it boss,” and shave me bald.

twice now, I’ve also had lady tattoo artists add pink to femme up a tattoo, despite that not being on the initial design.

god, also thinking about this brought back a memory. my mom once threw a fit because my shoes were “too masculine” (they were black women’s flats), saying that I’d upset my dad and ruin the formal event we were going to. I wore the shoes, my dad didn’t give a shit.

I dunno. it just feels like the misogyny is coming from inside the house sometimes.

[debonairprincesposts]

Outside Sucks

Summary: Reader is an introvert. Jason is pleasantly surprised when you agree to go out with him without any arguments. Practically stupefied.

Words: 706

Jason bounced the heel of his boot against the concrete outside your apartment. Usually, this was the point where his anxiety started to ramp up. He'd rehearse his arguments in his head, mentally preparing for the barrage of sarcastic retorts and stubborn refusals. He was ready to deploy the "fresh air" card, the "vitamin D deficiency" card, and, if necessary, the heavy artillery: the promise of greasy, delicious junk food.

He knocked on the door, a familiar, slightly impatient rhythm. He braced himself.

The door swung open, and there you were. You were wearing a pair of ripped jeans and one of his old hoodies, your hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. So far, so good. But it was your expression that threw him. You looked... almost... agreeable?

"Hey, Jay," you said, your voice surprisingly soft.

"Hey, baby," Jason replied, a knot of suspicion tightening in his stomach. "I was thinking... you know... maybe we could get out of here for a bit? Get some air?" He waited for the usual pushback, the litany of reasons why staying inside was infinitely preferable to facing the outside world.

Instead, you just shrugged. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Jason blinked. He stared. He felt like he'd walked into the wrong apartment. "...What?" he managed to stammer out.

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean, 'what'? I said, 'sounds good.' As in, I'm willing to leave the apartment. As in, you don't have to launch into your whole 'sunlight is good for the soul' speech."

Jason was officially flabbergasted. He'd been ready to launch into a full-blown debate, armed with statistics about the benefits of outdoor activity and a mental list of every burger joint within a five-mile radius. He'd even mentally prepared a counter-argument for your inevitable "I'm perfectly happy being a vampire" comment.

"But... but you hate going out," he sputtered, feeling like he was missing something crucial. Had you been replaced by a pod person? Was this some elaborate prank?

You chuckled, a low, throaty sound that usually meant you were about to unleash a particularly cutting remark. But instead, you just smiled, a genuine, almost... sweet smile. "I know, I know. But I've been feeling a little... restless lately. And I figured, why not? Besides," you added, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes, "I could use a coffee. Your treat, obviously."

Jason's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't process this. He'd spent so much time anticipating the struggle, the resistance, that he hadn't even considered the possibility of... compliance. He felt like a general who'd prepared for a siege only to find the gates wide open and the enemy waving a white flag.

"Uh... yeah, coffee. Definitely my treat," he mumbled, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "So... you're actually... going?"

"Yep," you said, turning towards the back of the apartment. "Just give me, like, five minutes to throw on some makeup. Wait in the living room."

And with that, you disappeared, leaving Jason standing in the doorway, utterly bewildered. He slowly stepped inside, his mind racing. What was going on? Were you sick? Had you finally cracked under the pressure of his constant nagging? Was this some kind of elaborate trap?

He wandered into the living room, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings as if searching for clues. He sat down on the worn couch, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He was so used to fighting for every inch, every concession, that this sudden, unexpected agreement felt... unsettling.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe you were planning something. Maybe you were just lulling him into a false sense of security before unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration. Or maybe you actually wanted to spend some time with him, outside of the apartment, without a fight.

He didn't know what to think. But as he waited for you to emerge, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of relief, suspicion, and a tiny sliver of... hope? Maybe this was a sign that things were changing. Or maybe he was just setting himself up for a spectacular fall. Only time would tell.

[starconstruction]

can you do a cheating creampie fanfiction with twice chaeyoung

Cheating in the Club

Twice Chaeyoung x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: pussy eating, creampie, frequent references to cheating.

Word Count:1533, not proofread

The night raged on as the pumping of EDM music pounded against your skull, a cup of liquor sat in your hand. You had very little intention of drinking all that much, coming here to try to get lucky. It's been a while since you last got laid so might as well shoot your shot.

You sat at a booth, dark black leather to help masquerade the inevitable stains of various liquids. The people on the rainbow dance floor mingled into a homogeneous ball, bodies grinding up against each other as they tried to dance together. Essentially just groping each other and rocking heads together.

A strange girl busted into the bar, a space case covered iPhone in her hand as she walked around. She was inaudible from here, an obvious look of frustration on her face as she yelled something at the device.

Her shouting continued as she came closer to you, eyes able to get a good view of her. Slick black hair done up in a ponytail with a thick face of make-up all dolled up, her dress exposed her collarbone, a silver chain laying on her smooth creamy skin painted a blue from the LEDs.

"Gooooood you are such a fucking buzz kill! Every time I invite you out you reject or you fucking flake! I'm going to enjoy myself then don't worry about it!" The woman yelled, putting her phone aggressively into her purse. She looked around, eyeing up for a person to harass.

Seems like that person was you, sliding into the seat across. She looked you up and down. "Wanna buy me a drink handsome?" She smiled, turning the seduction up to 11. Voice sweet as honey and felt equally as trapping.

The mudic shifted onto something much more intense, resonating in your bones. The woman in front of you awaited a response, "Sure." perhaps she was the one you were looking for. She beamed, waiting there while you went to buy her something.

You returned, her eyes locked onto the beverage as it slid over to you. "Whiskey ay? Not a horrible choice." She teased, taking a sip of her liquid fire. "Sounds like you had an amazing time on the phone over there." You remarked.

"Yeah it's my boyfriend I keep inviting him to places but he's always 'too busy' like what the fuck I'm your girlfriend I should have priority!" She ranted, not taking a single breath as she continued. "I offered him to come out and he said he was playing Hades?! What the fuck is Hades?!" She was irate, slamming half her drink in frustration. This girl was certainly interesting, it was only now she was inches away that you could see the finer details of her beauty.

Her face was divine, carved out in Aphrodite's image. Her nails were painted a sinfully tempting red and black, all dolled up for her boyfriend. "He sounds like a dick, but tell me more about you. You are the beauty in front of me right now." You asked, her cheeks blushed at your complement. "I'm Chaeyoung, what about you hot shot?"

"Y/N." You replied.

-

The time slipped through your fingers as you two talked, most of it was dragging her boyfriend for everything he has done. He honestly seemed okay, just a bit lazy.

Chaeyoung had a devilish look in her eyes, "I got all shaved and ready for him! Someone is going to enjoy it! What say you? Want to come back to mine?" A twinge of shame came over you, only for a second though as you immediately nodded. "Good. Let's get moving!"

-

The apartment heated up as you two entered through Chaeyoung's door. Hands around each other's head as your lips crashed. Tongues fighting in an intense dual for dominance with no clear winner, your leg found its way in between Chaeyoung's legs as it pressed against her crotch.

You two pulled an inch away, catching your breath as your lips laid on each other. Breathing her alcoholic breath as you went lightheaded. "Such a better kisser than him." She rasped, hand squeezing your hair as you two went back in. Your tongue fucked her mouth, entering and leaving her cavern as it dragged against her lips.

Your leg moved as your bodies rolled into each other, clothed cock pressing into her body as you dragged your tongue across her lips, the gentle taste of strawberry doing it's best to fight the whiskey. "T-take me to my bedroom, 2nd door on the left." She whimpered, you stopped your assault on her mouth in order to see. Hands locked together as you dragged her along.

Her bedroom was neat and ordered, well maintained as the white desk laid empty. The wall was covered in various kpop acts, but that was not what you were interested in. Throwing Chaeyoung against the plush bed as she gasped. "Ugh, do what my boyfriend won't! Eat me out please!" She begged, legs lifted up.

You were more than happy to oblige, hands finding the strings of her boots. Pulling them off one at a time as her thick legs came free, your lips kissed just above her feet. You were going to make her beg for you, the dress was an impossible task to remove. The fabric fighting against you as she laughed, "Give me a second." Chaeyoung showed her expertise, it fell to her whims and laid on the floor. Body hitting her bed once more as she laid in her skimpy undergarments.

You got comfortable between her legs, pulling her panties to her ankles as you laid inches from her pussy. "What do you want Chaeyoung? Use your words now." You teased, hands rubbing up her soft thighs. "I.. Want you to eat me till I cum!" She purred, legs locking firmly onto your shoulders. "Say please, don't forget your manners." You growled, your mouth brushing against her flesh. "Please! Please please please." She begged.

Your tongue lapped at her fleshy pink cunt, basking in her taste as your tongue flicked her crotch, "God that feels so good! Your tongue is so good." She shuddered with unadulterated ecstasy. You were getting drunk on her scent, mind hazy as you played with her inner parts. "You taste so good Chaeyoung, your boyfriend doesn't deserve this pussy." You murmured against her body.

"Yeah! It's yours, all yours." She cried out, enjoying your tongue in her slippery folds. Hands grasping your hair as they pushed you further in, grinding your lips against hers. You found her clit, softly rubbing it while you sucked on her pussy. "Fuck! Jesus christ!" She responded to your actions. "Fuck fuck!" Her moans grew sharper, "I'm cumming god fuck!" She released on your tongue, screaming as Chaeyoung's body flushed a scorching red.

Her hand let you go, your wet face backing out of her legs. Chaeyoung's face was completely red, forehead saturated in sweat. "Fuck.. I've never came like that." She choked out, "Want me to return the favor?" She asked, her lips seemed inviting but you needed to fuck her now.

"No, I need to be in this cunt now." You growled, aiming you against her. Tip pressing into her hole as you sunk in slowly, pushing into her body. "Oh! You feel so big, way bigger than him!" She complemented you, inch by inch fell into her coaxing hole. Bottoming out as your crotches touched each other, firmly buried in Chaeyoung's cunt.

"I'm going to fuck this cunt! Make you forget that stupid boyfriend!" You yelled possessively, starting a consistent rhythm as hips slammed into her, "Fuck.. Fuck me hard!" She begged, each thrust becoming a harsh slap. Your hands kneaded Chaeyoung's pillowly asscheeks, squeezing the flesh as you thrusted. "Such a perfect body.." You let out involuntarily, Chaeyoung's eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Chaeyoung let out, unable to stay quiet as you kept pounding her sinful body, both of you were transfixed in each other's presence. Full of lust as you two leaked expletives with every in and out. "I'm gonna cum! Cum harder than he could make me!" Her words spurred you on, the rhythm once maintained completely fell apart. Irregular slams as you got closer to the pinnacle of her pleasure. "Fuck!" She screamed, tightening around you as she came undone.

You kept going while she rode out her high, "Chaeyoung.. I'm going to cum!" You yelped, thrusts even more desperate as you rode your own high. "Cum! Deep inside my body, claim it!" She demanded, you filled her walls with your desperate cum. Buried in tight as it shoots deep inside, shared guttural moans ripped through your mouths as Chaeyoung accepted your load.

You two laid entangled, cock rubbing against her inner thigh as your cum leaked into the blanket. "Go get my phone." She asked, you quickly left and returned, her legs laid spread out as her fingers showed her leaking cunt. "Take a picture, do the honours, he can see what he missed." A bright flash shot through the room as you took a picture.

Chaeyoung smirked as the phone hit the bed. "Come, let's go another round."

[steddieas-shegoes]

lone stars

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'ride'

rated m | 453 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: cowboy/western-ish au, eddie is a sweetheart, getting together, first kiss, lowkey horsegirl steve harrington

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He's sipping on the last of his broth when he hears it.

It sounds like a group of people, heading right for his spot near the river. He didn't expect to get interrupted this late in the evening, most intelligent travelers knowing better than to continue walking in the forest after sundown.

He stands and starts to mount Grit, his horse since childhood, but is interrupted by a hand on his leg.

"Stay quiet."

The shadow of a person is standing close to him, long hair tied back in a low ponytail. His eyes are glowing, but nothing else about him stands out. He must be wearing all black.

That's never a good sign.

"Let go of me. I'm not standin' around to see if they're friend or foe," Steve whispers as he tries to jerk the reins so they can ride off into the night.

"They're neither, but they'll bother ya for days if they see ya," the man whispers back.

Steve pauses. "You got a horse to get outta here?"

The man shakes his head, and he's becoming a bit clearer as Steve's eyes adjust.

"Hop on. What's your name?"

"Eddie," he says as he hops up behind Steve. Grit huffs, but seems to understand that he shouldn't make any other noises. He's always been an attentive horse. "Where ya headin'?"

"Not sure yet. You?"

"Anywhere you're goin'."

Eddie's hard to shake.

Steve doesn't really try too hard.

They ride together for a few weeks, getting to know each other. Eddie's past is dark, but so is Steve's in its own way. They're both loners trying to find a place to call home, maybe find others to help them feel a little less lonely.

Eddie's funny, and charming, and tactile. He's unlike anyone Steve's been around before. Even as a child, his friends were more of the burly boys who didn't hug type, but Eddie always finds reasons to touch him, to reach out to comfort or keep him warm or show him joy that can't be contained in a smile or laugh alone.

Steve doesn't know why he does it. The fire is warm, the stars above are stunning, and Eddie looks like the sun.

He kisses him.

Eddie hesitates. Steve thinks about being killed here, hopes Eddie will at least care for Grit.

"You too?" Eddie asks, voice shaking with what seems like fear.

"I s'pose so," Steve shrugs.

Eddie kisses him, he strips him down, covers them both up with the sheet they picked up at a general store a week ago. They push and pull, touch and kiss. They find each other and themselves.

"Want this every night," Eddie gasps.

"Take it, then," Steve bites his shoulder.

[softaestluv]

Sticky When Wet

Three times Ghost swore he hated honey with his tea and one time he admitted he couldn’t live without it.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega stereotypical behavior, Scenting, Angst, Miscommunications, Denial, Simon is bad at feelings, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Size difference, Eventual smut

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

61 days.

8 weeks.

Two months.

Ghost had been on a mission for two grueling months. A mission that shouldn’t have nearly been that long. It wasn’t even close to the longest he’d been away, but his alpha distracted him with every waking moment. Rumbled in his chest uncomfortably with every breath, unsettled from morning through the night.

61 nights of the worst sleep he’s ever gotten. His alpha burning angrily under his skin, thrashing against his veins in retaliation for him to solve the problem, the throbbing ache. But Ghost didn’t know what the fucking problem was. Didn’t know why his alpha was restless, what it was looking for, what it wanted.

Ghost usually didn’t rest well. Rarely did he get a good night of sleep, especially on missions. Nightmares ravaged his sleeping brain all too often. At least during those nights, his alpha wasn’t agitated, searching for something that wasn’t there. So, halfway through the mission, he gave up. Stopped trying to sleep, stopped trying to appease his alpha. Instead, he laid awake all night while his alpha was on edge.

Which is probably why the mission took so long, why he kept fucking up. Ghost never fucked up. Captain Price trusted him. He was lieutenant for a reason. He was meticulous, diligent, and precise with every movement. Yet he prolonged the mission with minuscule mistakes. Made a life-threatening miscalculation, and if Gaz hadn’t been there to shove him out of the way, the bullet might’ve torn right through his chest instead of his shoulder.

Then, the nurses kept him in the med bay for far too long. Truly, after they dug out the bullet shards, he was ready to return to his own bed in the barracks. However, they insisted he stay in the stiff hospital beds to monitor his health. He was fine; he argued for days, but Price wasn’t having any of it.

Ghost didn’t need treatment for his bloody fucking shoulder. What he needed was fucking sleep— preferably in his own bed. The medicine the nurses gave him didn’t even help; he still stared at the ceiling of the stale white room every night. Alpha still restless in his chest.

So after several days of losing his goddamn mind, of Soap keeping him company i.e. talking his ear off, he left the sterile room himself, despite the protests of the nurses who watched him walk out. He needed his bed.

Or a cup of tea.

Which is how he found his feet trailing the path to the mess hall. The mess hall that hadn’t changed since he left. Void of your scent. Stale. Plain. Just how it smelt when he left.

And there you were, just where he left you. Hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing the scent blockers layered on your skin, the pretty unmarked flesh of your neck.

Ghost wasn’t disappointed. Really. He hadn’t been hoping for the corridor to waft in your honey in the weeks away. Hadn’t been hoping that your scent glands weren’t covered in scent blockers.

“Ghost!”

He found your gaze, staring down at you as you exclaimed in shock. His irises darted over your frame in milliseconds, examining the expanse of your skin as quickly as possible, analyzing any differences in the time he was away. Your eyes widened, but it didn’t hide the bags under them. The red veins bloodshot on the whites of your orbs. Swollen eyelids, and red-rimmed lashes.

Though, he chose to ignore the fact that you’ve never called him Ghost before. Soft voice only ever iterated ‘sir’ or ‘lieutenant.’ Ignored how even his call sign sounded pretty from your rosy lips.

“You’re back!”

Your scent radiated off your body. Sage honey and sweet tangerine blossomed into the entire room. Happy omega seeped into the walls and cafeteria tables. Had the rumbling in his chest halting. The smell melted the tensions right off his alpha, easing the agitation that had been haunting him for fucking weeks.

Even through your scent blockers, the sweet aroma bloomed so strongly that it had the other alphas turning their heads in curiosity; they hadn’t smelt your scent in weeks. Ghost hadn’t smelt your scent in weeks, since before he was even deployed.

A scent so strong you practically had honey bees buzzing through the wisps of your hair, small bulbs of tangerine flowers sprouting from your delicate skin.

Ghost pretended as if you weren’t staring up at him in wonder, adoration. As if your scent wasn’t only radiating so strongly of contented omega because he was back on base. Back in the mess hall. Back in front of you.

“You look like shit.”

You chuckled, shoulders shaking slightly. A smile so bright you would’ve thought he paved the fucking floor you walked on. So bright you would’ve thought he hadn’t just made a rude comment to you.

“Haven’t been sleeping too well. You don’t look any better yourself. You’ve been on a mission?” You asked, bottom lip caught in the tight confines of your teeth.

“Not allowed to share the details with you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Wasn’t asking about that. Was worried about you, lieutenant. I heard you got shot.”

“I did.”

If Ghost hadn’t gone through scent training, he thought his scent might’ve matched yours. Flourishing brightly from his body just as yours did, contrasting the dark colors embroidered on his skin, the neutral scent he usually protruded. Alpha thrashing in his chest for a completely different reason now. Restlessness gone, replaced by his own contentment, humming vibrations threatening to leave his throat.

“Are you okay?” You asked, brows furrowing in concern, doe eyes laced with worry.

“I’m fine.”

God, you were practically purring. Scent beaming off you in thick waves, satisfied to know he was okay. He was sure if evolution hadn’t eliminated tails, yours would’ve been swishing behind you erratically. Wagging excitedly at the mere image of him, like you had been waiting days for your owner to come home and give you attention. Crashing into the counters behind you and swiping the contents off.

“I’m happy you’re okay! I tried to visit you in the med bay.”

Ghost grunted, arching his brow at you.

“They wouldn’t let me, though,” You mumbled quietly, “Said you didn’t want any visitors.”

“I didn’t know you came by.”

It was his turn to furrow his brows, confusion flooding his irises. Heat warming his body, down to his fingertips, alpha preening that you wanted to check on him, were worried about him. Slightly irritated that he could’ve seen you sooner if they hadn’t turned you away from him.

“It’s okay. Soap has been filling me in,” You paused, scratching the back of your neck bashfully, “Warded off all the rude alphas in your absence.”

“Good. Told him to,” Ghost responded, voice gruff, “I’ll let the nurses know to let you in next time.”

And there was that pretty pink tinge to your cheeks again.

“Hopefully there won’t be a next time to you getting hurt,” You blushed, diverting your gaze to fidget with the tray on the counter.

“Leave the worrying for each other up to me,” Sincere eyes rooting you to the spot, like he was demanding you not to worry.

You nodded, pink face flushing red. Scent turning sweeter, impossibly so, as you stammered endearingly, “Well, I hope the tea tastes up to your standards, sir.”

Simon hummed in response, stepping away to find a spot tucked into the corner of the mess hall. Delving into the cup of tea on his tray like it was fucking heaven on earth. Sage honey and citrus tangerine diluted his tea sweet and syrupy; the first sugared cup he’s had since you put those scent blockers on.

Every ache, burn, itch, dulled away between each gulp of warm tea. Finding what his alpha had been searching, yearning for all along. Watching you behind the counter as he drank cup after cup of your honeyed tea. His alpha was satisfied and contented as he watched your eyes crinkle with each smile, swallowing your balmy scent down. Lingering in the cafeteria for longer than he needed, the food finished minutes ago.

And if he returned to his bed after four cups, alpha settled, satiated, and happy. Slept through the entire night for the first time in weeks, he told himself it was because he was in his own bed and not because of your sweetened tea, honeyed scent, or soft words.

Tag List: @terrifiedanimegirl @night-girl-301 @identity2212

[binisbun]

zb1 nsfw links

contains (in order of each member): recording, rough sex, spanking, begging, (jiwoong), subspace, sensory deprivation, kinda bratty(?) (hao), lovemaking (hanbin), riding, strength kink (matthew), throat training (taerae), use of a leash, fingering (ricky), exhibitionism, use of a vibrator (gyuvin), riding, accidental creampie (gunwook)

it’s rare for jiwoong to get rough with you but when he does, he loves hearing you beg for more and spanking your ass bright red. he swears looking at the video later and watching your eyes roll back could instantly get him hard all over again.

hao feels the best when you put him back in his place after a long day of schedules. blindfolding him and jerking him off while he sucks and pinches your nipples to feel nice and relaxed. he always knows when he’s been a good boy bc you give him kisses !!

intimacy is very important to hanbin. he cherishes the time that you two get alone, making love on your shared bed as he looks into your eyes. you crumble under him so beautifully and he wishes he could stay like this forever.

matthew gets an ego boost when you approach him at the club and compliment his massive biceps. he’ll definitely take you back to his apartment after the club shuts and use his strength to grip your hips while you bounce your ass on his cock.

the size of taerae’s cock is so hard to fit in your mouth since it’s so thick. he uses his hand to make a makeshift ponytail while he fucks your face a little, encouraging you to take more of his cock since he’s so impatient and can’t wait much longer.

ricky loves to discipline you when you’ve been a bad girl. pulling hard on your leash while he fingerfucks your pretty pussy relentlessly. the pitch of your moans always gets higher when he pulls and that only makes his cock harder, straining in his pants.

you never thought gyuvin would be such a slut but he’s such an obedient boy for you, sending videos of him using a vibe whenever you ask. the thought of being caught at work turns him on so much that his cock is endlessly leaking cum :(

gunwook panics at the sight of you taking off the condom while you’re on top of him, scared of the initial thought of knocking you up. however, the thought of filling you up turns him on so much, cumming a lot earlier than he expected to.

cee’s taglist -> @kunkunlele

divider creds: cafekitsune :3

[aspivampi]

Gentle Kisses

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It had been a couple of months since the events we all know took place. Angel's house had never been the same but not in such a bad way. They were happy to be waking up with Smiling Critters surrounding them and snoring sweetly. The warmth of so many furry toys made them reconsider going back to sleep. They had to get up , however. The chores won't do themselves. As their mind was processing all the things they needed to do that morning , they heard a quiet CREAK from the room next to theirs.

-Good to see I'm not the only one up. - Angel yawned and chuckled after.

But maybe let's focus on the one that short story is actually about.

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Kissy Missy stayed right where she was , not bothering to check , what the noises downstairs were all about. It wasn't until Angel came up to her room , that she took her gaze off the window she was looking through.

-So it's you I heard frivoling about earlier. - the yellow skinned person gave Kissy a soft smile.

Angel approached casually and sat beside Kissy. The floorboards creaked quietly as they parked their rear on the floor.

-Aren't you coming downstairs ? Breakfast is ready. - Angel asked as they were tying their unruly , spiky hair into a ponytail.

Kissy's eyes glistened at the thought of a warm meal.

-I made pancakes. - Angel added subtly and that was enough to get Kissy to come downstairs.

Kissy's monkey-like feet stomped down the stairs only to arrive in the kitchen and see a saddening sight. The kitchen table had been picked clean from any remains of breakfast. Angel's arms drooped.

-Oh gosh darnit. - they groaned. - Picky ! Did you eat all of the pancakes ?!

-... No ? - a high-pitched voice echoed from the garden outside.

-Come here ! - Angle growled blithely and took off running.

The laughter of Picky Piggy and a few of her comrades rang from outside. It was nice , really. Kissy grabbed the sweater. Angel gave her some hand-me-downs when they arrived at their house. All of the toys got clothes to wear , it reminded them of the simpler , nicer times. Kissy made her way outside just in time to see Angel capture Picky. Snip-its of their conversation could be heard from a distance.

-You little imp ! What happened to the pancakes ?

-I don't know.

-Oh , I think you do know. - Angel smirked mischeviously. - Spit it out !

Picky's giggles mixed with snorts resonated all around as she received her punishment from her caretaker. Those tickly fingers of theirs could be a menace to all toys.

Kissy Missy ignored the rumble in her stomach , got up from the stool she was sitting on and joined her friends outside.

One , certain someone was missing from the group. It made Kissy wonder. She approached Angel and put her hand on their shoulder.

-What is it , sweetie ? - Angel took a break from playing with Picky Piggy to address their tall friend.

Kissy made a peculiar shape with her hands above her head. It took Angel a second to understand , what Kissy meant.

-Where is Doey ? He went for a short walk. He should be nearby. - they answered simply.

Kissy nodded her head , true to her name , gave Angel a kiss as an expression of gratitude and went out to search for her best pal. The woods grew close to their house and it was a perfect place for Doey to go to. He mentioned many times , how calming and relaxing it was to be out there. The woods weren't all that big , you could clear them entirely in a matter of around ten minutes. Kissy didn't have to coddiwomple for long in order to find , who she was looking for.

On a long , thick log sat a figure very familiar for Kissy Missy. Even with all the changes to his physical appearance , he was still the same , good ol' Doey. The pot-bellied doll turned their head just in time to see Kissy approach him.

-Hiya , Kissy ! - he smiled.

His smiley had some laziness or maybe tranquility to it. You could just tell it was the expression of somebody who knew , thet were finally safe and sound.

Kissy Missy sat down beside her best friend. The log was a little uncomfortable to sit on , so they settled on sitting on grass. The summer breeze blew gently and carried the sweet smell of bourtree with it.

Doey chuckled softly.

-Can you believe it ? We are finally out. - he uttered under his breath.

Kissy turned her head to face him. If she could speak she would propably say : " it's hard to believe but yes " but because she couldn't , she resorted to squeezing Doey's hand. He got the message and that's what mattered.

They spent the next couple of minutes just taking in the view of nature, It was quiet but in a pleasant way.

Doey adjusted the daisy , stuck in the band of his top hat.

-Why did you come looking for me ? - he asked Kissy. - It's not that I mind , you know.

Kissy Missy just shrugged.

-Don't know ? Heh , alright. - Doey chuckled , closing his eyes.

A couple of leaves got blown down from nearby trees. They landed around Doey and Kissy , a couple ended up on Doey's head. He shook his noggin around to get them off. Kissy placed her fuzzy head in the crook of Doey's bendy neck. The moment of closeness between the two friends got interrupted by a quizzical noise. It came along with some squirming and quaking.

Kissy removed her think-box from it's perch , which was Doey's shoulder. She looked at him with interest.

-Apologies , Kissy. Your fur just tickled me , that's all. - he snickered while rubbing the tingles away with his hand.

Kissy Missy responded to that with a coy smile. An idea popped into her fuzzy head. It was a nice day already and a laugh or two would make it even better.

She wrapped her noodle arms around Doey's trunk , letting her plush hands rest on his round paunch. It could just be a simple , sweet hug or a tickle trap. In that case it was both. The pink , plush doll innocently wriggled her monkey-like paws , her fluffy fur rubbed against Doey's belly.

Kissy might be playing it off as her just trying to get a better grip on Doey but is she really doing that ?

Doey's voice quickly started cracking.

-Mwehehehehe ! Ahahaha Kihihihisyhyhyhy !

Kissy pretended not to be hearing her friends'es protests but were they protests really ?

He didn't say "stop".

She did what her name alluded to and peppered plenty of tickly kisses all over Doey's tummy.

-Bahahaha ! Nohoho ! Nahaha *SNORT* hat theheHEHEHEHE kihihihissehehes !

Oh yes. Yes , the kisses.

Kissy then proceeded to start kneading on Doey's sides and hips. The dough squished underneath her fingers , she almost fell like a baker.

-AhahaHAHAHA ! KiHIHIHIHIISSYHY ! *SQUEAK* HEHEHEHE ! *SNORT*

Kissy Missy was so focused on doing her part in that tickle fight , that she forgot abouth the fact , that Doey could be a menace as well. She felt a tap on the shoulder out of nowhere.

-Heheh , watch your back , my dear. - Doey wheezed , remnants of laughter still caught up in his throat.

The pink , fluffy sweetheart suddenly got grabbed by the shoulders. The surprise on her face quickly changed into a wobbly smile. Doey trapped Kissy in a friendly bear-hug.

-You must have forgotten that I am the tickle monster around these parts ! - he grinned , showing off his sharp , red teeth.

The tickle monster in question took the opportunity to strike. Doey dug his stubby fingers into Kissy's sides and that prompted the following answer :

-*SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* *PEEP* *CHIRP*

-Aww ! You are like a little squeaky toy. - her best buddy complimented on her reaction. - How adorable ! How about here ?

Doey nuzzled his face into Kissy's neck. She immediately scrunched said neck to protect herself from the tickles but it was no use.

More absolutely adorable noises came from the taller toy.

-*EEP* *SQUEAK* *PEEP* *MEEP*

-Doey ! Kissy ! Where are you guys ?! - a voice rang through the air.

Hearing that , Doey halted his little revenge. Angel stumbled out of the bushes with little DogDay perched on their shoulder. Their face lit up as soon as the saw Doey and Kissy.

-Oh ! Am I interrupting something ? - they wondered , staring at the two's amusing , and a little flustered , expressions.

Kissy shook her head , barely containing more squeaks.

-No. It's nothing important. - Doey chuckled gleefully.

-Well , that's great. I just wanted to say , that the other toys and me are going out for ice cream. Are you coming with us ? - Angel gestured towards the dirtroad behind them with their head.

-Of course , we are ! - Doey answered.

He got up and helped Kissy stand up. Soon they both headed to the ice cream parlour with Angel and the Critters,

Doey and Kissy playfully bumped into eachother as they walked and exchanged laughs as the sun set on the horizon.

*THE END*

[macolethings]

The First Date - Imperfectly Perfect Series

After working together for a few months, Lexa finally mustered up the courage to ask Clarke out on a date, giving Clarke a chance to see a completely different side of her. 

Read here on A03 or continue on below:

“Face shields, check. Neck guard, check.” Lexa said to herself, making sure she had everything she needed for her date with Clarke today.

Lexa had finally mustered up the courage to ask her on a real date after their recent “non-date” coffee date Clarke owed Lexa. There was a slight mishap of Clarke overhearing a phone conversation between Lexa and her sister Madi, and an assumption that the person receiving an “I love you” and “miss you” was a girlfriend or boyfriend. But it resulted in Lexa finding out that her attraction to Clarke was reciprocated.

Since most of their interactions happened while Lexa was training with the EMTs, which was Clarke’s domain, Lexa decided to show Clarke a little of her world on their date. Her hands had sweat the whole drive over to Clarke’ to Clarke’s house. It was beautiful outside, so she had the top to her jeep off and the air conditioner on blast trying to cool off and dry her hands.

When she reached Clarke’s door, she took a deep breath in to steady her heart and knocked on the door. Clarke was wearing black leggings and a light blue shirt that made her eyes pop. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and she had glasses resting on top of her head.

Clarke stepped out, tossing the duffle bag of extra clothes she was told to bring onto her shoulder and locking the door.  “So, where are you taking me?” Clarke’s asked as Lexa beckoned Clarke to hand her the bag.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but every third Saturday of the month, me and a group of friends meet up to play paintball. We could always use a plus one, so if you’re game?…” Lexa trailed off, unsure of how Clarke would react. But, Clarke had said she wanted to get to know her and this was a big part of Lexa.

Clarke’s eyebrow raised. “So, you want me to play paintball for the first time ever with a bunch of your friends? That regularly play?” A hint of a smirk peaked out on her lips.

“I am positive you’ll be able to hold your own.” Lexa beamed. “Plus, I’ll be there to protect you. Not that I think you’ll need it.”

They pulled into a gravel parking lot fifteen minutes later. There were three different fields, based on the mesh fencing Clarke could see.

Each one was built up entirely different than the others. One was a large field, filled with haystacks and wooden fencing randomly placed throughout its enclosure. Another had field had a tower at each end, with mini shipping containers spread about; a few of the containers even had doors.

The largest playing field was in between the two fields and behind the check-in station and equipment shed. The field was as big as the other two combined, and full of trees and shrubbery. At one end, there was a massive hill. Clarke swore she could see a bunker or two built into the hill itself. The other side was filled with… junk. But the junk has been used to make mini sheds and fences. It looked like a futuristic apocalyptic world where people used what they could to build new villages.

A gentle touch to Clarke’s lower back brought her attention to Lexa.

“That’s where we are playing today.” Lexa said, pointing to the massive field Clarke had just been eyeing. “My friends are over there,” she pointed to an area where a bunch of kids were gathered with a couple adults.

As they walked over, a boy barely into adulthood ran over to them, stopping in front of Lexa. Clarke was confused; he seemed too young to be part of the friends group Lexa mentioned.

“Commander,” he said, holding his arm out to Lexa, whose cheeks started to turn pink. She reached down and clasped his arm, giving it a shake.

“Good morning, Aden. Is everyone here?”

Aden told her they were just waiting on a few more people before turning to Clarke.

“Hi, I’m Aden.” He lifted his hand in a small wave. “You must be Clarke. It’s great to finally meet you.”

Lexa fidgeted for a second, before Aden continued. “Lexa talks about you all the time.”

She turned her head fully to Lexa and saw that the red of her cheeks had spread to the ears.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aden.” Clarke finally returned back.

Aden took back off toward the group, leaving just the two of them.

“Those are your friends?” Clarke asked, just towards the kids.

Lexa smiled. “Yep.”

“Little young, aren’t they?” Clarke teased, causing Lexa to laugh.

Lexa went on to explain how the ragtag group came to be. When Lexa was growing up, the neighbors that lived next-door to her fostered kids that needed safe, temporary homes. The kids tended to latch onto Lexa, almost like she was a big sister. She fully understood that she was privileged to have a family; one that loved her unconditionally. So, she shared that love with the kids that came to live at the house.

When she moved to Arkadia she looked for a way to do something with the foster kids in town, even though she knew there would be a lot of studying, long days in school, and weekend military exercises. Once her background check was done, she was able to start working directly with the kids. It helped that those that worked for child services in Polis knew her as well.

One day, a few of them were out playing in a park and saw people playing paintball. They offered the kids the chance to shoot at some targets and the rest was history. With permission from their guardians, and with Aden’s help, the two started a monthly paintball meetup. It gave the kids a chance to release any anger they had in a fun way, and gave them all a sense of community.

“So, badass Lexa Woods is a softy?” Clarke asked.

“Absolutely.” She smiled. “But don’t tell anyone else that. I try to keep that a secret.”

“Sure thing, commander.” The pink rushed back to Lexa’s face fast and she dropped her head.

“Stupid Aden.” she mumbled.

Once everyone was present, Lexa announced they were playing on the Maunon Course and split the group up, making sure that both teams had the same number of adults. Then, the rules for the game were briefed.

The Mountain People would have a flag that the Tree People had to collect in order to win. It would be guarded inside the mini mountain itself. Meanwhile, the mountain people could snatch up the Tree People by pulling a flag off their person, and they would be forced to fight for the Mountain People. The game would end when the Mountain’s flag was caught or all of them were dead, or when all the Tree People were dead or captured.

“Isn’t this a bit intense for kids?” Clarke asked.

Lexa shook her head. “I always inform the guardians what the games will entail so they can decide if it’s the right fit. Sometimes we just use the other fields and play simpler games, but we finally got a reservation on this field and I wanted to go all out.”

Lexa donned all her equipment, and helped Clarke into the extras she brought for her. In Lexa’s opinion, Clarke looked adorable in all her gear, including the coveralls that were a bit too long, but had her name sewn into them. She gave Clarke the mask that had the full faceguard, keeping the simple goggle set for herself claiming that she was trained for this type of thing and would be just fine.

Lexa took Clarke off to the side and showed her how the gun worked. Then, she stood behind Clarke, setting her arms hands into the correct positions to ensure an accurate shot. She was surprised when Clarke hit near the bullseye each time.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Lexa asked. Her eyes dropped to Clarke’s lips for just a second, but it was long enough for Clarke to catch, who bit her lip and winked.

During the ten minutes each team had to come up with a strategy. Lexa and Clarke, leaders of the Tree People, came up with a plan to send a large group of the kids with Lexa towards the main entrance of the mountain, while a smaller stealthy faction broke off with Clarke to the smaller door on the back side. It was risky, but Lexa agreed it was a great option. If it didn’t work, they’d have to lure the mountain people out; Lexa potentially having to sacrifice herself for her people.

When the airhorn blew, chaos ensued. Some of the younger kids were too excited to stay put and instantly started running towards the hill and shooting at anything that moved. Yellow and blue paintballs could be seen flying through the air in all directions.

Clarke had done well keeping their small group a secret until one of the kids on her team got stuck in the tree. She had no idea how he got up there, but he had grown scared and wouldn’t come down. As she stood on a rock stretching out to get him, a few kids from the mountain ambushed them.

“Maunon!” the kid yelled, as they closed in around them. Lexa heard the scream and ran as fast as she could across the field. Most of her people had been taken and Lexa needed to save the few she had left. But she didn’t make it in time.  Clarke had just caught the falling kid, preventing him from hitting the ground, when both their flags were taken. With her people dwindling quickly it was time to sacrifice herself as a distraction; it was her team’s only hope.

Lexa jutted back and forth behind trees to reach the main door. As hard as she tried, she got hit in her right arm and leg in a few spots. She finally dove behind a tree close to her destination, doing everything possible to stay in the game.  

“I want to make a deal.” She yelled. When all eyes turned to her, she waved her hand giving her final two teammates the signal to move in. “I just want to talk!”

She stepped around the tree, hands up, and hoped they would honor her request.

Aden stepped out from the door, gun in hand. He didn’t let her speak. “The mountain people don’t make deals. Fire!!”

With that one word, yellow and blue pellets rained down on Lexa. She lifted her arms to cover her face and let the bracers take the brunt of any shots that went towards it. Looking back, maybe should have kept the full shield for herself. That thought was solidified when one ball broke through a gap and hit her in the lip. She dropped to her knees, the signal for them all to stop shooting.

She laughed through the pain as she started to call out. “Medic!” She sat up, groaning as blood dripped from her lip. “I need a medic. Woman down.” She flopped back down onto the ground, arms and legs sprawled out.

Clarke jogged over to her spot and took her mask off. She was relatively clean, but she had a few paint marks on her arms and legs as well. When she knelt down, she slowly lifted Lexa’s goggles up off her head.

“If I knew you would do something like that, I’d have switched masks with you.” Clarke said.

“I’m a gentlewoman, Clarke. I wouldn’t have accepted.” Lexa rubbed her face with her hands, smudging the paint on her face into a teary-eyed mask as it mixed with the sweat.  But all Clarke could stare at were the bright green eyes that looked excited to see her.

Clarke brought her hands up to Lexa’s face, turning it from one side to the other. Clarke gently traced her thumb underneath Lexa’s lip to get a good look at the gash, but just like their touches as work, it lingered longer than necessary. Lexa shivered at the soft, delicate touch.

“They got you pretty good.”

“It was worth it to save my people.” Lexa smiled, then twinged when it pulled the wound further apart.  

Clarke gasped and put her hand over her heart. “And here I thought you did it for me.”

“You are my people, Clarke.” Lexa said, smiling again. “Damnit!” she said a little too loud for the company they had around them. Her hand instinctively shot up towards her own mouth.

“Well, stop smiling.” Clarke told her.

“I can’t help when you’re around.” Lexa winked.

Clarke shook her head and laughed.

“Come on Romeo, let’s go clean that and get some ice on it.”

- - - -  ∞ - - - -

Lexa stood under the shower in the locker room, letting the hit water relax her body. She always enjoyed paintball, but getting pelted numerous times, even with the protective armor, always left her body sore.

She was very attuned to the fact that Clarke was also showering, only two stalls over. So far, Lexa thought the date was going well. Clarke was excited to come try it again on one of the other fields, and when they walked to the locker room, Clarke stayed extra close to Lexa, brushing the backs of their hands together.

Lexa was also amazed at how well Clarke did great with the kids. Great may have been an understatement; the kids flocked towards her and she met each of them with the same level of excitement they brought to her.

Once she was dressed, Lexa stepped out of her stall to do her hair and makeup. She kept the makeup light and was starting on her hair when Clarke stepped out, still in her towel. Lexa tried to focus on putting the cream in her hair to control the waves, but she couldn’t stop looking through the mirror at Clarke’s legs and shoulders.  

“Forgot my bag in the locker.” Clarke said, when she saw Lexa looking at her, lifting her bag and walking back to the shower stall.

Lexa, ever the useless lesbian, just nodded dumbly and muttered a barely audible, “uh huh.” Once her distraction was out of site, Lexa shook her head and went back to her hair.

She debated on putting it back up when Clarke called out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair down. I love the waves.”

In that second, Lexa decided to leave it down, and control the waves.

When Clarke came back into the main area of the locker room she was dressed and her hair was down, but her bangs had been tied back.

“I just need to put on some makeup and I’ll be good to go.” Clarke told Lexa, saddling up next to her.

“I think you look perfect, just like that.” Lexa said, eyeing her though the mirror.

“Says the walking model.” Clarke retorted.

Lexa blushed and finished her light makeup and then gathered her stuff.

The drive to dinner was fun. Lexa and Clarke both swapped stories of their lives as Lexa drove them towards a lake to a small restaurant that specialized in a tapas; Lexa was a fan of getting several small plates so she could try as a many new foods as possible.

It took several attempts, but by the time they reached the halfway point of their drive, Lexa had successfully rested her hand on Clarke’s thigh. Clarke, a much braver person than Lexa, quickly grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers together. Even though it hurt, Lexa couldn’t help but smile, her thumb rubbing the back of Clarke’s hand. Ever the gentlewoman she claimed to be, when they arrived at the restaurant Lexa leapt from her door and ran over to Clarke’s to open it for her. She took her hand into her own, and escorted her inside.

Their seats were next to the water, and even though they knew they would be the butt if people’s jokes, they sat side by side to face the lake. There was lots of laughter, and subtle touches throughout the whole night; Lexa growing bolder as the night drew on.

At the end of the night, Lexa drove Clarke back to her house, walking her up to her step.

“I had fun today.” Clarke said, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. “I didn’t expect to get shot at on a date, but the kids were cute.”

“Just the kids?” Lexa asked.

Clarke’s head bobbled back and forth, jokingly contemplating the question. She smiled when Lexa scoffed.

“How’s your lip?” Clarke asked when they stood across from each other. Her hand naturally reached up and her thumb brushed across her lips.

“Hurts.” Lexa said. “But, I hear kisses can make things better?”

“Is that a question?” Clarke asked. “Because I feel like after months of training with the EMTs you should be more knowledgeable.”

Lexa’s hand reached up and took hold of Clarke’s waist, pulling her in close.

“Well, then…” Lexa moved her head closer to Clarke’s. “In my expert option…”

Her words were cut off as Clarke’s lips captured hers. Lexa’s body melted into the kiss, and she pulled Clarke closer to her. It started off slow, but they both sunk into the kiss quickly. Lexa parted her mouth, and captured Clarke’s lower lip.

Lexa pulled away ever so slightly, brushed her nose against Clarke’s, then switched sides to kiss her again. Clarke opened her mouth this time, intensifying the kiss. Tingles shot down Lexa’s body to her stomach when she felt Clarke’s tongue brush against hers.

It was the best kiss Lexa had ever experienced, and she didn’t want to stop. She pivoted slightly and pressed Clarke back against the door. Her hand trailed up Clarke’s arm, up her neck, and combed through her hair, wanting to pull her deeper into the kiss. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face as a small moan came from Clarke, even if it did make kissing Clarke tougher to do.  

She hissed as the smile, once again, pulled the gash on her lip apart.

“Oh my god,” Clarke worried. “I completely forgot about your lip.”

Lexa shook her head. “This is definitely worth it.” She placed her forehead against Clarke’s head. “Seriously. I’ve wanted to do that for months now.”

Clarke leaned in, and gently pressed her lips against Lexa’s once more. “I had a fantastic time today. And, if you’re up to it, I’d like to take you on a date.”

Lexa nodded. “As long as there is minimal risk of injury, I’m game.”

[lesmiix]

ONE-SHOT: Building a Family

Hyun-ju x Gyeong-seok.

Summary: Hyun-ju meeting Gyeong-seok's daughter for the first time!!!

Warnings: None.

a/n: 💗HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! check my pinned post for details💗

The apartment was warm and inviting, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the faint scent of freshly baked cookies. Hyun-ju stood in the kitchen, nervously arranging a plate of snacks. She had been dating Gyeong-seok for nearly half a year now, and things had been going better than she could have imagined. He was kind, patient, and had never once made her feel anything less than cherished. But today was different. Today, she was meeting his daughter for the first time.

Gyeong-seok had been a single father for years, raising his six-year-old daughter, Na-Yeon, with love and dedication. Hyun-ju had heard countless stories about her; how she loved drawing, how she had an endless curiosity about the world, and how she had her father’s infectious laugh. But hearing about her was one thing. Meeting her was another.

The sound of the front door opening made Hyun-ju’s heart skip a beat. She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over her dress, and stepped into the living room just as Gyeong-seok walked in, holding Na-Yeon’s hand.

"We’re home!" Gyeong-seok announced, his voice warm and cheerful. He glanced at Hyun-ju and gave her an encouraging smile. "Na-Yeon, there’s someone I’d like you to meet."

Na-Yeon peeked out from behind her father, her eyes wide with curiosity. She was adorable, with her short hair in two little ponytails and a pink backpack slung over her shoulders. Hyun-ju felt her nerves melt away just a little at the sight of her.

"Hi, Na-Yeon" Hyun-ju said softly, crouching down to her level.

"I’m Hyun-ju. It’s so nice to finally meet you."

Na-Yeon studied her for a moment, then stepped forward.

"Are you Appa’s friend?" She asked, her voice sweet and clear.

"I am" Hyun-ju said, smiling.

"Your appa talks about you all the time. He says you’re really good at drawing."

Na-Yeon’s face lit up.

"I am! Do you want to see my drawings?"

"I’d love to" Hyun-ju said, glancing up at Gyeong-seok, who was watching them with a soft, proud expression.

Na-Yeon immediately dropped her backpack and pulled out a sketchpad, flipping through the pages to show Hyun-ju her latest creations. There were drawings of animals, flowers, and even a few of Gyeong-seok, complete with exaggeratedly big ears that made Hyun-ju laugh.

"These are amazing" Hyun-ju said, genuinely impressed.

"You’re such a talented artist."

Na-Yeon smiled.

"Thank you! Appa says I get it from him, but I think I’m better."

Gyeong-seok chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You're definitely better than him". Hyun-ju said, looking up at her boyfriend, with a smirk.

She laughed, feeling the nerves ease completely. Na-Yeon was every bit as wonderful as Gyeong-seok had described, and her bright, open demeanor made it impossible not to feel at ease.

As the evening went on, the three of them sat together, sharing snacks and talking. Na-Yeon asked Hyun-ju endless questions about her favorite colors, her job, and whether she liked dinosaurs. Gyeong-seok watched them interact, his heart swelling with pride and affection.

Later, after his daughter had gone to bed, Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju sat on the couch, the apartment quiet and peaceful.

"She’s incredible" Hyun-ju said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"You’ve done an amazing job raising her."

"Thank you" Gyeong-seok said, wrapping an arm around her.

"I was nervous about today, but you were perfect with her. She already adores you."

Hyun-ju smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

"I adore her too. And… I’m really happy, Gyeong-seok. With you, with this. It feels like… like I’ve found a family."

Gyeong-seok kissed the top of her head, his voice soft.

"You have. And we’re lucky to have you."

As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Hyun-ju felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t known she was missing. This was her family now, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for all of them.

Hi! Are there any fanfics about player 120 meeting player 246’s daughter? I’ve seen some cute fanart and am wondering if anyone has written anything? Please let me know - thank you!!

[alley-fox]

All I can think about with the manga epilog is Shoji's fabulous glow up ✨️

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN | chk chk boom dance practice highlights

[doctorsiren]

Maybe you could call it Reunited Stans AU?

Also, how do you think the gravity falls locals would see those two? I think Ford would end up getting out of the cabin much more because of Stan. Maybe you could draw them going to town for drinks? I don't know.

I like to think the town locals would either be horrified of them and talk about them as cryptids in their own right, or just be annoyed by their shenanigans

I just remembered they’d be in their early 20s when coming to Gravity Falls haha

But yes they’d definitely start out as “those weird twins that live in the forest” but once Stanley starts feeling like he’s actually safe from that old life Ford pulled him out of, he starts going into the town, which then leads to him dragging Ford along

It’s probably a mix of both, where the town sees them as those odd guys and then also get annoyed by what they do, but also I think they’d think of them as a new endearing staple of their town once the whole “newcomer / stranger” title fades from them. It’d be sort of the same way Stan is in canon with the Mystery Shack, where even though people find him annoying, they also always come to the events.

Also Stanley 😭 your brother does not wanna be in that bar, let him go do nerd things

[hwanwooyoung]

[241130] Melon Music Awards :: Ice On My Teeth :: Wooyoung

[buttercupshands]

Siffrin in a Stardust Cookie event outfit because the name speaks for itself now if you excuse me, I need to sleep

[wind-up-thancred]

save a horse, ride a... *checks notes*... gunbreaker...? 🤔

[a-stars-art-blog]

❣️❣️ Happy Valentines Day ❣️❣️