#and here is where things get very self indulgent. bye

[grlquartz]

chapter 11 is up!

[ddejavvu]

steve and/or eddie with a reader who, upon first glance, is very soft and feminine (skirts n dresses n heels), but is quickly discovered to be feral. swears like a sailor and throws hands like nobody’s business. (mildly d&d and rock n roll obsessed mayhaps…) this is super self indulgent so dont feel the need to write it i’m just Obsessed with these men

Eddie's halfway to knocking some sense into the kids surrounding Dustin on the front walkway of the school when you beat him too it. Skirt swishing around your thighs, heels stomping into the grass, you shout, 'Hey, fuckwits!', and he's entranced immediately.

The chains on his belt and rings on his fingers wouldn't work half as well at intimidating the freshman as your rage-filled gaze and foul vocabulary does, and as you chew out the bullies for picking on the curly-haired boy, Eddie's eyes widen where he's looking out the window of his van.

He's surprised you don't attack them, impressed that you have the willpower to refrain from taking your shoes off and jamming the heels into their eyes. But you grab Dustin around the shoulders, tugging him out of their demented circle and storming off with him under your wing.

"Are you okay? What did they say?" You question worriedly, and Dustin placates you with his hands on your upper arms.

"Nothing! Nothing, it's fine, just- the teeth thing."

A near-animalistic growl comes from your throat and Eddie doesn't know whether to be aroused or terrified.

"Those assholes!" You huff, one heel stomping into the sidewalk.

"It's fine," He assures you, catching sight of Eddie's van, "Wait! Wait, come with me, I need to get my bag."

He jogs up to the door and Eddie's barely able to register him, his eyes lingering on you who's trailing behind him.

"I left my bag in here during lunch," Dustin informs Eddie, "Can I have it back?"

"Yeah." Eddie nods, afraid that if he turns around to get it, you'll simply vanish. You don't, though, you're still standing there puffed with fury when he passes Dustin's bag through the window.

"Thanks," The boy grins, and Eddie nods, eyes still wearily cast over your frame, "Oh! This is my sister," He pushes you forwards, and your demeanor shifts, a polite smile falling over your previously anger-ridden features, "Y/N."

"Pleasure," Eddie grins, nearly breathless as he shakes your hand, the same one that he was sure was going to end up knocking one of the bullies' teeth out, "You two are really related?"

"Somehow," You reach up to ruffle Dustin's curly hair, grinning when he protests by swatting you away, "He got the short end of the gene stick."

"You guys-!" Dustin's jaw drops, "You're meaner than those kids were!"

"We're teasing!" Eddie reaches through the window, raising himself from his seat slightly to pull the same hair-ruffle maneuver you'd done yourself only seconds before. Dustin jogs off to your car to get away from it, shouting indignantly on his way.

"He's so dramatic," You scoff, already following after him, "Bye, Eddie, right?"

"Yeah," Eddie beams, waving as you approach your car, "Hopefully I'll see you around!"

[sstormyskyess]

author's note: very self-indulgent content alert!! anyway i wanted to put something out there since i haven't updated in a hot second [my fall semester just ended and i am truly exhausted, but most requests will be done by the end of the year!] please enjoy some roommate headcanons for these two

author's note 2: also i have a lot of thoughts about them so this is probably gonna be my first series [there's gonna be a separate category on my masterlist for them] and also also don't hesitate to send little thoughts in about them i'm so open to spitballing with you guys 💜

cw: nothing, just fluff!

word count: 1600+

John "Soap" Mactavish / GN!Reader / Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

John “Soap” MacTavish

♡ If you’re touch-starved, Soap has you absolutely covered. If you two are sitting on the couch, or at your dinner table, or you just need someone to be by your side, he’ll be ready and willing to have an arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

You frown as you look down at your phone, the screen bright in the darkness of the living room. The person you made plans with tonight was now completely ghosting you, so you were just here, sitting on your couch alone in the middle of the night.

Your phone plops down on the couch when you toss it away, a weird sense of relief coming to you when it disappears in the sea of blankets to your side. You didn’t want to wake Johnny or Kyle with the TV, but you end up flipping the screen on to put on something to drone out the feeling of being left on ‘sent.’

A good fifteen or twenty minutes pass before you’re finally starting to wind down just a smidge, but little did you know, a certain blue-eyed scot had been watching you quietly from the hallway. You jump when his hands meet your shoulders and massage them gently. “What’re you doin’ up, bonnie?” He asks, smiling when you look up to meet his eyes.

“No reason, really.” You pout, your gaze darting to your phone. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t mention it when he sits down between you and the source of your worries. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder, turning toward the TV. “You mentioned this show a few days ago, right?” He hums when you nod. “You wanna tell me about it?” You smile and nod again, settling into his side and you start to explain the premise to him.

♡ He’s the type of friend that makes all the plans for nights out (or in, depending on your preference), so expect him to be throwing out ideas for little get-togethers. He also knows your schedule very well because of this, which initially caught you off-guard when it first started happening.

♡ He is constantly doing the weirdest things around the apartment and there have been a number of times where you’ve walked in on him “trying out a new hobby,” one which would probably get all three of you evicted because of how needlessly dangerous it was. The one that you can very distinctly remember was his fascination with fire eating, which you quickly stopped for many, many reasons.

♡ Soap refuses to leave for a deployment without seeing you right before he leaves. He has to get his goodbye hug in, after all! Even with Gaz trying to drag him out so they’re not late, he’s gonna be sitting right there at the door until you get back home because it wouldn’t be fair to just leave without seeing them one more time before they were gone for a few weeks, if not more.

Kyle rubs a hand over his face and stares at Johnny, who’s leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the door expectantly. “Soap, we have to get to the station. The next train comes by in twenty minutes and it’s a fifteen minute walk,” he reminds Johnny for what felt like the thirtieth time.

“We’ll make it! Stop worrying so much,” Johnny says with a smile. “Plus, you know how I feel about leaving without saying ‘bye,’ Garrick.” Kyle rolls his eyes and takes another peek at the time on his phone screen.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the sound of the front door unlocking has Johnny perking up and standing up fully. The moment you enter the door, he’s already on you, pulling you into a big, tight hug. Your confused noise is muffled by his chest and you have to force yourself away a bit just to get a look at him. “Are you guys leaving?”

Johnny gives you an affirmative hum and pulls away, still holding your shoulders. “We’ll be back soon, though. Price said it would only be a couple weeks this time around, yeah?” He looks to Kyle who nods and walks over with his bag slung over his shoulder.

You smile as you look between the two of them, scooting to the side to set your things down and pull them both into a firm group hug. “You’d both better come back safe. I don’t want to get a call from your captain like last time, John.” You give him a scolding tone and he looks a little sheepish, but you cap your words off with a laugh, letting him bury his face into your shoulder with a grin. “We will, promise.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

♡ Gaz stays at your flat more than Soap does because he has less family obligations. So, more often than not, he’ll be coming back to you. That’s not to say he has no family, but he’s definitely not as close to them compared to Soap and his family.

You groan at the sound of your sweet little kitty, Albright, meowing up a storm in the living room. You turn over to his bedside table, picking up your phone. It was still three hours until Albright was supposed to be fed and you were supposed to get up and ready for work. Why the hell was he being so insanely loud?

You roll out of bed with a huff, pulling on your sleep shirt: a painfully oversized t-shirt you stole from Johnny a couple years ago. You don’t even bother putting any socks on before stepping onto the practically freezing hardwood floor, grimacing at the chill that traveled up your legs. Shaking your head, you leave your room and turn on the hallway light.

“Shit—did we wake you up?” The sound of Kyle’s voice made you jump right out of your skin, a yelp leaving your lips that was probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Kyle, what is wrong with you?! You couldn’t have let me know you were gonna be back tonight?” You hiss. You roll your eyes when Kyle just shrugs and walks over to you with Albright purring in his arms. It was hard to be mad at a sight like that, with Kyle’s handsome face sporting a little guilty smile and the orange tabby cat making biscuits on his chest. “Sorry, love. I hope you’ll forgive us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter with a poorly suppressed smile on your face. “Is Johnny with you?” Kyle shakes his head and lets Albright jump down from his hold. “He’s back in Scotland with his family.” You frown at that, crossing your arms. “That bastard.”

Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at that. He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down a few times. “Next time, I’ll force him to come back. Don’t you worry.”

♡ He's an absolute menace when it comes to doing chores around the house. You and Soap insist that you want to help but he shuts you both down every time simply because he just likes cleaning and organizing and everything in between.

♡ Gaz is the type to stay on his military schedule even off-base, so he’s often awake before both you and Soap. He definitely takes advantage of it, too; you get up and ready for work and he’ll already have all your things together and a quick, healthy breakfast to take with you. All the while, he’s sitting on the couch invested in the little show he’s been meaning to catch up on, as though he hadn’t done anything at all.

♡ Even before moving in with Gaz, you would swear he had some kind of sixth sense for knowing when you or Soap weren’t feeling great. The both of you could think that you were hiding it decently well but Gaz would be there to prove you wrong 99% of the time, the other 1% being when he wasn’t around at all. He’ll always be doing the little things to make sure you know he’s there for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t work.

The first thing you notice when you get into your bedroom is the mass of folded laundry on your bed, the laundry that you had been planning on taking care of for a few days now but never got around to. Your various life obligations had been getting tiresome, so you were coming home exhausted every day and immediately going to bed after Kyle and Johnny basically forced you to get some food in your system.

The second thing you notice is your thermos sitting neatly on your desk with a post-it note attached to the lid. You look at it, confused, and pick it up with a tilt of your head. You smile gleefully when you read, in Kyle’s handwriting, ‘Made your favorite, drink up!’ with a little smiley face and a heart next to the words.

With a happy sigh, you open it up and take a sip of your favorite warm drink, perfectly made just to your liking. A couple knocks on your door snap you back to reality. “Come in!” You call, you smile widening when Kyle’s face greets you on the other side. You meet him halfway and he gives you a short but sweet side hug, his head resting on top of yours.

“How was work, love?” He pulls away to get a good look at you. You look a bit disheveled to be frank, but at least your smile was reaching your eyes, a wonderful sight to be sure. You give him a non-committal hum, and he nods, taking hold of your wrist. “C’mon, let’s get food. We’re ordering out tonight, what do you want to get?” You let him pull you to the living room and he lets you rattle off the food you were looking forward to.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[gilverrwrites]

if you had any inclination to do nsfw black mask headcanons, i'm just saying there is an audience for that and i'm in the front row 🖤🔥

NSFW Alphabet- Black Mask

Have been waiting all my life for 1 (one) singular person to ask for this. So here you go. Have a full alphabet of entirely self-serving NSFW Black Mask headcanons that give me life, I could go on forever but I wont. Please just take whatever resonates and have fun with it.

You can fix him? Oh yeah, well I don’t want to fix him, I want to be his good girl while he continues to be a vile and despicable villain.

CWs: Swearing, dirty talk, mentions of: humiliation/degradation, bdsm, blood, spit, pain. Nothing is graphic, but its there. I just think he's kinky and depraved, and I want him to do bad things to me ok bye. Rating: 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare can really vary. Roman is very kinky, and intense kink can come with intense drop both sides. So, if you’re someone he really cares about, he’s really good with the aftercare. He’s rubbing lotion on your bruises, running a bath for you both to relax in, “Whatever you need doll, I’m your man.” If you’re not someone he cares about, he’s not good with the aftercare. He’s sparking up an after-sex cigarette and tapping his fingers until you leave. If you take too long he’s kicking you out, he’s a busy man, no time to be waitin’ around for you to get of your ass. You should of known what to expect when you jumped into bed (or whatever surface) with him.   If you’re in the weird in between phase where he’s trying to woo you, but he’s not ready to bare all yet, you’ll get a slightly softer side to him. He’ll offer you a cigarette, wipe down any stray fluid, and maybe even let you stay the night. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, they’re the best tools for inflicting pleasure and pain. With his partner, he likes their mouth. Likes hearing them moan, or cry, or praise him. Likes putting his fingers to the back of their throat and seeing how long they can handle sitting still, fighting their gag reflex, ignoring the drool that seeps down their chin, until they crack. “That’s it baby, hold still. Get my fingers nice and sloppy.” 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There isn’t a single part of your body he would object to cuming in/on. However, he really enjoys a good cream pie. Especially loves watching his cum seeping out of you, then scooping it up and either pushing it back in, or having you lick it off his fingers. “Can’t let a single drop go to waste.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I thought long and hard about this, I really did but… This man just has no sexual shame. Will he jack off into your lingerie, yes, and then he’ll tell you to wear it. Does he wanna watch you fuck yourself? Yes, so spread your legs and show him what you can do. Does he x, y, z… Yes, let’s do it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Roman has been around the block and back again, multiple times. It’s rare however that he comes back to the same person unless he sees potential.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary may seem vanilla, but it gives him most of the power, and allows him a good view of your face. He wants to watch the way you respond to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually deadly serious, but he can crack a joke or too, usually at your expense.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(This may be a little self-indulgent here but:) Mans got such a deliciously hair chest and a matching happy trail, leading to a well-trimmed pubic area. Gotta look smart, in and out of his clothes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think intimacy and romance are two different things in this scenario. The things he does to you, and the things you do for him in the bedroom are highly intimate, but not necessarily romantic. His romantic side comes out in the seduction and the aftercare.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he ever jack off, when he has a perfectly good cocksleeve available to him 24/7 (you). He does masturbate when you’re separated for whatever reason, but if he can, he’ll do it with the aid of photos/videos he has of you. Will sext, but prefers a phone call, he wants to hear you getting off, and he loves the sound of his own voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Include, but are not limited to:

S&M: By nature he’s a sadist/dom, but will occasionally switch for the right person. Gotta put his money where his mouth is. Prove he can take as hard as he gives. Bondage: Less shibari, more suspension, spreader bars. Think restrictive and exposing. Medical kink: I’m not talking costumes and role play, I’m talking insertion, scalpels, examinations, enemas, etc, the whole 9 yards. Sensory deprivation: Sight, sound, touch. Impact play: Self-explanatory. Body worship: Give and take, he likes to be worshipped, but he loves to adore you too. Degradation/humiliation: Extension of worship, wants to fuck you so hard that you’ll do anything for him, even at the expense of your dignity. Don’t worry, it’s for his eyes only, “nobody will know what a desperate little whore you are for me.” Orgasm control and overstimulation: Especially when it results in dumbification. Praise: You did such a good job for me, “who’s my good girl/boy/baby?”  Gotta keep you sweet. He also likes to be told when he’s doing a good job.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Man loves pain and torture, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have some kind of red room for a good torture session with one of his enemies. By extension, I refuse to believe that he doesn’t have a sex room. Both are filled with tools and toys meant for inflicting very similar, but very different forms of pain, yk?  

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I once heard someone say something to the effect of: Sex is like money, only to much is enough. And I think that perfectly encapsulates Roman’s libido. Show him some shoulder, look at him too long, breathe in his direction and you’re in for it. “You lookin’ to get your shit rocked right here, right now sweetheart?” “What, no I just- ” “You keep makin’ eyes at me like that and I won’t have a choice.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Roman loves to get down and dirty, cum, spit, blood, sweat, and tears. However, he doesn’t like actual dirt. You’d catch him dead before he fucked you in a back alley, or just outdoors in general.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

In his heart of hearts, Roman is a taker. He loves having someone on their knees. There are very few feelings better than having your cock worshipped, choked on, cried on, by someone ready and willing. One of the few better things is pushing someone over the edge again and again until they’re bumbling and begging with no idea if they want him to stop or to NEVER stop. Overstimulation and/or edging is a delicious form of torture all on its own.

“Are you all fucked out already? Pity, cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

It may seem generous of him, but he’s really doing it for his own thrills.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, but typically foreplay & build up is slow, teasing, building to a hard and fast main event.   

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his first choice, but still a fan. If he has too busy a day or hasn’t seen you in a long while, then he won’t be able to help himself from bending you over the nearest surface and reminding you why you keep coming back to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d never let someone other than himself see you in a precarious position, however, that wont stop him teasing you about it. Taking you in his office or the back seat of his car. Anyone could poke their head in and get an eye full. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this huh? Maybe I should show everyone what a needy little slut you are.” Realistically if anyone actually did interrupt, they’d be leaving without eyes, if they’re lucky. Bonus points if you have a secret hero/villain dynamic going on!!! He’d fucking love winding you up by telling you he’s gonna film you and show all your bat-friends, or that he’s gonna broadcast to all the civilians that their hero gets their kicks on their knees for him ahhhhhh.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go like 2-3 short rounds at a push, but prefers one long, drawn out session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Yes. Yes and yes. Whips, chains, gags, a myriad or impact toys, vibrators, plugs, the works, and then some. See K= Kinks for more idea of what kind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing is relentless. Before during and after. “You want me to what now? Oh, well you’re gonna have to bed real nicely then, aren’t ya?” “Does that feel good? Don’t you fucking look away, I said does that feel good?” “You were so sexy, blissed out on my cock earlier, think I’m gonna have to make you do that again, soon.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud per se, but he does not shut the fuck up. Grunting with each thrust, raspy groans against your skin, in your ear, and so so so much dirty talk. “Don’t you fucking dare squirm away. That’s it, you can take it, take it reeeallll good baby.” “What do you want, you want it here? You want it harder? Tell me what you need.” “Does that feel good? Yeah? Who did that to you? That’s it baby say my name, say my fucking name.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can’t not talk about the gloves, right? I mean, the gloves don’t always stay on, obviously, he loves running his bare hands over your skin, pulling, pinching, spanking, skin on skin is so intimate. But also him being fully clothed, masked*, gloves on, just his zipper open enough to let his cock out while you’re fully nude; total head rush, he loves the power exchange.

*Yall can HC/imagine whichever version you want but I personally prefer my Roman with the mask stuck on, so it’s not like he has a choice in the matter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sad to say its nothing special. He is physically fit, yes, with maybe a bit of pudge after overindulging, but the main attraction is maybe 6 inches, cut, and of average thickness. It’s not the size that counts, its what you do with it, but he’ll internally thank you if you pretend it’s the best and biggest you’ve ever had.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

See M = Motivation. Very high sex drive, he’s ready to go at the drop of a hat. However, he’s good at suppressing it, being a busy man, he cannot be thinking about sex all hours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he has a pretty good control over his body clock, he’s one of those people that can just switch himself on and off when it comes to sleeping. He doesn’t have the time to be lying awake when he needs the rest, so through sheer spite he can will himself to sleep as soon as it’s time to, and he wakes up when he knows he needs to. This man is too busy, and to stressed. So if you’re doing it before bed, as soon as his needs are met he’s conked out.

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[galactickle]

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me"

Chapter 1

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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You sigh as you walk through the front door, finally, you think, home. You slam your textbooks down on the kitchen counter, today was a long day and not a necessarily good one either.

“You know…” your brother starts from the couch, “there are better ways for you to deal with your anger besides taking it out on your math book.”

You roll your eyes at him, knowing where this is going, “I’m not doing karate with you and Mr. Larusso, Robby.”

He raises his hands in surrender, “it's not just me and him now, his daughter Sam-”

“yeah, I know her” you scoff.

“Yeah, well, she's doing it too, and you should join. It’d make it a lot less awkward between me and her,” he pleads.

“Yeah whatev-” you're cut off by the power in your apartment abruptly shutting off. “You've got to be kidding me.”

Robby stands up, “I'll deal with it,” and he leaves the apartment to find your shitty landlord.

Turns out your mom's new boyfriend didn't pay for this month's rent like he said he would.

“I've got to go to the dojo, do you think you could stay with a friend?” Robby asks, grabbing his bag.

Your mind flashes to your best friend, Demetri, and how he looked at you the first time you talked to him. Shocked that anyone, let alone the cool-looking new kid, spoke to him.

“Hello?” you waved a hand in front of the dark-haired boy's face, looking to his friend in support, but he gave you the same wide-eyed expression as his counterpart.

“I-uh-what was that?” Demetri snapped out of it.

“What did you get for question 8?” you repeated.

“Oh u-uh,” he looked down at his paper, “24!” he smiled nervously.

“Cool, thanks,” you returned the smile before turning back to your work.

That had become a regular occurrence, you asking them for help or confirming your answers during work periods. Until one day you sat with them at lunch, and you'd been friends ever since.

You knew Demetri wouldn't mind hanging out with you, but you also had a bit of a crush on him and didn't want to make things awkward.

“I think I’ll survive here by myself thanks,” you say sarcastically to your brother. He shakes his head and turns to leave, “Okay, whatever, bye.”

“Bye!” you yell after him. And then you’re left alone, in the dark.

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“Y/N!” a voice yells behind you, You turn your head, closing your locker in the process.

“Hey Demetri, what's up?” you beam at the taller boy.

“You're never gonna guess what happened! So I went to Cobra Kai…” oh here we go, more karate, you think tuning him out for a minute, “...but then I went to Miyagi-do and Mr. Larusso-”

“Wait, what? You went to Miyagi-do? Why?” you ask. Demetri didn't know your brother, but if he was at Miyagi-do it wouldn't be long until he found out who you really were.

“Weren't you listening? Because that Kresse guy fucking punched me in the face! look!” he said pointing to his under eye, where you could see a faint bruise. you frown and reach your hand out slightly, before thinking better of it. “Anyways, you should totally join, I haven't actually done any karate yet but-”

“Hey! Y/N!” someone else calls out to you. you turn your head to see Sam walking your way. Great.

“Hey,” you say with a tight-lipped smile.

“You um left this morning before my mom could give you this,” she holds out a brown paper bag. “and I uh grabbed you this because I saw you didn't eat anything this morning,” she holds out an apple.

“Thanks,” you reply awkwardly, grabbing the items from her.

“Yeah no problem,” she smiles, glancing from you to Demetri, before leaving.

“Um. What was that about?”

“Nothing.” You turn on your heel and start walking to class, biting into the apple Sam had given you.

“It's not nothing, since when are you friends with Sam Larusso? And since when have you ever stayed at her house?” Demetri asks, hot on your heels.

“I’m not friends with her. And I’m only staying with them until my mom gets back or until we can get enough money for rent,” you say with a huff.

“We?”

“Not me and Sam, me and my brother.”

“Wait you have a brother- why- why have you never told me this?!” he almost yells

“It never came up,” you shrug, taking another bite of the apple and entering your classroom.

“Never came up!” he scurried after you, “you talk about your mom all the time! and you never once mentioned a brother!”

“Yeah well he's never been worth mentioning,” you look at him, finishing the apple and tossing it in the garbage can behind him.

Demetri looks at you exasperatedly as the teacher begins the class.

[kobayashisdragontypemaid]

Uh... hey there. Ugh, this is weird. ...Why is THIS weird? I've been living with literal dragons and dating one for how long? ... Anyway...

I don't really know why Tohru wants us to do this so bad- especially because you're the one who got us into this mess to begin with, Tohru! (I said I'm sorryyy!! But won't it be fun?) But... I guess I can go along with it for her. I don't think we're leaving this place soon anyways. You can all just call me Kobayashi. Just a regular 25 year old office woman... Well, I was regular anyway...

Until you saved me! (Im still amazed how one of the decisions I made while drunk ended up being one of the best I think I've ever made... Every decision you make is great, Kobayashi ~ Yeah of course you'd say that, you're madly in love with me! ... Fair point.) My name is Tohru! I am a very powerful dragon, and excellent maid to my beloved Kobayashi! (She's also my girlfriend at long last~ I hope we get married soon too~! Hey, don't get ahead of yourself, too soon for that!) And if any of you ever hurt her, upset her, try to take her away from me... I'll burn you all~ (Tohru! You're still not allowed to hurt anyone! Fine... You're safe, for now.) Oh, and I also do not take kindly being compared to this world's dragons! We are not the same huff! Somehow, the passersby still just chalk it up to cosplay... I swear that I'm a real maid AND a real dragon!

I am to believe this here is the Pokémon world! Guessing you saw Takiya playing or something. Wasn't Fafnir, that's for sure. Unfortunately. You still don't like him, do you? Hmph! When we asked locals, they told us we were in 'Sinnoh'. I kind of opened the portal to here on accident... Oops?

We did some looking around on the internet and found this website. I guess communication with locals could be beneficial, if we're gonna be stuck here for a while... We still don't know what we're going to do yet, but we'll figure something out. We'll just keep doing the best we can until then, right? Let's just take it easy! Oh, and if you'd like to hang out with us, or help us, or anything and everything at all (as long as you treat my Kobayashi well!) feel free to! Yeah... Sure, I guess. Can't hurt. Be careful with Tohru though, I love her dearly but she can be a lot sometimes! What's that supposed to mean?! Nothing!

Oh, and you can probably tell, but... we don't have any Pokémon, as of right now. Maybe that can change, but we don't know yet. Like I said, we'll see what happens while we're here. Not much else we can do. If we get one, let's make it be something Kanna would like! We could give it to her when we next see her! That's not a bad idea... But we're making this too long!

That should be everything for now then! Bye-bye~! Bye. [OWNED POKEMON: Kandakoro (Swablu)]

(OOC under cut)

Hi! Welcome to another blog by @/michellekyura! This is a faller blog for Kobayashi and Tohru from MKDM! Now they're here and hanging out in the Pokemon universe! And yes in this interpretation of them, they are dating, because they deserve to be girlfriends prove me wrong. (I chose for them to be in Sinnoh for now because that's where all the time space shenanigans happen lmao. it might not get mentioned a lot but incase it does become relevant)

Full on NSFW will still not be allowed, but suggestive asks are alright since me and both characters involved in RP are adults. Just don't get too crazy with it. Everything and anything else is allowed, you CAN go crazy with that.

All of Kobayashi's text will be pink and all of Tohru's orange! Maybe the other dragons will make appearances eventually too~

This blog in full honesty is me just enjoying crossing over two things I love deeply and as my norm very self indulgent. I'm just here to have fun!

Hope you have fun here hanging out with me and them!

[fairypoop]

DESIRE

18+‼️ JAVIER PEÑA X F READER

~ This is my first story/one shot I hope you like it 😤 ~

(Based on season 1/2 of the series Narcos)

*Its your first day and you meet a man you can’t keep your eyes off, staying late after work definitely has its benefits…*

Waking up and getting ready for work may be the one thing you dread the most, the exhaustion you feel applying your makeup. But no matter how exhausting it may be, you have to look good for your first day on the job.

“Fuck!! I’m gonna be late!” Taking one last look at your dazzling self in the mirror, you head off to work.

Back in America, you never had missions as tough as tracking down Pablo Escobar, Columbia was very different, and you were always up for a challenge, but god was it hard.

As you enter the building you look to your right, your eyes meet with the one and only Javier Peña, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, his eyes slide up and down your body, and it feels good. You purposefully chose an extra short and extra tight mini skirt for the day, along with a black button down shirt, tucked in with the top buttons undone, glamourising your breasts, making sure javier gets the best view, you’re prone to being slutty when you wanted to be.

* ‘She is beautiful’ Javier thinks to himself, not being able to take his mind off of you. Of course, he can’t stop thinking of you, when your Jimmy Choos stepped into the office he was hooked. Your elegance, sophistication, and cigarette hanging out of your mouth was enough to leave him drooling. You were enough to distract him from the fact that he’d have to be working late, after hours, the most draining experience there is, not even Steve would be there to accompany him since his new child had come along. He couldn’t believe the new member of the team could be so beautiful, and such a distraction, and he couldn’t wait to get to know you better. *

Unfortunately for you, you too had to be working late, since you were new you decided you needed to catch up, what you didn’t know was that you would have Javier Peña to accompany you.

“Bye Steve, don’t forget to keep me updated with baby photos” you smile as Steve grabs his things to leave for the end of the day. “Of course y/n, phone me if you need help with anything” Steve suggests, smiling to you on his way out. “Will do!” You shout back, frowning to yourself as you take in the piles of work that lay in front of you. ‘It’ll be fine’ you reassure yourself as you slide back in your chair, going through paper after paper.

Suddenly, you hear movement from the other side of the room and jolt back in terror, to find none other than the man himself, Javier Peña, sitting directly opposite to you, also sat behind piles of stacked up work. You smile to him, and he winks back.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced cariño, I’m Javier Peña, and you are?” “Im y/n y/l/n, pleasure to meet you honey” you respond, eager to be indulging in a conversation.

You can’t believe you are in a room alone with this man, you don’t trust yourself. ‘Keep it together girl’ you remind yourself, and you try, but the sight of that man causes all of the feminism to leave your body, his looks are lethal, and it’s driving you crazy.

After hours of sitting in silence, with the occasional keyboard taps and pen clicks, Javier finally eases some of the tension. “How would you like some whisky to ease your head from all the work, God knows I need it.”

“Hell yes I could go for some whisky right now” you respond, a bit too eagerly, letting him pour out two glasses of straight whisky into glasses, clinking them together as he gets up from his seat and hands you yours. He sits himself down on Steve’s chair, directly next to you, he man spreads and with one look there are butterflies all over your body.

“So, where are you from?” He asks. “I’m from Chicago, I got transferred here to work on the Escobar case with you and Steve” you smile, “I’m looking forward to working with you” Javier says in a teasing tone. “Have you visited anywhere in Columbia since you’ve been here?” The questions keep coming, and eventually you two form a kind of friendship, laughing at the dirty jokes that corrupt Javier’s mind, and solemnly smiling at memories you share with him, and the ones he share with you.

Eventually, after an hour or so of laughing, and drinking, the two of you look at each other “You are so beautiful cariño” Javier whispers seductively in your ear, you could cut the tension with a knife. “You aren’t too bad yourself huh” you whisper back. All of a sudden, lights turn on in the office behind you, it’s your boss. ‘Great’ you think to yourself’, ‘just as things were getting good. With a disappointed face, Javier brings his bottle of whiskey back to his desk, sitting back down in his secluded area. Your eyes meet his, and along with yours, his eyes are full of lust, a wishing for what could have been until your boss entered their office.

You could feel a hunger build up in you, and the next thing you knew you were walking towards Javier’s desk, letting him whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you may have not known him for long, but your desperation for him had grown dangerously strong. You lean on his desk, exposing you cleavage and let him take in the view, leaving him drooling, and horny. He lifts your head up with his finger, looking from your eyes to your lips. “I hope our boss doesn’t see this, my cariño, but I can’t help myself,” his lips latch on to yours, your tongues moving in swift motions, letting him taste all of you, his hand grips the back of your head, desperate for more and you want him to take you right then and there, but you know that you can’t, so you let it stop. Both of you are breathless as you look to one another. You look towards the bosses room, and then back to his secluded office, and without a second thought, you get on your knees below his desk and out of sight, letting his eyes pry on yours, and you feel his bulge with your hands, and it’s big, so so big, it’s bulging with need as you fist it, his head tilting back. “I need you cariño, I need you right now!” He exclaims in a whisper, breathless. “Manners” “Please baby please,” he looks at you with desperation, you need him as much as he needs you.

You unbutton his pants, almost ripping off the buttons, you can’t hide how much you need to hear his whimpers, you drag down his briefs and his cock emerges, glistening in pre cum, your breath was taken away. ‘Oh my god it’s huge’ you think to yourself, blown away by this man. Without hesitation, you lay your tongue on his cock and stoke it, licking off the pre cum and teasing him, and he can’t take it. “Fuck! Please please please I can’t take it baby!” With your head in his hands, he guides you cautiously, letting you take time to get used to it, and you take his length in your mouth, letting your hands work the rest of him. He throws his head back in awe, breathing heavily and he guides your head up and down his huge cock, until he reaches his limit, coming all over your face, watching you with hunger as you lick the last parts of his cum off his cock. He looks around to make sure no one is watching, and takes you on his lap, letting you feel his still hard cock underneath your mini skirt, kissing you harshly. He asks for your permission to take off your panties, you nod without hesitation, and once he sees this he wastes no time hooking your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your pussy, he slowly lowers you, letting you work at your own pace. You’re overcome with pleasure, needing more, craving more, lowering yourself on his dick and gradually finding a suitable pace, you bounce up and down on his lap, sweat trickling off both of your foreheads, he plays with your clit as his cock slides inside of you, he opens the buttons of you shirt and rips off your bra, revealing you tits bouncing up and down as you experience waves of bliss you have never felt before, that sight alone making him feel like he could cum. The sloppier the thrusts get, the closer you both are to coming, and eventually you both do, you come on his cock and he comes inside of you, the feeling warming up your stomach, and you are left shaking with sensation. He kisses your neck constantly, whispering in your ear “that was amazing.” You feel complete with him, and he feels complete with you, Javier Peña has finally found his match.

Hope you enjoyed xoxo 🫶😻💄💋

I <3 Javier Peña

[redahlia-writes]

for the write poll tag game, won by the roy kent wip (dear god what have i done)

this fic was born out of me knowing jack shit about football, so watching ted lasso was an experience. but also roy kent <33 and i thought of playing a little bit on that (transl. i was being self-indulgent)

i've never written for him before so the characterization feels a bit off, and it is a wip in its very early stages, coming directly from my notes app so be kind please. also i'm not 100% sure i counted the votes right (i failed maths three times let me be)

“no! i mean—i didn't mean you, i'm sorry,” she said, alarmed, then pinched the bridge of her nose. “i wasn't calling you an asshole. i was calling him an asshole—sorry.” “you said that already,” he mused, and watched her press her lips together in a harsh line, as if keeping the next 'sorry' trapped between her teeth.

“that was a first date? jesus.” “charming, right?”

“ah, shit. love's gonna kill me.” “what?” “uh, nothing. well—my friend lent me this dress,” he looked at her, still puzzled. “her name's love. she actually set this up, thought it'd be funny if i could say 'love brought us together'.”

“good. well, it was nice meeting you, but i'm exhausted—i'll see you tomorrow,” she pointed in roy’s direction, a mock warning tone. “sure,” he sighed. “bye, keely.” as she walked away, roy saw her turn around and, from behind the woman's shoulder, give him two thumbs up and a wide grin. he scoffed.

“so, where are you from?” “well, huh, not here.” “are you fucking with me?” “sorry,” she laughed this time, leaning a little bit closer with the ripple of it. “it's just—i don't know- it's stupid. i'm always extra cautious during first dates with what i say about me,” her eyes widened then, quickly glancing at him. “not that—i mean this isn't—fucking hell.” “it could be,” he shrugged.

“well, i better get—” “can i get your number?” roy asked, hands stuffed in his pockets. she was already turning away from him with a smile, and stopped mid-step. “i thought i'd ask.”

“roy kent? like the footballer?” she asked, looking at her phone screen. “i—sure. that.” he chuckled, and a pout took over her lips. “why are you laughing? is that not his name?” “no, no, you're right. just—didn't realize how much you're not from here.”

good, he typed. and then: do you want to go on an actual date? - depends. know any decent place with actually very good food? that is very specific. - i don't like fancy places, but i do enjoy a good meal alright then. i can cook for you. - oh, so you're a serial killer and i'm your next victim you asked for a good meal. - you own a restaurant? no, but i own a house. - see? serial killer. inviting me to your place on the first date. technically second. he hurried to add the next text. would you prefer yours? - god no, this place won't fit both of us, let alone the good meal you're promising roy let his fingers hover over the screen as the three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared. - alright then. but i will send love your address in case she doesn't hear from me after a couple of days now i know my time limit to make your body disappear. - dang it. a pause. oh, well. i'll take that risk.

“i don’t know the first thing about football, never learned.” “but you know roy kent?” “are you kidding me? you can’t take a walk without hearing that chant—real catchy, actually.”

“you enjoyed me making a complete ass of myself, didn't you?” “no, actually. it was nice to be just roy.”

“i never know when women are attracted to me because of me or because i'm me.” “who said anything about attraction?” she scoffed in mock offence, turning her head towards the other side. roy shifted closer, his chin pressing onto her shoulder. “your clothes are scattered around my living room,” he murmured, and saw at the corner of his eye her mouth split in a bashful grin. “i’m willing to bet you don't find me utterly repulsing.”

[raven]

this is only somewhat related i guess but i had a similar revelation about writing something original a while ago. i wrote some fanfiction online and i got really attached to the story, and at some point i realized the plot is far removed enough from the og source material that i could literally just change character names and make small tweaks and it could be just a regular book. currently working on editing/getting it published atm and it’s going well so!! :]

(also, while i agree that fanfic is not inherently made for serious critique/meaning and it shouldn’t be treated as such, i view writing fic almost the same as regular writing, just in a different context and working off another piece of media, and i’ve read a lot of fics that at leasts i consider to be genuinely good and well crafted. some of the most talented writers i know personally started out writing fanfic or *still* write it, so i don’t know if treating the entire concept of fanfic like it can’t be art at all is fair. but of course that’s just personal opinion!! i don’t think it matters much lmao but i just respectfully disagree w that part)

I hope that goes well! i know a lot of people dont like it when fanfics get published and i agree on most levels but ive read at least one (as a kid, so maybe im just remembering it as better than it was, but whatevr) where i was like the only thing about this that is somewhat similar to the source material is the character dynamics and obviously the names, like what are you doing just make it completely your own.. ok heres the thing. published r*ylo (or any star wars fanfic lol) is like garbage and trash and already overdone. but i would read, like, a published sasunaru fanfic. havent even seen/read naruto but i would read it. its just the literal nerve of publishing straight fanfiction. (the finnpoe one that people made fun of a few months ago also looked bad but everything star wars is kind of straight to me, and also bad) sorry if what you're writing is straight and especially if it's star wars but if it is do keep these words in mind.

anyways. i think it can be a useful tool in practicing writing (although there are some bad habits that are very prevalent in fanfiction) Also btw sorry the edible just hit so this migjt be less coherent. And ive read some that i enjoyed, some that were well written, etc, but its just. theres something to me that is just kind of . Self centered? and i say this as someone who has read fanfic recently like the vibes i get from the authors and myself as a reader. it's just like... Things You Like. its Stuff You Enjoy. its kind of like . its so self indulgent. (even if its like well it can be used to explore mature themes etc etc Listen on some level You Like It and its not because of its social commentary! or whatever.) Maybe i spoke too quickly on saying its "not art" but i. Well. Hm. i cannot vocalize this right now im sorry. Anyways. if u want to continue this conversation do not be afraid to dm me, these posts are just getting long and probably annoying and the edible did hit right in the middle so i didnt give it all of my best work. im like super high right now sorry bye

[daltoneering]

The Pool Scene: no reflections anymore, we're in the water now

This post fits in with the rest of my mirrors and fire and water series, but there was simply too much to put into one of those posts, so it gets one of its own!

This is the scene we have all been waiting for. And not only because of the trailer—but because it's been foreshadowed since early in the season.

In the first instance of The Pool, Kinn is testing the waters (heh) for how Porsche feels about him—if he remembers their kiss. They are super reflected and separate from each other. The surface of the pool is still, and there are hidden feelings under that smooth surface.

The second time, it’s when they’ve been through some shit (eps 9-10) and are trying to reconcile. They make further progress than they did last time they were here—Porsche asks Kinn to trust him and Kinn kisses him in response—but it’s still not a full admission of love or trust. They are still reflected, but it’s lesser, and the surface of the pool has more ripples. They’re also physically a lot closer (kissing).

The third time, it’s when they say the words "I love you" to each other in full admittance of feelings. It comes right after Kinn has declared how much he trusts Porsche to Porsche’s parents, and it comes in the wake of his promise to start anew in the ~proposal~ scene in ep 12. They are no longer reflected because they are in the water, and the surface is full of bubbles and waves and movement, and they are as physically close as they can get (literally fucking).

It’s important that we as the audience recognise the significance of this and the weight of this scene and everything that has been building up to it. We wouldn’t have had this scene now, like this, if they weren’t in a place where they fully loved and trusted each other. Kinn especially. His entire character arc has been about trust and how trusting Porsche has brought him freedom, and that’s been shown through the use of mirrors and reflections and where and when he’s been reflected—so this is super important for his character arc, because he’s not reflected anymore. By being in the pool, in the water, he's in the place where the reflections once were, broken free of that duality of self that has dogged his footsteps since episode 1. He can no longer be confronted with his reflections and the lurking mafia side of him, because he has chosen Porsche. He is his full self. He’s converged.

It’s also important for their relationship, because they can’t lie to each other when they’re in water. In ep 6 they find water and we get the first instance that episode of Kinn being himself. There's the ep 6 river kiss, indulging in what they wanted with each other. There's the ep 8 pool kiss, unable to stop themselves from kissing even if it meant getting caught, because their feelings are just so huge and joyful. So now, even though we know that Porsche is hiding things from Kinn, we know that none of this is a lie. It is all 100% true and genuine feelings, and even if they weren’t having sex in the ~pool of truth~ or whatever, that much is evident just from Apo’s acting. To quote @the-wayside, it’s all about the equality—there is no cutting away, nothing obscured. They are completely honest and true in their feelings for each other.

And that’s why it’s so important that we got this scene before Porsche left! Because this whole time, despite what he’s doing, he doesn’t want to betray Kinn or stop loving him or stop trusting him. I said this in my post about trust but if anything, the presence of this scene here just serves to further reinforce the fact that Porsche does trust Kinn. 

It’s also a good bye of sorts (I should clarify, not a permanent one, Porsche was very much intending on coming back once he knew the truth, and Kinn gave him his heart in the ep 7 balcony scene and Porsche promised to return it and to come back to him). It parallels ep 7 in lots of ways, actually. Ep 7—the bathroom scene in particular—was what I consider the start of their genuine relationship, and while this is not the end, Porsche knows he is about to leave. Ep 7 is a promise on Kinn’s behalf to try to trust Porsche. Ep 13 is a promise on Porsche’s behalf that he can trust him, and that he is going to trust Kinn. And it’s a promise of their love. It's a promise to come back to him. Yeah, next episode is gonna be a rollercoaster, but I know this: KP’s love is not gonna waver, not one bit, not after this.

[judjira]

tzuyu’s day off

AN: im back again with another self-indulgent apartment au, this time it’s tzuyu ! this one is actually a lil sloppy coming from me, but i still dig it HAHA next up is the devil herself (or one of them, at least) !

pairing: datzu apartment au wc: 1459

Tzuyu took her job very seriously.

The task of a guardian angel was to protect their charge above all costs. Especially from mortal danger. Humans were weak, fleshy, and easily punctured. There was no shortage of dangers that could befall them.

Who knew what grave perils could be lurking around the corner, ready to strike?

And this…this might have been one of the gravest dangers of all.

“I’m going grocery shopping, everyone.”

A day off.

“Oh, Dahyun, can you get me some more salt and chalk?”

This was unprecedented. Kim Dahyun’s schedule was supposed to be set in stone, fixed and unmovable.

Until her university cancelled classes for the day.

Those bastards.

“Why, so you can make more angel and devil traps, Chaeng? I don’t think so.”

“Aw man.”

They probably planned this, all so Kim Dahyun would break her routine, and stumble upon an irregularity to her daily schedule that might endanger her.

How devious.

“You need anything, Tzu?”

“I am alright.”

Thankfully, Tzuyu was here to prevent that from happening.

No harm would come to Kim Dahyun, the Lady of the Sanctuary. Not under her watch.

“Then I’m off. See you all later.”

A chorus of voices chime in.

“Bye Dahyun!”

“See ya later, Dahyun.”

“Woof!”

“Farewell, my Lady.”

As soon as the door closed, Tzuyu willed her physical form away, vanishing with only the sound of flapping wings in her wake.

She immediately hone: in on Kim Dahyun’s position, just seconds after leaving the apartment. Her angelic essence would do well to mask her presence from the human, allowing Tzuyu to do her job in secret.

Tzuyu hovered above the apartment, before flying down to where Kim Dahyun was, walking along the sidewalk to the nearest grocery store.

There she was, in all her beauty.

Pale skin, long black hair, gentle eyes.

Not at all aware of the immediate danger that was about to befall her.

A pebble.

Right in the way of her foot, ready to trip her down to the pavement, breaking her neck and killing her instantly.

Not if Tzuyu had anything to say about it.

Tzuyu swooped down, calling upon her angelic powers.

Light suffused her invisible form, like that of the sun, harnessing the energy of the heavens themselves to coalesce around Kim Dahyun.

And with one burst of her aura, her will became true.

The pebble nudged one inch to the right.

Kim Dahyun’s walk remained unimpeded.

Tzuyu patted herself on the back. Then quickly refocused, not resting on her laurels. The day had only begun, after all. Who knew what else threatened the safety of her charge?

Next up, the supermarket. A capitalist deathtrap, luring people in with the promise of food and supplies, its linoleum aisles and frozen closets waiting for the right moment to strike at unknowing passersby.

Just looking at it made Tzuyu sick.

Kim Dahyun wheeled a cart theough one of these said aisles, humming as she looked through boxes of human cereal.

Oh no.

Tzuyu saw it.

One of, if not the greatest, danger in the supermarket.

Kim Dahyun’s favorite cereal, Frosties.

The damn thing was 37% sugar! With that kind of statistic, having enough would give Kim Dahyun diabetes. Then, she’d miss her insulin injections because she was so forgetful, causing her to die alone in her sleep with no one to help her, because no one would know, because Kim Dahyun slept like she was already dead.

Good thing Tzuyu was here to save her.

With a close of her eyes and a flex of her wrist, heavenly energy gathered in her stomach, until light shone on the cereal aisle, visible only to those who had a third eye.

And with a snap of her fingers, that energy bursted forth.

“Aw man…no Frosties?”

Another attempt at Kim Dahyun’s life prevented successfully.

The day was passing quickly, the afternoon sun already beginning to set as Kim Dahyun finished her groceries, paper bags in both arms as she braved the trek home.

The way home was safe, only because Tzuyu made sure it was. Any dangerous pebbles or deep puddles found themselves promptly disposed of.

But there was one last problem that needed to be taken care of, as Kim Dahyun reentered the apartment building.

“I’m making dinner.”

Dinner.

The most dangerous event of all.

Knives, fire, and poison.

Well, potentially poison, at least, if the food was cooked wrong.

Usually, the fallen angel, Ko—or rather, Yoo Jeongyeon as she liked to be called now, would be the one to make dinner for everyone, especially those with special appetites, like the vampire or the werewolf, but it was Kim Dahyun’s day off, Tzuyu should have foreseen this coming.

Seeing no point in obscuring her presence anymore, she reveals herself behind Kim Dahyun.

“I shall assist you.”

Kim Dahyun jumps, startled.

“Jesus Christ, Tzu.”

Tzuyu frowns.

“What about Him?”

Recovering from the scare, Kim Dahyun sighed, an exasperated smile coming on her lips as she patted Tzuyu on her chest, the touch somewhat confusing to Tzuyu.

“Never mind. Come on, let’s get that bread, huh?”

A furrow of the brow.

“Bread? I did not see you getting bread.”

“So, that was you who was following me around.”

Tzuyu’s eyes widened, taken aback.

“How did you know someone was following you?”

Kim Dahyun giggled, taking Tzuyu’s hand—a warm feeling overtaking Tzuyu’s chest—as she led her into the kitchen.

“You made a pebble disappear in front of my feet, Tzu, you weren’t exactly being subtle.”

Tzuyu grunted in acknowledgment as Kim Dahyun hung an apron over her, going around Tzuyu to tie it together. She’d be more careful not to be noticed in future excursions. If Kim Dahyun could see her, then who else could?

Then again, Kim Dahyun, the mortal of many names, was a special case.

“Let’s get started. Can you cut these for me?”

A knife is placed into her hands, along with a chopping board and some vegetables.

Tzuyu’s eyes flick to Kim Dahyun. She needs to watch over her, cooking can be one of, if not the most, dangerous tasks to accomplish in the household, right next to attempting to bargain with the damn devil that lived next door to her.

Her hand is placed on the knob to the burner. The sound of the fire going has Tzuyu narrowing her eyes, watching Kim Dahyun’s every movement.

Oil splatters onto the pan, bubbles beginning to form as the oil sizzles. The heat could very well kill a person, if used correctly. Tzuyu has to watch every single thing, hands ready to flex and call upon her angelic power to protect her charge.

A flattened piece of some sort of meat is placed onto the pan, and the sizzling intensifies, oil splashing out of the pan.

Some of it gets onto Kim Dahyun’s hand.

“Ooph. Hot.”

The next second has Tzuyu immediately unfurling her wings, ready to smite this presumptuous stove for daring to hurt her human.

“How dare you—”

“Tzu.”

The relatively calm tone in Kim Dahyun’s voice has Tzuyu stopping immediately. There’s an unimpressed look on her face.

“What did we say about revealing your true form in the apartment?”

“…we said not to.”

“And?”

“…that we have to ask for permission first.”

“Did you ask for permission?”

“…no.”

“There we go. Can you please turn back so I can open my eyes again?”

Tzuyu reverts back into her mortal form, a slump to her shoulders. She failed in protecting her charge. She’s a disgrace of the highest order, not even fit to be a guardian angel. She’s completely failed her mission. She might as well go back to heaven and—

“Oh, sweetie, you’ve cut yourself.”

Kim Dahyun’s voice breaks her out of her reverie, attention being brought to her finger, a small cut on the very tip of her index. Silver ichor drips out of it slowly.

“Let me get a band-aid for you.”

The Lady of the Sanctuary rummages around her top cupboard to take out what seems to be a band-aid with a pink kitten on it.

“Here, it’s Hello Kitty. This’ll make it feel better.”

Tzuyu watches as Kim Dahyun plasters a Hello Kitty band-aid onto her index finger.

“All better?”

She nods, numbly.

“Now, thank you for watching over me today, but I’m the Lady of the Sanctuary, remember? It’s me who does the protecting around here.”

It was an unfathomable concept, for a mortal to be protecting a being of her stature. Humans were weak, fleshy and easily punctured. It only made sense for a seraphim like Tzuyu to be doing the protecting.

“Go and sit in the lounge and wait for dinner, okay?”

But this…this wasn’t so bad, either.

“At your command, Kim Dahyun.”

[sensitivecth]

From Across the Bar

bartender!calum sees fem!reader from across the bar

based on me flirting and falling in love with a bartender at my favorite bar. very self indulgent and what i'd like to happen with loml bartender. actually based on real events!! (the hands! holding the necklace! don't talk to me i'm fragile!!)

TW: sexual comments made, mentions of alcohol

*******

Your favorite bar has a special on tuesdays so it's always the go to move for your friend group.

This time, for whatever reason, your best friend told you to come with your tits out.

Although not completely sure, you assumed your friend knew your bouncer/bar back crush was working. He'd caught your eye more than a few times while you were there but you'd only exchanged flirty looks.

"Girl, you just have to trust me with the tits out thing," they said on the phone.

"I just don't get it? But I have my blue body suit on and some cute shorts," you chuckled while turning to look at your ass in the mirror.

"YES! That's what I wanted to hear. Make sure you're wearing your nice push up from VS," they stopped. "I hate that place but I literally love that bra for your boobs."

You just hummed, agreeing with your friend before asking again what the big deal was.

"The love of your life got an upgrade!"

"I don't understand what that means."

"Oh you will." And with that, they hung up.

**

After a quick dinner, you walked to the bar. At the door you didn't see anyone that was recognizable but eventually found your friends in the back.

"Y/N will you please go get us drinks? Here's my card." Your best friend pushed your boobs up. "Just a bit more of a lift there. You're welcome, bye."

Confused, you walked away towards the busy bar. It was going to be a bit while you waited so you turned to people watch.

"What can I get you, love?" a voice said from behind you.

As you turned to look, there he was. Jokingly you've been calling him "love of my life bouncer" to all your friends. Occassionally he would bar back and walk around you to get through places.

"Oh? Weren't you a bouncer?" you questioned immediately.

"Life's all about upgrades no? Can I get you something?"

"I don't think it's my turn," you glanced around to the people surrounding the bar. Maybe these people have been eyeing him too.

"I put my favorite customers first," he winked at you.

"Well okay, then. I guess a double Jameson gingerale."

"Oh she's classy. Do you like shots?"

"Are you buying?"

"For you? Of course."

He was already pouring your drink and started pouring a vegas bomb.

"A vegas bomb? I don't even know your name and you're trying to keep me up all night?" you flirted as you sipped on your drink.

"Well I'm Calum. And I'm sorry that it took me becoming a bartender here to finally introduce myself."

"I could've introduced myself before too, so don't be sorry."

"Well I've checked your I.D. dozens of times, Y/N."

He was already pouring other orders by the time you grabbed the shot. He was looking hot while doing it.

"Oh yeah that's creepy for sure."

"You're the one that comes in all the time."

"Now you're insulting me? Do I go out too much?"

"Not when I get to see your beautiful face."

The flirting didn't stop, even as you started walking away. He just kept making you blush as he was pouring drinks.

As soon as you were back with your group you hugged your best friend.

"I literally love you so much I'm so sorry I ever doubted you."

"That's what I THOUGHT bitch! What happened? Where's my drink?"

"Fuck, I knew I forgot something."

"I gave you my CARD and you didn't bring me a drink. God you better be in love."

"I basically am. How long have I liked this guy? Over a year? He finally talked to me, gave me a free drink actually."

"I'll let this one slip by. But next time you better bring back my drink," your friend said sternly. They immediately smiled and giggled. "I told you to come with your tits out. I saw he was behind the bar on Saturday and since you didn't come with, I wanted it to be a surprise."

"I cannot believe you."

**

A little while later, it was time for another drink. Making your way over to Calum, you sat down at a seat before he spotted you.

"Did you expect to make your big move tonight?" you asked him as the crowd around you died down.

"Love, I saw you in that from across the bar when you walked in and I knew."

"Hm, maybe that's a little more creepy than the name thing."

"Does pouring you the best drink you've ever had make up for it?"

"As long as it's not a vegas bomb, those are good but dangerous."

He was pouring Jameson in a cup before you knew it. "Can I get a double vodka soda too? I forgot to ask for one for my friend last time."

"Of course." He stopped pouring the Jameson and started the gingerale. Then he topped it off with another pour of Jameson. As he handed it to you he said something but the noise around you was too loud for him to make sense.

"What'd you say?"

He made eye contact, grabbed his chest, and leaned over the bar.

"I said I lost track during the first pour. So it might be a triple. But I won't charge you for it."

As he leaned back you realized he was holding his necklace in place with his hand. And then you noticed his hand.

"I don't think those hands could do any wrong."

"Did you wanna find out? I get out of here in half an hour."

"Please."

"I'll come find you," he winked again.

You rushed to your friends, triple Jameson gingerale and double vodka soda in hand.

"Here's your card. How are my boobs?"

"You already saw him, fixing your boobs now won't do much," your friend rose their eyebrow.

"It won't do much here but I think I'm going to his in like 30."

"You're WHAT? I cannot believe you, I want to be you so bad."

"He gave me an extra shot in my drink. Maybe yours too but I wasn't paying attention. I got turned on by his hands," you fully confessed with no trace of shame.

"Bestie, how do you do that?"

"I literally just watched him hold his necklace and I knew I was done for. Those hands are magical."

"Magical? I haven't even used them yet and you've already said they're magical?" someone said as you feel them come up behind you.

"Well look at them," you grabbed his hand on the table next to you as you turn around. "I wouldn't mind finding out."

"Love, don't start now. You haven't even finished your drink."

"Don't worry, I'll drink it," your friend interrupted. "Plus it has an extra shot right? She basically already finished the original drink. Now go."

You exchanged goodbyes with your friends as Calum waited for you on the side.

"USE A CONDOM." You heard a voice shout behind you right at the exit.

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[baekhansol]

relief & reassurance

pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)

genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor

word count: 3812

plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better

warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜

You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.

You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.

"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.

"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.

"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.

"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.

"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."

You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.

You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.

When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!"

"I will," San responds with a chuckle.

When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.

You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.

"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"

You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.

"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.

"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.

"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).

"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.

You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.

"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.

"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.

"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.

"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.

"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.

His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.

When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.

He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.

"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.

You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.

"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.

"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.

"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.

Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.

“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.

“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.

San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.

“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.

“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.

“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.

He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.

“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.

You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.

You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.

“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.

“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.

You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.

“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.

San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.

As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.

“What color are you?” he asks.

“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.

San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.

“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.

San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.

“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.

“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.

“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.

After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.

“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.

He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.

“I-?”

“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.

“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.

He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.

You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.

“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.

His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.

He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.

San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.

“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.

“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.

“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.

“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.

“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.

“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.

You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”

You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.

“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.

You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.

“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.

“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.

He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.

“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.

“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.

“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.

You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.

“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.

“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”

“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.

Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.

Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.

“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.

“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.

“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.

“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.

“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.

“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.

San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.

“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.

Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.

You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.

You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.

“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.

At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.

He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.

You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.

“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.

“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.

San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.

You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.

When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.

San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”

Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.

“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.

Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.

“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.

“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.

Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.

“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.

You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.

“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.

Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.

“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.

“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.

San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.

“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.

“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.

Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.

Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.

“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.

[egcdeath]

finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

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Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it. 

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends). 

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions. 

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat. 

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered. 

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat. 

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you. 

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.” 

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him. 

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows. 

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found. 

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow. 

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot? 

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side. 

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat. 

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve. 

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.” 

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?” 

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together. 

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all. 

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number. 

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige. 

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos. 

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom. 

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice. 

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?” 

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second. 

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve. 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement. 

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin. 

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned. 

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs. 

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown. 

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable. 

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some  reason. 

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

[maelysgriffonne]

Yellow 💛

Ok so me and some friends (Redda and Oppalio) were talking about putting Tom Holland Spidey in @waywardstation Papa Ingo AU, we keep talking about it and decided to took what we already created, to create a whole ass AU on it's own.

But we did some changes, for starter we keep Tome Holland Spidey but we also fused some of the comics, other movies, cartoons (expectially Ultimate Spider-man 2012) element in the AU. We also change a bit of the initial story we already created.

Here how it goes.

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It's been some month after No Way Home, Peter is sad because nobody remember him, his friends, his team and his family. Everybody only remember him as Spider-man and not as Peter Parker. After some weeks he manage to have the strenght and willing to restarted his patrols and be with the team Ultimate and other Spider heros but he is still alone since he thinks it's better this way so that nobody close to him get hurt.

But fate has other plan. Giratina, having seen him and watch his life, took petty of him and decided to give him a second chance in an entirely different univers, the Pokemon univers. But to get him to the other univers Giratina had to pull him through the Distortion world, that cause Peter to have an horrible headache (because Spider sens) and pass out. When Peter wake up close to the Highlands and with something licking his face, he couldn't remember himself, his life nor where he came from but it came back quite fast and easly but there are still some dark spot in his memory because he can remember name of people but not there faces, with the addition that he don't know where he his cause him to panic quite a bit. After he manage to calm himself down, he looked around himself, he see an eevee that had back away from him, it was what was licking his face. After spotting the eevee he understud that he was by pur multiverse shenanigans in the Pokemon univers that he quite know about since he used to play quite frequently (on the DS on like (Alpha) Sapphire, (Omega) Ruby Perle, Diamond, Platinum, Black & White, B2 & W2, X/Y and Sun & Moon but not the new ones on switch because he his broke).

He managed to befriend the eevee and finally decided to start moving and look around. He also check himself and found that he was only in his pijama (some hello kitty pant and the "I survived my trip to NYC" t-shirt) but he also had his web-shooters and his phone ( wich had a design similar to the Arcphone but with Giratina element insted) with a simple message on it "found Warden Ingo and start a new life" wich is kind of ominious. Peter didn't really to search since after putting his phone avays he bump directly into Ingo himself and after some presentation and explennig from both side, Ingo decied to take the young boy up to his tent and on then they started to live together.

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Ok that all for the start of the seetings of the AU but there is still some few things we like to says:

First Peter arrived like some weeks before the start of the game, so yes he is here before Akari.

Peter doesn't really hide his powers since one it is quite usefull against angry pokemon, two he doesn't really need to sinec here he can be himself Peter Parker with the spidey power and not just Spider-man and third everybody around can very well defend themself.

It's totally self-indulgent for me and my friends since Pokemon and Marvel are two of our favorite univers and Peter and Ingo are our favorite character from each univers.

We decided to named this AU Wandering Spider.

For now i will stop this post but just after i will post a drawing i did and the differents ideas for Peter pokemons we had + some fun facts

Bye-Bye

[thepavementsings-archive]

I have lots of piarles questions if you're still bored 😁

1. Who is more romantic (***cough obviously charles cough***)

2. Charles favourite things about pierre, and vice versa

3. How will they spend Christmas together?

4. Who would propose first?

5. Who cries more, and why?

6. Who made the first move? How did they get together?

7. Who would let slip about their relationship first?

8. Who wants more kids?

9. Where they live after they stop racing?

10. Who is more into pda?

HELLO Anon thank you for this actually incredibly difficult list of questions I have been thinking about for 2 days. I have changed my mind about MANY of these multiple times I will change my mind again I’m a Libra and that is my birth given right. Also some of these are cop out answers because 1) I am a coward and 2) they would be TOO LONG for one ask. I am also mixing universes this is my blog etc. But for NOW, under the cut :)

1. I think it depends what your definition of *romantic* here is but I DO think Pierre is actually more traditionally romantic? In the sense that Pierre loves to see himself as a provider for the people in his life, and I think Charles is very happy to accept whatever form of love and devotion Pierre wants to give him. That comes out in the acts of service side of Pierre! I went back and forth in this one, I can be easily swayed in the comments. 

2. Cop out #1, I will give you what I think are two important things they bring out of each other. I think Pierre gives Charles and outlet to really just say what he thinks and have someone get what he means with relative ease. Their go sip girl sessions every weekend are I think as much for Charles to indulge that more opinionated side as they are for Pierre to be his bitchy little self. I think Charles LOVES that Pierre always wants to hear what Charles thinks about things, because most of the time they agree lol (“We’re saying the same thing? Well that’s not the first time!”) I think Charles is good for Pierre to make him have fun and LAUGH. Charles has an infectious joy about him that I think Pierre needs and can thrive off of. I have a lot more to say about Parade Piarles™️ and routines but that’s for another ask it’s too much for here lol.

Actually scratch that. Charles’ favourite thing about Pierre are his hands and Pierre’s favourite thing about Charles is his little waist and that’s why they’re soulmates please see the photographic evidence thanks bye.

3. This is a big discussion/compromise but I think generally they do Christmas Eve/day in Monaco with the Leclercs, then they go away just the two of them Boxing Day until New Years Eve, and spend New Years Day in Rouen with Pierre’s family.

4. In one version of the Pierre/Charles universe where they get together after they get into F1, think they talk around marriage a lot for the first little while of their relationship. In my opinion, Pierre always kind of thought he was eventually going to find a girlfriend and marry her. Have a fiancé to go home to after race weekends, that eventually becomes a wife and kids once he retired? There’s a 1) plan and 2) compartmentalization of his personal/romantic life vs his racing life he tends to do that he has to recalibrate when him and Charles actually do finally get together. And there’s so much love and ease and joy in what they have going, that I think the permanence of marriage would mean both of them have to work through a LOT about the impermanence (of life and of employment and of everything) that comes with their career! They’re going to spend the rest of their lives together. They knew that long before they even got in a relationship I think. But I think to both Pierre and Charles, fiancé or husband as a label does hold more weight that, during their racing career, would be hard for them.

So in THIS version of the proposal, Charles technically does it first. They’re in Rouen over New Years, and Charles is in the kitchen with his mom on FaceTime so the Pascales can talk to each other about a new recipe for Madeleines that Pierre’s mom tried over the holidays. Charles is looking over at Pierre, who is throwing a ball across the living room, an arm wrapped around one of his little nieces who is propped on his knee, clapping and giggling as the dog runs under her feet. He notices how Pierre has been carrying himself just a little taller since he signed his first ever long-term deal this summer, how he can smell the fresh cakes cooling on the oven, can hear his mother’s laugh through the speaker. And Charles realizes he can have this.

And so he flops down beside Pierre on the couch, pressing a kiss to the toddler’s cheek and looping his finger into the cuff of Pierre’s sleeve.

“You can ask me you know” he stares up at Pierre rolling onto his back and resting his chin against Pierre’s hip. “To marry you. When you want to. I’m ready to - I’d say yes, if you asked me. I’m keeping Leclerc though. It would be too confusing to have two GAS on all the timing sheets.”

Pierre laughs, sliding the kid off his knee to go play with the older ones. He runs his knuckle down the bridge of Charles nose, thumb brushing at his lip. Pierre looks down at him, mouth splitting into a slow grin.

“Ok Calamar. Maybe I will.”

Charles nips at the meat of Pierre’s thumb, rolling off the couch to grab them each a dessert or two. Maybe even three; he feels like celebrating.

5. Pierre. His emotions run hot and run high lmao. He is FOR SURE a frustration crier imo.

6. There are 6437856230485 ways to do this so (Cop out #2) INSTEAD I am giving you a fic rec for a wonderful wintery friends to lovers fic that was just posted about the two of them by @goodlesson. It is so lovely please go read it!!!

7. Charles would name search himself on Twitter and like something about the two of them being cute together when he was scrolling (maybe by accident maybe on purpose! Who is to say, really)

8. Well now we know canonically Pierre wants three but in my world Charles wants TEN FAT BABIES so him.

9. The boring but true answer I think is Monaco. Pierre has moved around the world for different series and jobs and I don’t get the sense he minds very much where he is as long as he can see the people he loves. Charles on the other hand very much has an attachment to place; Monaco means so much to him. It will always be home for Charles, and in some ways has already been home to Pierre. That’s where they settle down.

10. Pierre because his secondary love language is physical touch (his first is quality time). The way he rakes his eyes over Charles sometimes and Charles crinkles his eyes back in such joy, preening under the attention is MWAH chef’s kiss. HE LOVES dragging Charles places by the hand, playfully shoving Charles’ bandana over his eyes as he snuggles into his side on flights, etc etc.

hope this is what you were looking for anon <3