#and to those who don't .. i hope yall are still having a wonderful time !!

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey not sure if your currently taking requests but I just wanted to I soooooo stoked that you write for Remy! I've been starved for years cuz there's like no fan fics for him😭.

anyway I was wondering if you could do like a fic or headcannon where gambit somehow got hurt on a mission and is on bed rest but is also like really horny because you wont have sex with his since hes hurt.

If not that's fine I just thought it up and thought it would be hilarious 😂. Anyway luv your work, keep it up😘

NSFW!Gambit/AFAB!Reader

MMMMMHHHMMMMMM BESTIE UR MIND. ABSOLUTE GENIUS. I hope that you don't mind I did make it NSFW there at the end but the majority is just teasing our favorite gambler. Also, This is for the folks who were also really attracted to that one scene in criminal minds with the bulletproof vest. iykyk.

TWs: teasing, sexual innuendos, explicit smut, Handjobs, Mutual masturbation, PNV sex. Raw sex. (Wrap it bf you tap it yall) Creampie. Reader written with Fem! pronouns.

"Asolutetly not." You're quick to say it. Gambit pouts as the words leave your mouth, still on the infirmary bed with all the wires and doodads still hooked up to him. He's giving you those scoundrel puppy eyes that he knows you usually give in to, but you're not willing to budge this time.

"No, Remy. I will not be-" You take a quick glance around the room, leaning in a little closer as you begin to whisper-yell at him. "-I will not be having sex with you right now!" Remy sighs in a pitiful way leaning against the headboard in your direction. You can’t begin to look him in the eyes right now, instead lightly pushing his face away from your spot, sitting close to his bed on a chair that you had moved from the corner. His pout turns into an amused smile, as he instead takes your hand in his own, moving it down to press a kiss to your palm. You try not to blush at him. You’re supposed to be standing strong, dammit! 

  "Come on, Chère. S' not like it's gonna make Gambit hurt any worse-” You cut him off by lightly slapping his abdomen. Remy immediately flinches, curling in on himself with a pained groan. You feel a little guilty afterward, flattening your palm to rub the area soothingly.

    “Yes, it would. Remy, I could seriously hurt you. You heard beast, any vigorous activity could rip your stitches.” You say, moving to where you can sit on the bed, facing him. You cup the side of his face, gently moving stray locks out of the way. He rolls his eyes, not at you, but at the memory of the talking-to he got when he had woken up in the infirmary. 

    “Never stopped me before. Since I been with the X-men it’s like everythin’ become a big deal. So what if I rip a few stitches here an’ there?” Remy grumbles. You give him a stern look, before leaning in to kiss his temple. He melts into your touch.

    “It is a big deal, Remy. You need to heal. End of discussion.” You say gently. Remy thinks on it for a moment, before giving you a slight smirk. 

    “And by “end of discussion” you really mean “Until Gambit tempts me into bed”, Right?” He says. You roll your eyes at him before standing. If that’s the attitude he’s going into these next weeks with, you know for a fact he’s going to be insufferable.

    You were right. The incoming weeks were almost as much torture to you as they most definitely were to him. Wherever you went in the mansion, Gambit was sure to follow. He’d be in the kitchen while you would be cooking, unable to help due to doctor's orders, but no one ever said that he had to stay out of the kitchen. He’s come up behind you, snaking his arms around your hips as he’d “Give you pointers”. He’d lean close and whisper in your ear, sometimes giving it a nip or two. But one thing about Gambit is that every time you turned him away, or laughed at him and told him to sit down, he’d get pouty. 

    That was a trend that continued. He’d deliberately go out of his way to tease you, on movie night, in the library, in the showers even. And every time, despite how hot under the collar you might have been, you turned him away. The more bothered you seemed to be however, his pouts turned into smirks. Eventually, you got fed up with it. You were trying to be a good girlfriend and make sure Remy didn’t hurt himself, but if he was going to be a brat about it, you could be a brat too.

    You started off a little more subtly than Remy did. Lingering touches here and there, kissing him just long enough to leave him wanting. You’d wear just a tad less clothing around him, or wear slightly lower-cut tops. You were beginning to realize just how easy it was to get him riled up.

    One particular day, the tension was thick in the air, having coalesced into something barely breathable. Remy was lying back on the bed on his elbows as you redressed his wound, making sure to spread ointment onto the healing stitches and care for the skin. You frequently found yourself drawn to the sight of his lower abs, the large bruise having begun to yellow as it healed. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't seen his skin in a while, but the sight of him had you breathing a little funny. Remy was also a little quieter than normal, unable to look away from your gentle hands as you took care of him.

    Once you finished, you lingered by his side, a hand pressed against his chest. You look up to find him already watching you, but neither of you says anything. You purse your lips, debating on whether or not you’re doing what you think you’re about to do. Remy tilts his head at you questioningly. He opens his mouth to speak but fails to do so as your hand trails down to his waistband. He takes a shocked breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he’s looking at you again through a lustful haze. 

    “Thought you said-”

    “Shut up.” You sigh, cutting him off. Remy smirks at you, biting his lip. You roll your eyes, caressing the crotch of his pants a few times before you begin to slip them off of him.

    “Don’t get too excited.” You whisper, but really it sounds more like a needy sigh. “Just a handy, okay?” Gambit huffs a laugh at you, but doesn’t tease. He's practically bucking his hips into your hand when you finally take hold of his cock, stroking him to hardness. You can’t seem to look away from the sight, watching as his abdomen clenches with every stroke from base to tip. You twist your hand on the upstroke, listening as Remy lets out a curse and a sudden moan just as you thumb his head, collecting his abundant precum as you use it to stroke back down again. 

    “You’re really pent up, huh?” You ask in a heated whisper. Remy’s head is tilted back in pleasure, and he huffs in amusement as he cracks an eye open at you. His hand slides up your thigh, Your legs being pressed against each other tightly to find some friction. You gasp as he suddenly slides two of his fingers up the inside seam of your pants, and you can practically feel yourself get wetter at the touch. 

    “Looks like I’m not the only one.” Remy hums. You can’t seem to pull away from him as he continues to stroke you. The air is hardly breathable, and the burning in your chest and your core starts to become too hot to ignore. 

    “Fuck it.” You say. Remy is confused when you let go of him, only to break into a wide smile when he realizes you were beginning to strip. The shirt is first to go, before your bra, and then your jeans and underwear. Remy wolf-whistles at the sight, and you wave him off, embarrassed. 

    “Couldn’t stay away from the temptation of Remy LeBeau, Now could you Chère?” Remy muses. He’s such a goof. You try to hide your smile as you carefully straddle his legs, making sure to avoid his sore spots. One of his hands holds onto your upper thigh, the other making its way to your center. He strokes you languidly with his fingers before circling your slit and pushing two inside. You suck in a breath, careful to set your hands on his shoulders without putting any weight onto them. 

    “Looks like this pretty pussy missed me as much as I missed you,” Remy says breathlessly. His eyes flicker from your cunt up to your bare breasts, and then to your flushed face. You feel like you’re falling apart too quickly, already climbing that high as he fingers you with those hands you love so much.

    “Remy,” You call for him breathlessly. “ m’ not gonna last too long.” Remy can't help himself any longer, and pulls you closer to catch you in a passionate kiss. He drags his teeth across your bottom lip, letting go of the plush skin. He doesn't withdraw his fingers until your thighs begin to shake and you start to clench down on him. You whine as he does so, barely holding your composure. Remy takes your hand off of his cock, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before gently dragging your hips further into his lap. Your mind is hazy, but you know to be careful as he lines himself up.

    “If we're going to do this, we're taking it my speed, okay?” You say. Remy nods, barely taking in the information. He was ready to be inside you. After weeks of nothing- all he could think about was you. Your giggles, your smiles. Your body. The way you taste on his tongue. The feeling of your thighs clenching around his head.  Remy would do anything you asked of him at this moment.

    You take it slow as you lower yourself down on his cock. The stretch of him feels delicious against your inner walls. Remy leans in, kissing and sucking on your breasts as you take your time. He bottoms out with a wet sound, his hands resting against your upper thighs.

    Remy curses as you begin to move, bouncing on his cock somewhat slowly. Even in the haze of your lust, you're worried about hurting him. Remy, on the other hand, doesn't share the same sentiment. His hands clench around your thighs, and when he can't seem to take the slow speed anymore, he slams you down onto him.

    You gasp at the action, and apologies spill from his lips as he tilts you forward, knocking your balance so you're forced to lean onto him as he controls the pace, eagerly thrusting into your heat. 

    “Remy-” Your protests are cut off with a kiss as your favorite scoundrel begins to take exactly what he wants. His grunts and moans beneath you send another trickle of warmth inside of you. To be honest, seeing him take control like this was hot- almost hot enough for you to forgive the fact that he was certainly overexerting himself- but it was hard to be mad at him when he's fucking you so good.

    One thing about Remy is that he's a talker in bed. If anything, you were surprised he was as “quiet” as he had been the majority of the time. But once he started to get closer to his peak, Remy began to ramble. 

    "You think you're smart? -Ah! Teasing me like that.. mmh… expecting me to just take it?" You're not really paying attention to his words, nodding in response while only thinking about his steady grip on your thighs and ass and the peak you're reaching so quickly. Remy squeezes you harder, almost harshly as he begins to take you faster. His hips begin to stutter, thrusts starting to do him in one by one. 

    Remy lets out a loud groan as he reaches his peak, burying himself deeply inside you and thumbing your clit. He continues to thrust as he helps you reach that white-hot peak of pleasure, pressing kisses to your temple as you ride it out on top of him. By the time you're both fully finished, you're panting for air. You're fully collapsed onto Remy's chest, Remy being absolutely boneless as he rests against the headboard. 

    “You’re such an idiot.” You say when you finally have enough sense. Remy just chuckles, continuing to press kisses to every part of your face and neck he can reach. You sigh happily as he does so, pressing some of your own kisses to his shoulder.

    When you finally peel yourself off of his chest, the first thing you check in on is his bandages. You scowl when you see that they've been soaked through with sweat, but more concerning is the spot of red that has started to form. You look up at Remy with narrowed eyes, and he quickly looks down as well, before looking back up at you and simply shrugging with a gleeful smile.

    “Casualty of love, Chère.”

[reareaotaku]

Superboy vs Robin

Summary: The life of 3 best friends that get confused when realizing they have a crush on their other friend, Y/n Prince, daughter of Wonder Woman Pairings: Jon Kent x Fem! Reader, Damian Wayne x Fem! Reader Tw: Love V [NOT TRIANGLE!!! IT'S A 'V'], Slow Burn? Taglist: N/a

Pt II: Love in High Places | Pt III: Apple of My Eye

[This probably would have been better to write as a multi-part story instead of a one-shot, so I can really get the slow burn and such... Might make a part 2 if yall like this? Also hope this isn't bad because I've been wanting to write this for over a year....]

You had met the two boys when in the league's spaceship. Your mother was on business and sent you off to do, as she put it 'Children things', before taking off with Batman and Green Lattern. You rolled your eyes at her dismissal, but decided to find something else to do. Besides, hero work was boring anway. Nothing interesting about discussing rules and such anyway.

You walked around the large spaceship, before coming across a particular room. In the room where two kids, boys, around your age you didn't recognize. One of the boys, the one in darker clothes, must have felt your presence, because the second you stepped in he turned around.

Damian knew who you were. He knew who everyone was. He would look like a real fool if he didn't know the daughter of Wonder-woman. Too bad the same couldn't be said for Jon.

You awkwardly stand at the door way, now having both the boys' attention on you. You awkwardly wave, "Hey."

Jon's face lights up and he rushes to you. He loved meeting new people and you were nothing short of pretty. "Hi!" He grabs your hand, engulfing it with his own. "I'm Jon, Jon Kent."

"Y/n Prince." You tried to keep up with his handshake, but he was fast and strong, and by the time you could gather what was going on he had already let your hand go.

You looked past Jon back at the emo boy, but he was just staring at you. Jon looked over to see what you were looking at, before gesturing towards his friend.

"Oh, that's Damian. Don't mind him. He's.... Shy."

"I'm not shy. I just don't have any reason to speak to her."

Jon gasps, before glaring at his friend, "That's rude, Damian." He turns back to you, his face flushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry about him. He's not good with people."

You nod, still staring at Damian. "He's Batman's kid, right? The son of those assassins?"

Damian's eyes widen, but only for a brief second. He could let such an emotion out.

"My mother mentioned it a while ago. She didn't say much, just that you were... Different."

"Yeah, he is different." Jon jokes, causing you both to chuckle, but Damian just rolls his eyes.

---

You and Jon stuck your faces to the fish tank. Neither of you had ever seen a fish tank before. You were both stuck in the house by your parents in fear of you revealing yourselves on accident. Your parents have isolated you both- Even Damian was isolated, but he wasn't as naive and foolish as you and Jon.

"Oh, that one's purple," You point to a triangle-shaped fish.

"No, it's a dark blue," Jon argues, causing you to side-eye him.

You rolled your eyes, but don't respond.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Yeah, Jon?"

He looks over at you, wide eyed and excited, "You ever been Tire-rolling?"

"Tire-rolling?"

---

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Jon-" You try and reason, as your hands grip the tire's rubber.

He smiles, his hands gripping the tire, "Oh, it'll be fun. Promise!" He then pushes you, but instead of pushing you at a normal strength, he accidentally uses his super strength and sends you flying. His eyes widen as his mouth drops, before he runs after you, hoping you don't get hurt.

You scream as the tire jumps and hits multiple things while going faster than you've ever gone before. You grip the inside of the tire so hard, that you can feel your nails digging into your palm. You hear cars honking, but there's nothing you can do, without using your powers.

Though, luck must have been on your side, because while you're mid way in the air, something goes through the tire and harshly pulls you down. Your face slams into the tire, your hands ripping the tire's rubber. The tire falls flat on the ground and you sit up, rubbing your head.

Above you was the one and only, Damian Wayne. He was in his school uniform and he was looking down at you annoyed. In his hand was a grappling hook, which you assume he used to save you.

You quickly stand up, brushing off your clothes, "Uh, thanks."

Before Damian can respond, like he would, you hear Jon calling out to you.

"Y/n! Oh my god, Y/n! Are you okay?" He's nearly out of breath as he runs up to you before he stops. "Oh. Uh, hi Damian."

There's a moment of awkward silence, before Jon goes back to his normal self.

"What are you doing, Damian?"

"Nothing." Damian is quick, calculated even.

You had only known the two boys for a few months, but it felt like you had known Jon your whole life and this moment felt like the first time meeting Damian. Though, Damian was busy, so you couldn't really blame him. He was the son of a man with an empire and an assassination group. He was bound to be tied up from time to time.

"Uh, do you want to hang out, Damian?"

Damian is taken by surprise. You wanted to hang out? With him? Why?

Jon went to speak for Damian, but Damian interrupts him, "Sure."

"Really?" Both you and Jon speak at the same time, before you both blush out of embarrassment.

"I mean, great. Wow, okay. Yeah, let's hang out."

---

Damian groaned, before laying down on the roof. He could hear Jon and Y/n snickering to themselves, probably over something stupid. He closes his eye, their voices slowly fading from his mind. He didn't know how you had convinced him to hang out with you on a roof in the middle night.

He didn't like you, so he didn't know why he listened to you. He had no reason to care about what you said or thought, but yet here he was.

You had some kind of pull over him and he didn't know why. There was nothing about you that was different from the other superheroes. Sure, you were pretty, but so was Starfire, Raven, Super-woman, etc.

He looks over at you as you lean on Jon's shoulder, whispering some secret into his ear. He wondered what secrets you two were sharing. Maybe if he asked you'd let him in? He didn't know.

He takes his eyes off of you and looks back at the sky. It was a dark and cloudy night, like most nights in Gotham. Though, unlike most nights, it was quiet; Almost peaceful.

It bothered Damian. More than he'd like to admit. He felt an ich in his skin, like he was supposed to be doing something, but there was nothing to do. There was no fight to fight or crime to solve. It was peaceful for the first time in a long time.

---

Jon liked you, a lot. Like more than he's ever liked someone in his life. He feels immense emotions when he's around you, even if your mother doesn't like him. Though, your mother didn't like men period.

He was thankfully you didn't receive that quality from your mother. You were much nicer and happier than your mother. But that could be because you weren't tortured in the same way your mother was by the women of Themyscira.

In fact, they adored you. They treated you like some kind of goddess and cherished you. Jon understood though. You were perfect- At least to him you were. He thought everyone should treat you like the perfect person you are because you deserve nothing less.

---

You were alone with Damian for the first time in all the years you've known each other. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn't know how you were going to tell them you were going to be leaving for Themyscira.

Your mother wanted you to be trained by the Amazons to be able to control your powers and abilities. While she herself was banished, she knew they would welcome you with welcome arms.

You knew Jon would take it hard, but it was only going to be for a year. Just a year. A year you'd be away from your best friends. So, there was a part of you that hoped if you told Damian first, it'd be easier to break it to Jon.

"So, when do you leave?"

You looked over at Damian, confused, "Leave?"

"I heard your mother talking to my father. She said she was sending you to Themyscira to train. So," He sits up on his bed, making direct eye contact with you, "when do you leave?"

"Next month. I'll be gone for a year."

"A year?"

"Yeah. My mom wanted me to stay for 3, but I was able to talk her down from it."

"Have you told Jon?"

"No..."

"Well, you know he's not going to react well."

"Yeah. That's why I've been procrastinating it."

"Can I write you?"

You frown, "No. The island is cut off from the world. So, no contact at all. Not even with my mom."

He now frowns, but says nothing more.

---

You sigh, leaning on your hand, your sword tossed on the ground. Before you stood Philippus, your mentor.

"Princess Y/n, what is bothering you so?"

You couldn't tell her you missed your friends. If she knew they were boys you knew you would get scolded. The Amazons didn't like men, because they were chaos and destruction and they were peaceful. A part of you understood, because you've seen the terrible things men can do, but your friends- they weren't like those men.

"Nothing... Just tired."

She takes your answer, even though she knows you're lying. You were frustrated and annoyed. You had been here for a month and found yourself making no progress. This was pointless.

You could have been with your friends, but here you were on some stupid island. You wanted to your friends.

"You know, if you don't get these down in the upcoming year, you'll have to stay."

You straighten up and glare at the woman. "No, I won't-"

Philippus quickly turns around, looking at you offended, "Excuse me?"

"Nothing." You quickly respond not wanting to repeat yourself.

She huffs, rolling her eyes, but decides to leave the conversation.

---

It had been a year since you were forced, by your mother, to train on the Themyscira Island. They wanted you to know how to use your powers to the fullest potential. It was fine... But you missed your friends. You wondered what they were doing. You wondered if they missed you too.

---

Jon was estatic. You were finally going to return from the island. Though, there was a part of him that was worried that you wouldn't remember them or even worse, you would hate them.

"You worry too much," Damian told him.

Jon sighs, trying to collect himself, "I'm just worried." Jon fiddles on his toes, as he repeated looks out of the window, hoping to see you pull up. Though, you were no where to be found. He walks away from the window, his shoulders dropping. "How far is that place?"

"Themyscira? It's a few weeks by boat, but she'll be here soon. She's home now."

Jon lightens up, "Home?"

"Yeah, she won't be here for a few more hours."

Jon glares at Damian, "You had me here looking like an idiot!"

Damian chuckles, "Yeah. I did, didn't I?"

---

Damian wasn't surprised by your appearance, unlike Jon. Damian had already seen you, without you knowing of course. You think he'd let you leave without any kind of contact? He knew everything, thanks to his connections. Though, nothing could compare to you really being in front of you.

Jon was the first to hug you. His arms squeezed you tightly, nearly causing you to lose your breath. He didn't want to let you go- Just hold you forever. He didn't want you leaving forever, but he was forced to let you go.

"You look great, Y/n."

You smile, a blush forming, "You too, Jon." You look around Jon to see Damian, who was avoiding eye contact. It almost reminded you of when you had first met the boys. "No hug, Damian?"

Damian finally looks at you, his natural glare on his face. Unlike Jon, who had let his hair grow out, Damian still had shorter hair, but his features were sharp. Though, that didn't surprise you. What did take you by surprise though is how much he looked like his father.

While Jon looked like a mix of Clark and Lois, Damian just looked like his father. Well, minus his golden skin- He got that from his mother.

Speaking of Jon, you felt him squeeze your bi-cep. You looked at him confused and he blushed.

"Uh, what are you doing, Jon?"

"Your biceps. They're like... Huge." He's fascinated by your arms, even comparing it to his own. While he was naturally strong, because of his powers, you had trained relentlessly for a year and it showed when your arms were bigger than his.

You chuckled at his amusement, before his eyes lit up, "Ah, Y/n you've missed out on so much- Come on," He grabs your arm, leading you inside the headquaters of the Justice League. You are stopped though when Damian grabs your arm that Jon didn't have. Jon looks back, wondering why you stopped when realizing Damian had grabbed you.

"Jon, why don't you head up. I just want to talk to Y/n."

Jon seems reluctant, but you turn to him, "I'll catch up. Promise."

He sighs, but ultimately goes up the stairs and inside the building.

"You look nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That means a lot coming from you, you know?"

Damian avoids eye contact. He's worried that you might see all his emotions, feelings and thoughts. He didn't want you knowing his darkest thoughts. "Yeah.. Uh, Jon missed you a lot... Obviously. Um..." Damian had never been like this- Lost for words. He always knew what to say. He had everything calculated, but now... Well, he felt lost. He felt your stare on him, waiting for him to finish, but he felt his tongue felt twisted. "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah, well, it's good to be back. You know, I've missed you a lot... And Jon. I've missed you both a lot."

Damian finally looks at you. Your eyes bleeding into his own. For a moment it felt like you two were the only ones in the world. Everything else was just dark and all that was left was you. That was until another voice spoke.

"Y/n."

You both looked up to see your mother. She gestured for you to come inside and you looked back at Damian.

"Well, I guess that I have to go."

"Yeah... I'll see yah."

"Yeah... you will."

You rush up the stairs, trying to stop the blush from forming on your face. You were so embarrassed and felt like the conversation was stupid. You wished you could have done it differently, but it was Damian. You were sure he wasn't as pressed about it as you.

If only you knew how much your life was about to change forever- All thanks to teenage boys' puberty.

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (23)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here), Jungkook is kind of out of it, heat like symptoms,

A/N Yall ready for this??

Walking into your work area and finding your boss speaking with the nurses was not what you were expecting. You felt your chest tightened, being reminded what it was this man was doing to all those people underground. You knew he left you unsettled for a reason. You had no reason not to trust your gut instinct. And now that the boys made everything come to light you knew why that was. 

You still tried your best to give a smile though, forcing your lips to pull up. The other nurses were chatting just fine with him, which made you wonder if they too knew what he was doing. You realized they did if one of the nurses knew about Yoongi’s eating habits. Were you the only one who didn’t know about the whole thing?

“Ah, good morning, (Y/N).” Hanseol smiled at you.

“Sir.” You greeted, bowing your head. 

“How was your commute?” He asked you, walking over to your desk.

You breathed deeply, not wanting to meet the man in the eye. The hair’s on your arm seemed to have raised, causing you to frown at the obvious fear. You didn’t want to show it and you hoped no one noticed it. 

“It was fine.” You nodded at him. “Public transport at morning rush hour, as you can imagine.”

“Oh yes.” Hanseol grinned. I” could never ride on a public bus. No, thank you.” He scoffed lightly, causing those around you to laugh. 

You smiled, adding in a light laugh. You noticed how he seemed to keep his eyes on you, not moving from your area. “What brings you to the office?” You asked him politely. 

“I've come to speak to you.” He smiled like he had been waiting for you to say something. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” He placed his hands behind his back

You cleared your throat, gathering all the papers you need for Namjoon and Jungkook. “Not at all.” You told him.

You really were trying your best not to give him a reason to suspect him. Hopefully he was thinking of something else when he came to see you. This was the fourth time you’ve seen him in the past couple of weeks. All of which he seemed to have called for you. If he was going to fire you, you really hoped it was because of something else and not because you were thinking about breaking the boys out. 

He quietly was humming to himself as you took the elevator down, feeling a bit awkward over him standing next to you. He wasn’t a large man. He looked exactly how you would think a villain who had a larger partner would. The man was someone of science, so he looked exactly how you would imagine. 

You kept your eyes on the doors, but you could feel his stare on the side of your face. He squinted his eyes at you before making small talk. 

“Humans are such fragile things.” He started. “Anything can hurt them.” 

You turned to him with your eyebrows pulled together. “I can snap my fingers and you can die in an instant.” 

Your eyes went wide. “I'm sorry?” You questioned, breath caught in your throat. 

You felt fear seize in your chest, stopping your heart for just a fraction of a second. 

“Humans.” He tilted his head to the side. “They are so weak.” 

He grew closer to you, quickly taking a hold of your wrist. You gasped trying to pull yourself free. You began to wince as his fingers tightened themselves around your skin, making sure to leave marks. 

“You're human, (Y/N). Right?” He asked himself, trying to get you to look into his eyes. 

“You're hurting me.” You whimpered, pulling at your hand again. 

“Exactly.” He scoffed. “That's the point.” 

He raised up his other hand, sticking his pointer finger out as his nail seemed to grow into a sharp point.  The elevator had stopped at that point, opening up to the lobby of the facility. However he kept you in the lift, his hold tight. 

“A little knick here and you will bleed to death.” He spoke, dragging his nail lightly down your arm in a vertical line. “But I won't do that to you.” 

He quickly pulled back, not before giving the inside of your wrist a scratch deep enough to cause blood to drip down. You flinched back, feeling the warm liquid drip. It felt like a slice on a knife from washing dishes.  Essentially the pain went away the moment he pulled back. It wasn’t even half an inch long, but it was enough to cause a wound.

“You're too precious to those boys.” He dragged the pointed finger down your cheek, causing you to sob silently. 

“You won't do anything to jeopardize your job will you? No, of course you won't.” He tutted. With a harsh tug of your cheeks, he made you look into his red eyes. “You're a hard worker, (Y/N). Thank you for what you do here.”

Your shoulders suddenly dropped as everything from your body slipped away. Your mind went blank and you were left an empty shell. However you quickly came back, frowning when you noticed your boss in front of you. You hadn’t remembered what it was you were doing with him but once again you were unsettled. 

“Of course.” You answered him. “You're welcome.”

“Run along now.” He patted your shoulder, stepping out the elevator. “You're gonna want to get that fixed up.” He pointed to your arm.

You frowned deeply when you noticed the small on the side of your wrist. You couldn’t remember getting the injury, which left you baffled. “Yeah.” You whispered. 

You made your way to Jungkook’s room, rushing to make sure you didn’t spill any of your blood onto the floor. You held your hand over the wound, wincing a bit from the pressure but it kept the liquid from dripping and pouring out more. 

As you walked into the boy’s room, he was quick to run towards you and take your hand at the smell of blood. He was baffled at the fact that Yoongi hadn’t smelled it the moment you walked past his door. 

“(Y/N)! What happened!?” He cried. “Who did this to you?”

“I—I can't remember.” Your bottom lip trembled, feeling like you did the other day when Hobi told you about the spell mark. “I was talking with Doctor Hanseol-”

“How dare he touch you!” Jungkook’s growl startled you, making you flinch. “He probably erased your memory.”

The boy began to hold onto your hand tightly, eyes growing wide at the sight of the bruises forming on your wrist. It only seemed to make him more angrier as he turned away from you to shout and grip at his hair. 

“Kook, calm down!” You shouted, rushing towards him as he started to throw things off his bed. You gripped onto his shoulders, turning him towards you. “Hey, look at me.” You grabbed his cheeks with your hands, not caring about the blood staining them. 

“Let me heal you.” He spoke softly, breathing returning to normal.

You looked at the small cut. “I can wrap it myself.” You told him.

“No, my saliva.” He shook his head, grabbing your wrist softly for fear of hurting you more. “It has healing properties. It'll close.” He looked at you, waiting for you to tell him it was okay.

He looked at you with the softest of eyes, tears building up in them almost. You sighed, nodding your head. “Okay.”

He held your arm in a gentle manner, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. With a soft touch, he raised your wrist to his lips. His hands touched the blood that was seeping out down your forearm but he didn’t bother with the mess. 

Instead, you paid close attention to how he tentatively stuck his tongue out to softly lick at your wound. His warm muscle touching your skin made a shiver go down your back, the cold of his saliva entering your wound. He gave it about three kitten licks, pulling back to watch the wound. You looked over at it, watching as the skin quickly formed and it healed over with a scare. 

You pulled your hand closer to you, trying to understand the healing that Jungkook was able to do. As he watched you pay close attention to the new skin, he tilted his head to the side. 

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

You turned to him, giving him a small smile. “I'm trying to be.” You whispered. 

“I'm sorry he did that to you.” He pulled some shirt from the floor, moving to wipe up the blood from your hands and arm. 

You gladly took his offering, wiping off what you could. “It's okay, you fixed it.” You told him, holding up your arm. 

When you looked up, he still had his eyes fixed on your bruising wrist. You could see how disappointed he was. There was nothing he could do about that because it was an internal wound. You smiled sadly. 

As your eyes drifted across his face, you took note of blood you left from your hands. “You have blood on your cheeks.” You spoke, turning the shirt around to be able to wipe at his face. 

You grew closer to him, allowing the boy to place his hands on your waist. As you got to cleaning off his cheeks, your eyes kept drifting down to his lips. You noticed him swipe his tongue out, his own eyes drifting over your face. 

There was a sudden heat surrounding the both of you. It made you gulp. 

Jungkook slowly leaned down, touching his nose with your own. Your lips fell open, breath touching his own. It gave him the courage to connect the two. His lips were soft on yours, and he kissed you with a tender passion. 

He didn’t want you to leave his space, so he would try to pull you closer to him. You began to grow hot and not from your own temperature rising. Jungkook was extremely warm, much warmer than he normally was. The heat he radiated made you dizzy but in a good way. 

Your hands fell onto his shoulders, fingers twitching to drift under the collar of his shirt. He pulled away from your lips for just a moment, only to take off his shirt. You didn’t get the time to take a look at his body before he quickly pulled you back to him in a searing kiss. 

You honestly had no clue what had gotten into the man, but you didn’t know if you wanted it to stop. You pouted as his hands seemed to roam over your scrub pants, down under your bottom and to the back of your thighs. You gasped as he suddenly pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

He didn’t bother to talk more to you, he only seemed to lay you down onto his bed, hovering over you with loud pants coming out of his mouth. 

“Jungkook-” You called, trying to pull him away from your lips. 

He kept licking into your mouth, pressing his body over yours. “Jungkook.” You told him more sternly, pulling his head back harshly by his hair. 

The boy whimpered loudly, tongue hanging out almost as he continued to huff from the heat. “Jungkook, are you okay?” You asked him, sitting up as you took in the hazy look in his eyes. 

Your eyes went wide as you began to worry something was happening to him. You sat up but he only moved closer to you, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you down into his own. You gasped out when his bulge connected with your core, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. 

“I don’t–I don’t know what’s going on.” He whimpered, lips skimming over the skin of your neck. “I just–I really need to be inside of you.” His hips rutted into yours, holding you still over the edge of the bed. 

“Hey, Jungkook.” You spoke up, pulling him to look at you. You almost began to cry at how tears seemed to well up in his eyes. 

“Please.” He cried. 

You sighed, dropping your hands down to the bottom of your scrubs. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it; it was just that Jungkook didn’t seem like himself. Not anymore at least. You lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your bra to him. 

His tears seemed to stop as his eyes went wide staring at your breasts. You touched his cheeks again, gaining his attention. His eyes were still glossy but he looked at you in wonderment. “Are you okay?” You asked. 

He nodded his head slowly, looking back down at the top of your chest. He looked back up at you, waiting for permission. You sighed, dropping down onto the bed to get comfortable. As you did, Jungkook didn’t waste time to attach his mouth to your breasts, taking mouthfuls of skin to suck on them. 

He seemed to be in a trance as his body relaxed, allowing his mouth to suckle on your skin. He kept trying to move your bra from around you, but was too shy to actually go all the way. So you moved it for him, unclipping your bra from the back to remove it. 

He gasped out as more of you was offered to him, quickly attaching his lips to your nipple. You jumped at the stimulation, having sensitive nipples. The gasp you let out only made him suck harder. The tip of his tongue was running along the hard surface. 

While his hips held yours down, his hands moved to your pants fingers slipping under the band. He popped off your breast, pulling back to look at you. He pouted, toying with your scrubs in a way of asking if he could take them off. 

You shimmied your hips, allowing them to pull down. He took that as the go ahead and helped you to remove that scrubs. The seamless underwear you wore had a wet spot on them, causing you to blush. Jungkook however didn’t seem to mind as drool began to pool in his mouth. 

This time he didn’t bother to look at you for permission. Instead he quickly fell to his knees and stuck his nose into your core. 

“Jungkook!” You gasped, sitting up and pushing his head away. 

When a growl broke from his chest, you pulled back and shifted on the bed. You looked down at him wide eyed as his own looked up at you sheepishly. He had a grin on his face but he didn’t move from his spot between your thighs. 

“Please?” He asked you. 

You huffed out, falling back onto the bed. He grinned to himself, moving back to nose at your heat. You moaned out as he seemed to suck over your underwear, trying to close your legs but he was quick to hold them open. 

His fingers dug into your thighs, the man making himself comfortable on his knees in front of your core. Once he made your underwear even more wet than originally, he was quick to pull them off you. You weren’t able to see but his pupils grew large as he took in your sweet scent. It was like an aphrodisiac for the wolf. 

So like a starved man, he was quick to move open mouth kisses onto your clit and his tongue dragging down to dip into your hole. You gasped out, almost choking on your spit. Your hands flew to his head, pulling at his strands of hair. Jungkook growled as you began to move your hips from how much you were withering. With one arm, he draped it across your hips, stilling your movements with his strong grip. 

You continued to moan out, head pulling back as you clawed at his arm to allow you to squirm. But he didn’t let you up, only sucking harshly on your clit face digging harder into your core.

You felt your orgasm approaching, panting even more. “Jungkook-” You cried, wanting to tell him that you were close. 

However you hadn’t needed to when he was quick to pull away from you and began to pull his sweats down along with his boxers. You flinched back when he had left your heat, frowning as you suddenly missed his tongue. 

He didn’t give you time to dwell on it though as he quickly made his way on top of you. You groaned when you felt his length nudging your thigh. Your hips jerked up, trying to get him to move his cock in the right direction. 

“You’re so needy, Tokki.” Jungkook whispered in your ear, licking the shell. You shivered, letting out a breath. 

Jungkook moved his hand between you, gripping his length in order to guide him inside of you. Just as you expected he was extremely warm. The warmth from your own core already hot, his only adding to the heat. You were sure that the inside of your thighs were covered in sweat. 

When you felt the pop of him pushing all the way in, you let out a moan, back arching into his chest. He growled as he continued to shove himself the rest of the way in, giving you a moment to adjust. As he gave you the time, he began to kiss and lick at the junction between your shoulder and neck, marking that area. 

As you began to whine and move your hips along his, he took the movement to start thrusting. Your mouth hung open as moans and gasps fell from your lips. It only seemed to spur Jungkook on as he began to snap his hips faster. 

His forehead was dropped on your collarbone, watching as your breasts moved along with you body as he kept slapping his pelvis against your own. He could also see himself disappear into you, which only seemed to pull growls from him. 

His fingernails dug into the flesh at your hips, pulling at your skin. He could feel his nails wanting to make an appearance but he kept trying to pull them back to keep from hurting you. What he did instead was bite into your shoulder softly, his lips tightly suctioning themselves into your skin. 

Your walls were squeezing him tightly and he was trying hard not to come before you. It was the first time he had experienced something like this with a woman. He’s had relationships with his other coven mates but it was nothing like this. This was different. It was new. 

He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave you unsatisfied; the wolf wasn’t going to allow that. So he wanted you to come along with him. He picked up his pace, trying to get you stimulated enough. He even moved a hand down to rub at your clit, having been told what it was by the others. 

“Jungkook!” You screamed, your walls throbbing around him. 

“Cum for me, Tokki.” He huffed out. “Please.” He begged.

You began to moan louder, huffing as your back arched and your hips seemed to move on their own. “I’m coming.” You cried out, chest pushing up into his. 

As your walls tightened around him and your legs clenched up, he allowed himself to quickly pull out stroking his length for a few moments before ultimately finishing on your thighs in a groan. 

His seed was hot, and for some reason Jungkook began to shiver as he kept his hands on his cock. He quickly looked down, finding his knot forming causing him to curse. He got up from the bed, moving to the bathroom to get things to clean you up. He picked his underwear up as he went, trying to hide his problem from you. 

As he came back, hand still holding his shaft, you looked at him worried. You allowed him to clean you up with one hand but still tried to get him to stop. “Kook, what’s wrong?” You asked, glancing down to his hand. 

“It’s a werewolf thing.” He smiled sheepishly. “I just have to be careful with it.”

He handed you one of his shirts, the smell of pine and wood. You pulled it over your body, scooting over in the bed to give him some room. He made himself comfortable on his back, pulling you onto his chest. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

“It’s–ah–It’s a knot.” You sat up, looking at him as if he was joking. 

“Those are actual things?” You asked him. 

“Don’t laugh.” He knocked your head over with his fingers. 

“I’m not!” You pout. “I just didn’t think the whole werewolf genetics from stories were real. You going to tell me that alphas and omegas are real next?” You giggled. 

“You’re laughing at me.” The man pouted.

“No! No.” You giggled, moving up to give his face kisses. “I like my big bad werewolf just the way he is.”

Jungkook began to blush, his teeth showing as his lips pulled up into a grin. Your lips fell onto his, giving him a quick peck which he thoroughly enjoyed. However there seemed to be a problem now. 

His bed was not up to par with the comfort he wanted to feel. He needed more blankets. 

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[envy-of-the-apple]

Hi! :D I hope you're doing great. So I am wondering something. (I searched your accaunt for this a bit but couldn't find an answer to this, I'm sorry if you had already answered a similar question)

The Sun Eats The Moon is a no curses AU, and I just want to know how you think that affects Gojo. Like, what is different? Just his ways? I know he still has a power status not quite matched but, it can't be the same, right? And his powers kind of make him, would you agree? I just find no curses AU's so interesting because of this :)

ohhhhh that's such a great question actually???? lemme preface this by saying i do NOT write gojo like his canon counterpart. The canon version of him is a complicated mix of sweet, lonely guy who wants to have friends but he lives with beings who will never understand him so he has a hard time equating value to them even though he knows on paper killing humans is bad. I mostly lean into Gojo's cruel malicious side whenever I write him.

Considering how powerful he is, despite his lighthearted personality, Gojo holds a lot of responsibility. He's the strongest, right? Because of the immense responsibility he holds, he'd hold himself (by that i mean personality-wise) back a lot. We've seen that Gojo can be pretty cruel and horrible to those he allows himself to kill (aka the curses). in the Shibuya arc, he's not killing them off, he's straight up toying with the disaster curses. It's in his nature to be malicious, but he holds himself back a lot because of how strong he is. He's also shown to be really lonely in this version (with his whole dream of creating stronger sorcerers so he can not be lonely), so acting in whatever way he desires (aka killing off the higher ups) might scare off his allies. Two things that keep him in line, mostly.

It's why I think in the non-curses au, Gojo would feel more 'freer' in a sense. In SEM he's still pretty powerful, but that's largely due to his wealth and familial affluence. He doesn't have the weight of a secret jujutsu sorcery world on his shoulders. With the lack of responsibility, I personally feel Gojo would act out on his desires a lot more. Why hold back? He isn't answering to anyone, right? Also, in this version, he's a lot less lonelier. He doesn't have this fear that if he pushes too hard people might leave him. It also has to do largely with Geto but I don't wanna spoil too much considering what I have planned. But maybe yall have already connected the dots on that one lmao:)

In SEM, thematically Gojo's character moves in a very different way compared to his regular counterpart. After Riko, Gojo realizes that the weak need to be protected. In this version of him, Gojo never has that realization. That coupled with the lack of responsibility would cause Gojo to be a lot more malicious, I believe.

So bascially, SEM! Gojo has a god complex. And regular Gojo also has a God complex but it's more complicated than that.

[omgsuperstarg]

Shut up and Drive- Toto Wolff x Assistant! Reader

Another one shot with the Capricorn King Toto Wolff. I hope yall like it and subscribe for more

This short is based on this video with him and his lovely wife Susie!!! Ughhh I live for them soo much, they're such a cute and POWERFUL COUPLE!!!!

Alright!!! Let's burn some rubber!!!!!!!!!!

As one of Toto's assistants, it's stipulated that you keep him on track of his appointments and all drama that entails throughout the day. You had your fair share of chaos and it always goes on overdrive on a race weekend. Right now the team is currently in Miami for another Race for the 2023 season and with the sweltering sun and hotter cars it was shaping up to be another fun weekend.

This is your outfit. imagine the Mercedes shirt replacing the blouse

Your gloves

You were multitasking between your computer and Toto and Bono as they analyzed data before the race kicked off when suddenly your best friend and Mercedes' Social Media moderator Jessica approached you.

"Y/N just the girl I wanted to see, I have a fun assignment for you," She says smiling evilly

"Oh boy, I know im gonna regret life choices ", I respond playfully scared.

"Don't worry love, you're going to be doing this assignment with Toto so you'll be safe. How do you feel about driving around the BOSS", she says wringing her hands like a bond villain.

"What are we waiting for, LETS GOO!!", you say pulling her towards the beloved team principal.

Once Toto was caught up to speed, both you and Toto proceeded to the vehicle with your cell phone out to capture it all.

Entering the car, you strapped in your seatbelt and began to record your POV.

"Okay guys, here I am bout to be driven around the track by my Boss. If you don't hear from me again you know who to look at", you say while flipping the camera to show your boss.

"Don't worry, you'll be completely fine and ill even drive slow", the statuesque man sounds while patting my shoulder in a comforting way.

"You say that now but I know the gears be running in your head on ways to torment me. I can feel this is your hazing ritual for me since I'm new," you say while giggling. Your face however is still sceptical, the car begins moving as you begin to further document your trip and that's when the chaos starts.

Toto pumps the gas without warning and the speed was astounding like any adrenaline junkie you begin to cheer in delight.

"Wooooo, this is what im talking bout. It's official I'm petitioning for Toto to be a stunt driver!!", you say as your body slightly moves with the car as it turns.

"I wonder if the fans petitioned you to be James Bond, cuz you have the vintage look of the early movies but a lot more gentlemanly. "you say as you whip your head to the statuesque Austrian.

"A few times, I thought about acting, but I figured it wasn't my place.", he says wistfully.

"Alright boss man,it's the final turn. Give me some speed and remember, if I aint feeling some kind of G force you going too slow."you say while giggling.

You take notice of his playful smile,which resembles a wolfish grin. You couldn't help but snap a picture to remember the moment. This should be one of the main pictures of the post. Sadly, all things must end. Finally, it's your turn.

You decided to wear your fingerless leather gloves for this moment and connect your phone to the car's radio since you have the perfect song in mind.

"Okay, now I have one of my lovely assistants to take her little spin round the track," the leader responds with his Austrian accent shining through.

I'm lovely?!?! Aweee sir, you flatter me, but I hope you don't mind if I put on a little music for us to cruise to, "you say, smiling in glee.

So you turn the radio up and started off slow. After the road was clear, I went full-on fast and furious.

You were hitting those turns like the drivers on the track.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself boss", you state while keeping eyes on the road and jamming to the song on the radio. "I can truly say that this is an experience. I love your touch of the gloves and playing Rihanna is quite fitting for the situation", he speaks with his joyful laugh filling your ears.

"I never thought you would be a Rihanna fan", playfully gasping at his statement. You can thank my eldest daughter for that", he says.

"Are you sure you're not a driver?", the boss man playfully asks. "No, I wish. Maybe if I have gotten into it from a young, now I would've been turning heads but I'm happy where I am, I still get to be in a world I love with the most chill team EVER!!", you say getting a little emotional.

The car slows down as you return to the pits, wishing the time wasn't over. After exiting you gave Toto a hug thanking him for a great time as well as for putting up with your crazy fun.

"I enjoyed it and I sure as hell wouldn't mind doing a carpool karaoke with you the next time",

"I've already made note of it sir and Im looking forward to hearing THAT VOICE", you say as you conclude your heart-to-heart heading back to the garage to observe the good chaos of race day.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

OKAY SO HI! Hope I’m not bothering and hope your day is going/went well! 💕

Just wanna say love your work so much! The texts are hilarious and your works are *chefs kiss* If they get turned into a movie I’m watching it everyday!

Also I’m just randomly wondering since Y/n and her 8 boyfies decided to somewhat stay in Namhae in “the essence of youth is summers with you” so they’re bound to bump into Johnny at occasionally, how would johnny react to his ex suddenly having 8 boyfriends at once? 😭

Like since he’s a douchesnozle i would think he’d stir some shit up, and how would the boys respond as well lol. Idk cause I’m imagining it and like I can see the boys just end up beating him up lol and idk why I find that funny hehe

Mkay that’s all! Keep up the wonderful work! I’ll definitely read what you release next!!! 💕💕

omg please this made me smile so hard and it is so nice to dive back into the teoyiswy au, because i did not realise just how much i've missed writing about my hot surfer bois 🥹🫶

c/w: unedited 0.8k, half fic half train of thought, explicit profanity, insults, toxic ex

okay first off yall not going to believe me but johnny originally had a redeeming arc planned LMAO his character was meant to be one of those people who become blinded by their desire for the other person and end up making the wrong decisions, and it isn't until after losing that person do they realise their mistakes. so johnny was meant to be redeemed, you guys were meant to apologise to one another, and then get closure on okay-ish terms.

buuuuuut if we're going down the route of johnny stays a douchesnozle, then i think it would be hilarious if he tries to break you up with your boyfies. it goes down like this: johnny runs into you on a date with san at the cafe you've been going with him since you two were twelve, and san is sharing a strawberry dacquoise and a grapefruit ade with you. johnny scoffs at the sight of him feeding you with the fork and is like, "i fuckin' knew it."

you don't notice your ex because your back is facing him, but san definitely does. the next bite he pretends to give you, san moves the fork out of the way at the last second and pecks you on the lips instead. you squeal and ask him, "what was that for?" and san simply replies, "just cause i can," and cause johnny can't. hah.

the boys one; johnny zero.

johnny stalks off grumpy, and lo and behold two days later he runs into you again at the mart filling a whole bag of ice cream to buy (not with your money, of course). but what the fuck? you're with hongjoong, and he's got you all wrapped up with your back against his chest as you both pick out the ice cream from the freezer. you spot the last of the magnum ice cream sandwiches, which you know is yeosang's favourite, so you lean into the freezer to dig it out.

hongjoong steadies your waist when he happens to look up and make eye contact with your ex, and if you notice your boyfriend's hands holding you a little firmer, you don't realise that it's because he is feeling a little possessive. hongjoong makes a show to nuzzle into your neck with fond endearment when you stand back up and present the wrapped ice cream to him, because you're his now, not johnny's.

the boys two; johnny still zero.

it continues like that. johnny keeps running into you around namhae–at the beach, at different cafes, on the streets. he keeps himself hidden, but he sees you with a different boyfriend each time. coincidentally, the boys always manage to spot him, probably because they are always on alert whenever you are out with them. and it always goes down the same. you obliviously glow under their public displays of affection in the form of hugs, kisses, smiles and interlocked hands, whilst your ex fumes away in his anger.

until he cannot take it anymore. it's summer and you're out with all of them at the beach, one of those rare days when you are able to spend time with the eight of your boyfriends together. it's nostalgic lying on the towel with yeosang tracing patterns on your skin, watching your boys toss each other into the water, surfboards long forgotten on the sand near you. a shadow falls over you and yeosang, and when you look up, you're shocked to see that it is your ex.

"johnny," you stutter, because why is he here in front of you? you scramble to your feet, as does yeosang, and he pulls you behind him as he stands in front.

"what the fuck do you want?" the voice doesn't come from him, though. it's san, and the rest of your boys have already made their way back to shore to stand protectively around you the moment they realised who was approaching you.

your ex scoffs with disbelief, "you know this slut is cheating on you all, right? she's cheating on every single one of you behind your very backs and you still want her?"

hongjoong growls dangerously, "you want to say that one more fucking time?"

"yeah," johnny challenges, "she's a fucking slut."

"and you're a fucking idiot because she's dating all of us. she's our girlfriend, and if you fucking dare come close to her or any of us ever again, it won't just be your pea-sized ego that is bruised–it'll be your whole fucking face."

so basically johnny makes a clown out of himself trying to expose you for cheating, only to be told that lol jokes on him you're dating them all and a million times happier than you ever were with him. hongjoong and wooyoung are extremely close to knocking your ex's teeth out, but a single glance from you and your boys have heeled. johnny never bothers you or the boys ever again and you all live happily ever after.

the boys eight; johnny minus eight.

the end :D

[rzyraffek]

Hewos!

I was hoping to request some soft moments with the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz?

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

Yall wtf I come back home and i got 4new requests??? I am famous or something THANK YOU ALL FOR REQUEST!!! Some of them are sus but ily all still💖💖 But this request is very cute!!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Fluffy times with slasher

Billy Lenz

He might be a weird creep but he also is a huge cuddlebug

Like everytime they wanna relax and watch movie or do something fun this guy will litteraly lay on them

My guy turns into tomato everytime s/o cups his cheeks, or holds his hands gently😳😳

Also if s/o is a gamer he will watch them play and be theirs number one fan (tbh whatever competitive hobby they got hes nr1 fan). Shit talking people with Billy>>

He moves a lot in his sleep, kicks too, and probably talks aswell. He is very active sleeper.

Also he is a night owl but he goes to bed with s/o so they can lie toghether. And he will stare qt them (litteraly just like in the movie btw)

Get him some headbands those hair are getting into his eyes

Bo Sinclair

Okay but he loves when they grab his arm when they are walking together. Or when s/o kisses him, he doenst care tbh everykiss from them is wonderful

His arm always lands on them during sleep, and he snores too

He loves borrowing his hoodies and shirts to them but he smokes so everything he wears smells like nikotine, and he too smells like it. So hopefully they dont mind it

If they are upset he gonna get so protective, like ?who hurt you? Why are you crying?? And a lot of touches too

Vincent Sinclair

Quality time with vincent inculdes: teaching them how to make wax figures, go on walk with a dog, braid eachother hair, and gossip. Yeah gossip i know this guy doenst look like it but he lives for drama. Talking shit about rude and disrespectful vitims is great

Hes increadeably patient! When he was teaching them how to use make stuff out of wax no matter how many tries s/o failed and how many tiems tjey said that their work looks ugly and well- bad he was like "nononono try again but like this *shows some epic wax strategy*"

His brothers are very happy that vincent is socialasing! He usually just hangs out with bo or lester, god he doesnt even interacts with his victims???

His hands are shaky

He sleeps like lil babi, he 100% does 'ah mimimimi ah mimimi' when asleep, also he is very nervous to hug them while in bed and when he wakes up to them hugging him, he will turn tomato

Brahms Heelshire

Guy has skin walker vibes. Like s/o gonna just vibe in bed trying to zzz and this guy will just stand in dark corridor, staring, with absolute darkness behind him. And it doesnt help that he is very skinny and has long long arms

He loves cooking together!! Helping in kitchen is such fun job! But he won't clean the dishes! he is disgusted by wet food

No pets in house!! He would be 100% jealous!! And he already has 50rats in walls I think that's enough animals for now

When he talks about stuff he enjoys he moves his hands alot!

He loves playing hide and seek! And scaring s/o when they don't see him😈😈

Asa Emory

Rich bitch

You calling him at 3am because you hungry and there's no food in fridge? Uhh yes honey lemmie just finish this victim of and-what? You want Chinese food this time? Hmm yeah that sounds tasty

He gonna spoil them!

Hes very animalistic tbh, but he is also a gentleman. He gonna ask for consent everytime he even gets near them "can I kiss you?/is it okay if I do that" ect ect

Sleeping with him is scary. Fr. He gonna just randomly disapear in middle of night and come back 9hours later. Or he gonna be missing for almost whole day and just comeback while s/o is eeping and just go to sleep like nothing happened

Also he purrs

Yall I got alot of requests now so I might do them slowly! If you requested anything lately dont worry I will write that I just need time!!

[bitchyfoxymama]

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship - Rhaenyra x F!Reader - Modern AU

Alternatively: We Should Be Lovers Instead

Warnings: friends to lovers, lesbian x bisexual, the children still exist in this!, Alicent playing matchmaker, brief mention of homophobia, Daemon and Harwin, Fluff, smut will be in part 2!

A/N: it's lesbian visibility week and as your fav lesbian author it is my duty to write WxW fics this week! Boys are taking a backseat this week sorry yall!

Beta read by @howaboutcastiel

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"Rhaenyra darling, you're my best friend," you say in front of the mirror to yourself. You've been pacing for the last 30 minutes, "I wanna ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead. No, no, no. Ah, come on y/n you can do this!" 

Rhaenyra has had 2 failed relationships, which gave her 5 wonderful boys who all call you auntie and whom you'd die for. But it's time to put on the big girl panties and confess your feelings to her so that you can either finally get together with her or move on after she lets you down. 

"Okay okay okay," you pull out your phone and dial Alicent, your other best friend and confidant. She's the only one to know of your feelings for the Targaryen. 

"I can't do it, Ali," you whine the moment she picks up, forgoing letting her greet you. 

"Darling Y/n, if you don't confess to Nyra today, I will go over there and kick your ass. How many times have I told you she feels the same for you and has for just as long as you have?" 

"You really think she feels the same way I do?" You know she can't see the face you’re making currently, but she can hear it. 

"Y/n, you were as much her gay awakening as she was yours. Remember in 8th grade at Lannisters’ boy girl party when the bottle landed on you?" She is hoping to calm your nerves just a bit. 

"Yeah? What about it?" You try to remember that dumb party that happened nearly 2 decades ago. 

You had just gotten your braces on the very week of Jason Lannister’s birthday party. You knew none of the boys wanted to kiss you since you had braces, and that made you nervous.

You'd realized you were only into girls not even 3 months prior, but had been keeping it in, in fear of bullying and the fact that you had a very obvious not obvious crush on Rhaenyra Targaryen. You'd confided in Alicent Hightower about your realization, and she had affirmed her friendship with you even though she came from a highly religious background. She told you nothing would stop the two of you from being friends. 

You were all sitting in a circle with an empty glass bottle in the middle. You prayed to the Seven that your turn didn't land on any of the boys. Sure, Harwin and Jason were good-looking, and landing on them wouldn't be ‘bad’ per se, but you'd dread it if you actually had to kiss them. 

It was as if the Seven, the old gods and any diety out there had been looking upon you at that moment because when Rhaenyra spun the bottle instead of landing on the one person she had been hoping for—Harwin Strong, whom she had a very obvious crush on—it instead landed on you. Her best friend since diapers. 

"Uh… you can spin again, Nyra. You don't have to kiss a girl." Jason eyed you directly into your soul. Like he knew your secret. 

"Huh? No, a turn is a turn. I don't mind kissing Y/n. She's my best friend. You don't mind me kissing you, do you?" She looked at you with those beautiful lilac eyes. 

"Y-yeah, I don't mind," you managed out. 

"Then it's settled," Rhaenyra said as she started to crawl across the way to you. When she was near, she sat down and gently placed a hand on your cheek while her free hand lay on yours. She closed her eyes and leaned in. You kept yours open until the last possible second, and only when her nose brushed against your cheek did they finally close.

Her lips were soft, and they tasted like strawberries. The kiss didn’t last long, but you wished she didn't pull away when she did. You both smiled at one another. You wished you could tell her how you feel. You never expected it to take 20 years, a few failed relationships on both of your parts. 

"That was the same night she told me she had enjoyed that kiss. That you were her own gay awakening, or rather bisexual awakening," Alicent hums through the phone. 

"I-she never told me that," you blush at the thought of Rhaenyra enjoying your first kisses being with each other. 

There’s a knock at your door stopping you from continuing your conversation with Alicent. 

"Hey, Ali, I'm gonna need to call you back. There’s someone at the door.” You fail to hear the excited squeal she lets out as she tells you that you'd better answer. 

When you open the door to your apartmentment, you are met with the eyes of the woman you have been in love with since you were thirteen, at Jason Lannister's first boy-girl party. Rhaenyra Targaryen. 

"Nyra? What are you doing here—” you don't get to finish your sentence before her lips are on yours, devouring you. You are stunned, and it takes you a second to kiss her back, which causes her to pull away. You snake your fingers in her long hair and pull her back into you while you kick the door shut with your foot. 

You both tumble onto your couch, a mix of kisses and hands grabbing anywhere they can. She has one hand on the back of your head while her other is secured holding your waist.

Unfortunately, oxygen is needed for both of you to live. If you could have it any other way, the sound of her moans while she’s on top of you would be enough to sustain you. 

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to make a move, perzītsos?" 

Little Flame. She's used that name on you for years, but hearing her say it as you've both just finished making out on your couch. It’s different. 

You hold her face in your hands as you stare up at her, a small smile gracing your lips. 

"You never seemed interested. You were off with Harwin and then Daemon. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but when I called Ali after pacing for half an hour worrying about what to say to you, she finally told me what I'd been waiting for since we were thirteen. That you had felt that same spark I did all those years ago." 

Rhaenyra lets out a hardy laugh when you mention Alicent’s name. She leans down and kisses you once more. 

"Ali sent me a text telling me to confess today. I said ‘to hell with it’ and came straight over." 

Your smile grows bigger on your face as you realize something.

"Hey Nyra? I want to ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead." 

She smirks down at you as her hair curtains you both.

"Good, because we have a lot of catching up to do." she says as she kisses you once more.

[smilingangel582]

Hiii I got a request... sorry for not taking any! I got too much on my plate actually hehe but it's selfish to say so.

Anywayyy I got a lee!Umemiya request ( It might have spelling errors) and hope yall enjoyyy this selfish otaku's writing!

Thank u!

Warning spoilers for Windbreaker

Ume-chan's turn!

Bofurin's leader, Umemiya Hajime, is as strong as the rumours say. Sakura has seen everything about him during the Shishitorens clash days ago. He wonders how someone could possibly become the top, and Umemiya is the one to show him...

However...

"Ahhhh ahhh! Sugishita I told you to water the other set!"

What the hell is he doing summoning people just so he can show his 'grass'?

Umemiya Hajime is weird...

Hiragi growled now clicking his tongue as he grabbed Umemiya by the collar to drag him back to the centre. "Oi baka-memiya! I told you to pay attention to others! You summoned Tamon teams group just to show off your tomatoes?"

Umemiya dramatically gasped. "Nooo!" Then adds as he gestures to the radishes." I wanna show off these babies!

"Seriously, Umemiya is..." Sakura groans his brow, twitching, and that's when Sugishita steps in with snarl, raising his fist to threaten Sakura (not like he's actually gonna hit Umemiya's precious two coloured Sakura)

"Sugiiishitaa! What did I tell you about starting fights with Sakura!" Umemiya jabbed his side causing Sugishita gasp and whimper like an offended puppy nodding both in mental and physical pain.

"Aww, but you're sweet, always helping your big brother! Come hereeee!"

Tackling the tall long-haired guy, he began tickling him. Sugishita barely fights back his snickers and rare happy noises. Probably because he's a fanatic... Sakura just clicked his tongue.... murmuring "Childish"

Suo smiles playfully, "But very cute... they are like brothers..."

Hiragi eye rolls, now grabbing Umemiya and stopping the fun, "Well our dear leader, why don't you have a taste of yer own medicine!"

"Eh? A-Ah! Hiraaagii??" Suddenly bright childish laughter spills from Umemiya, now squirming and trying to push those nimble hands of Hiragi. Despite his growl and irritated expression, he genuinely seems to enjoy it.

Sakura blush, the leader of bofurin is... ticklish?

Suo claps happily in a graceful way, "Ooh Sakura look at that... our big brothers are really having fun"

Sakura's ears turned red in embarassment, "W-whatever! Just silly!"

Hiragi snapped and Umemiya still mercilessly tickling Umemiya who was begging and giggling like a child, "You bastard... I respect ya but I also hate ya so much that I wanna...! Ugh damn it you are so annoying"

"HIhihihirahahagi jahahaha! Sohohohorry buhuhuhuhut ihihihihihi lohohohove thehehehe nehehehew plants!"

Gritting his teeth, "stop talking or yer gonna make things worst!" He scribbles his hips which made Umemiya cackle, "Ahahaha ok ok! Ihihihihi wohohoont! Ahahaha mehehehercy!"

Hiragi shook his head, glaring playfully, "Noo noo all those times you messed with us... this..." he raised his hands to tickle his stomach in a swift move "is payback..."

"WAAAAH! ahahaha Hiraaahahagiiii pleheheease!"

Sugishita let's a silent pout, sad that his fun with Umemiya had to be interrupted by Hiragi. Sakura meanwhile snaps at Suo for something snarky and Nirei calming him down despite his own amusement.

"Ha? I just said a leader should be this weak to something so... so..." his voice wavering, flustered, "stupid!"

"But Sakura-kun, you speak as if your immune to this -I quote you, 'stupid' weakness" he looms over Sakura, poking him and making him jump like a wild offended kitten.

"N-no stay away!"

Hiragi stops, knowing Umemiya's had enough as he's flushed and fatigued, lying on the ground, a hand over his eyes, "phew... y-you sure dohohont show mercy Hiragi..."

Hiragi helps Umemiya up, sighing, "Jeez... I seriously don't get you..."

Umemiya grinned, "But come on, I just want to lighten up our little brothers... look.. they already resemble us..." he grins adding with a whisper, "Sakura-kun is ticklish too... isn't that precious?"

Gestures to Suo teasing Sakura by poking his side and discovering something marvelous about their grade captain.

"Don't go attacking the poor guy so fast," Hiragi slaps the back of his head, making Umemiya grin mischievously.

Hiragi shrugged now, staring at the group as well from a distance noticing Sugishita watching them mess with Sakura, "Well, idk about similarities, but at least you two have the same allure to move others. And you both are ticklish..."

Umemiya huffed, "Is that all? I think he's got the heart of a gentle kid like me -ah!" He gasped when Hiragi prodded his side, making him sigh.

"Well, whatever... at least i feel at ease since he's here in furin, " he grinned a little, now wiggling his fingers sneaking towards the first years as he skidded towards them.

"Sakuuuraaa-kuuun, here's a little welcome gift! And gotcha!" He tackles Sakura from behind, beginning a little tickle fight. Despite Umemiya being sensitive as well, Sakura does not know how to fight back.

Hiragi watched fondly, recalling all the times they've fought together and even the times they messed with each other.

Suo and Umemiya joining to wreck the poor Sakura who was hissing and giggling trying to escape the wild tickles.

Bofurin is home... even for him.

(Hey hey hope it's good... kinda got awkward at the end because I don't have anything else to add, and trust me, Ume-chan is the best!)

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Youthful Changes pt. 2

Song Mingi x Reader(afab) 

Authors notes ; part 2 is finally here ! Are you guys excited? I'm happy my first part got so much attention, I truly wasn't expecting it ☺ I hope you all enjoy this part ! Mind the grammatical errors, I'm still getting used to this 🫣

Warnings ; eventual smut, pwp, degradation, dom!mingi x sub!reader, oral sex briefly(f receiving), raw sex(wrap it up yall, stay safe), slight voyeurism(mingi walks in on reader about to ride San), Weed mentioned (san is high asf)

Triggers ; none, as far as I know

“ Don't think we're done just yet, slut. ”, that was the last thing Song Mingi had said to you. It had been over a year now since he had sent that text. You thought about it here and there, but as the months went on your mind strayed from the text.

Your mind never strayed from that boy though. Was it too soon to think you had fallen for him? If this was a year ago before you had seen him, you would've called yourself crazy, but the butterflies you got every time you looked at his profile picture told you something different.

It was hard to think about the boy sometimes though since you felt so much sadness and anger and confusion, wondering why he left you behind again. Wondering if it would be another ten years before you saw him again. It was certainly looking like that.

You couldn't spend years upon years dwelling on one boy you briefly saw for a few hours though. That was something only fairytales and fanfictions online called for. You weren't as innocent and desperate as the girls in those silly books.

You wanted to move on, district your mind from the boy for some time. You didn't know when or if he would ever text you again, but you needed something to distract you from going crazy over him. Something? No, more so, someone.

And as if on cue, there goes the perfect opportunity walking past your house on the sidewalk. Watching the tall, shirtless and muscular boy put a flier in your mailbox and turn to wave at you with a kind smile. 

Shocked that he saw you, you gave san a shy smile from your position at the window and waved in a friendly manor. Ignoring him would be rude, especially when you were stood there for a solid three minutes staring at the eye-candy he called his abs.

Part of you felt guilty for straying from Mingi, but he wasn't here and he hadn't been here for a year now. Surely he had moved on, meaning you could reach your grasp out tp this one chance.

Walking out of the house to retrieve the flier, your hopes soared high through the sky as you read the invite addressed to you about the party at his house come friday.

Friday?! That was today! Was he crazy?! He was giving you an invite the day of the party-!

Rushing back inside quickly to get ready for the soon-to-be coming party. You wish you had known about this in advance so you could've prepared what you would wear and how you would look.

That tight black mini dress covered with daisies would have to do, as well as the pair of black pumps your sister had lent you over two years ago now.

If you had known about this days ago, maybe you would've gone out and bought something a little nicer to impress san, not just san though, anyone who could distract you from Song Mingi.

Stopping the mascara wand briefly as you thought about Mingi again. Shaking your head of the many thoughts and focusing back on the light amount of makeup you had decided to put on. It wasn't much but it would do for now.

Taking a minute to wonder if you really wanted to do this. What if Mingi found out and got really mad? What if he blocked you from his life forever?

Ugh, too many “what ifs”.

You need to move on. If this boy truly wanted to have a life with you in it, he would've reached out sooner. He hasn't reached out in a year though and you knew he didn't have next to nothing to do in his life.

Glancing at your phone before grabbing your phone and walking out. Making sure to sneak past your sisters room so she didn't get suspicious and question you about what you were doing. Managing to get out of the house without anyone pestering you about where you're going all dolled up.

Already noticing the house down the street due to the colorful lights they had shining on it. Smiling to yourself and walking the small walk to the house. Looking over the tons of cars that were parked in the driveway and on the sides of the road. Most of them would be towed or ticketed if the party went on after 1 am.

You weren't worried about them though. You were glad you lived in walking distance so you didn't have to drive or worry about getting towed. Though this walk seemed a lot longer this time. Maybe it was the nerves finally getting to you.

Letting out a sigh of relief when you finally got to the steps of the large house. Staring up at it in awe. You never took a moment to just admire how beautiful this house was whenever you ran past it on your morning jogs.

Finally gathering the courage to walk in after procrastinating for a few minutes. This was a good idea and you weren't gonna let anyone tell you differently, especially not yourself. You were finally going to move on from that damn Song Mingi.

Immediately setting eyes on your target. He stood out like a spot of red paint on a white wall. With that gorgeous red hair, and that insane height of his. Not many people thought he was tall, but you were much shorter than him so you thought he was a giant. 

When you realized you were staring, you attempted to look away, but he had already caught your eye. Making his way to you with a goofy smile and a dazed look in his eyes.

Oh.

So this boy was already farrr from sober. You assumed he must've pregamed with some of his friends before the party. You didn't mind but you worried that this might put a kink in your plan.

That kink disappeared from your mind as soon as he nodded his head in the direction of the steps. Smiling shyly and nodding at him, making your way through the large crowd of dancing bodies to the steps. The steps that he was already halfway up and looking back at you to make sure you were still following. Which you eagerly were.

This man had you happily wrapped around his pinky and you had just set your eyes on him for the first time that night. You didn't mind though. You didn't mind how easily you were giving in to him. It was a bit alarming since just yesterday you were grieving over the loss of Mingi, but he had his chance. Song Mingi had a million chances in the world to reach out to you. 

You had no reason to mind submitting to Choi San. You had no reason to mind allowing Choi San to remove your skimpy little dress. You had no reason to mind allowing Choi San to undress himself rather quickly. You had no reason to mind Choi San laying you on the bed and burying himself between your thighs. You had no reason to mind Choi San pu- 

Oh my. 

So that's what it felt to have your pussy eaten out. If this is truly how it felt, you could get used to this beautiful pleasure. Looking down to your predator with red cheeks and a soft moan. Almost too embarrassed to stare when he looked up to you lovingly.

And before you knew it, he was moving up your body to press a deep kiss to your lips. Finally, your first kiss was happening, and it was just as they described it in books, with maybe a little more spit. You didn't mind that though because it was with the boy of your dreams.

No. This wasn't the boy of your dreams. That's what you wished he was. Unfortunately Choi San was just your happy place. Something to distract your mind from the true boy of your dreams. That damned Song Mingi.

What was he doing right now? Was he doing something similar with a different girl? Thats all you could think as San pulled you over top of him. Anger setting into you again as you thought of Mingi doing this with a girl who wasn't you.

You'd just have to prove to be better than that stupid girl. Stupid but oh so fucking lucky if she had Song Mingi's attention. You craved his attention. You craved to be holding his dick and getting ready to go down on it as you were with San right now.

You never got the chance to fulfill your dream though due to the door flying open. Assuming it was just some dumb couple looking for somewhere to fuck, you covered yourself to the best of your ability and looked to San in embarrassment. He was looking behind you though, staring at something with wide eyes. What was it?

Gathering the courage to look behind you and almost jumping out of your skin when you did. There was that damned Song Mingi. Staring at you with narrowed eyes and panting as though he had run all the way here. Letting out a startled yelp as he practically pulled you from a decently scared Choi San, and held you to him protectively. 

Staring at the ground with a heated face and red ears. Listening to san gather his things as quickly as he could before he was leaving the room with a rushed apology to his close friend.

That's right. You had forgotten that little but important detail. San and Mingi had been bestfriends when Mingi used to live down here. They went to elementary school, middle school, and highschool together before Mingi had moved halfway through junior year. How could you did this to Mingi? And with his bestfriend? Were you really a-

“slut.”

Looking up to him slowly and shyly. God, you missed those beautiful eyes. You could get lost in them for hours with no worries on your mind.

Well, that's what you thought before you were lazily thrown onto the bed with yet another startled yelp. You were going to protest about the throwing, but Song Mingi startled you yet again by quickly climbing over top of you much like San had done earlier.

Wondering if Mingi would do something like that to you ever. Not today obviously because the only thing on Mingi's mind was making up for lost time. He hadn't even explained to you where he had been for a year, but was already undressing himself.

There it was, what you had wished to see a year ago. Live and in person and…rock hard. He must've gotten it from that year of being pent up. Or maybe he got it as soon as he saw you fully naked and about to go down on his bestfriend from school.

Whatever. That didn't matter. Neither to you, nor to Mingi. All the both of you could think about was Mingi getting himself inside of you finally. And he did. Slowly at first because he knew about you. He knew you were a virgin just from how much you had moaned and quivered at his touch during your little session a year ago.

You were lost for any words. Too caught up in the twinges of pain and the small sparks of pleasure filling you up. The feeling of Mingi pushing himself all the way in until he bottomed out inside of you. You were clinging to him as he slowly began to pull back out, just to thrust all the way back in. Setting off on a slow and sensual pace.

He did this the first time too. He was all about going slow and doing long movements. Which you understood because it felt heavenly. He felt heavenly. That's all you could think as Song Mingi fucked you. Slowly at first, but eventually he grew desperate for his release.

You didn't mind because you were desperate too, and you were more than happy to give him everything. You had waited a year for this afterall. You waited a year for Song Mingi and here he was absolutely destroying your insides, plowing your brains out. Causing your eyes to roll back so easily, and your toes curled as you came to a mind blowing orgasm. All senses heightened so suddenly, and your vision white. 

Sparks of sensitivity shooting through you as Mingi continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Listening to a dreamy groan of your name fall from his lips before you felt warm inside. Having completely forgotten about your lack of a condom and lack of birth control in that moment.

Laying there for a moment to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm as Mingi laid beside you. When the books told you orgasms were mind blowing, they really meant it. Song Mingi in general had blown your mind when he swooped in like Prince Charming.

Obviously you two would need to have a deep discussion about where the hell he had been, but for now you could just lay there with him. Cradled in his arms and staring up at him like hes the most amazing thing in the world. In that moment, he truly was the most amazing thing in the world.

Song Mingi had stolen your heart. What were you going to do about that? How could you have a proper conversation with him when you didn't even care why he was gone. All you cared about was that he was there now.

You could live in this moment for now.

For now.

Authors ending note; part two is finally released! Tell me what you think! There will be a part three so keep your eyes out!

[genderlesssinner]

Prepare yourself for more of my rambling bullshit

I apologize this is gonna be LONG as I just spew my thoughts while watching

Oh right Liliana is here I forgot this is where we left off OOF

The Weave Mind built the fortress, okay okay okay

Burrow Site?? Ah the dig to the cage

Oooh no he's using Liliana for the projection??

Oooo fae info dump

Are the Unseelie part of how Ludinus does the widespread projections? Or is he just rallying the troops

I am both stressed and love how eager Travis always is for things to go poorly

So much teleporting if they do this and going to the Fey is time fucky so that could be bad I hope they remember that and maybe Morri can still help with that?

Istg Travis. That die roll is gonna get Chet one day and no one is gonna believe it at first cause he fakes out so much

"we're not interesting enough for that" TAL

Part of me really hopes they turn the Sorrowlord fully against Ludinus but I also don't want that sombitch anywhere near Fearnie

Always walkin and talkin, or they would never get anywhere. Ever.

This meeting should be interesting.

WHO ARE THE OTHER DRAGONS MATTHEW?

I know my love, J'mon is one. Who are the other two.

Love having telepathic bond, hell yeah Imogen

GET IT LIL MAN dayum WHO IS HERE MATT AAAAA THE WHISPERSSSSS

Braius apologizing to Fearne is hilarious to me Fearne is the last one to be picky about relationship stuff yet he kissed Imogen and it it's fine lol

TALIESIN IS SO INTO THIS I love Taliesin's reactions to everything omg

"shut up baby I know it" LIAM LEMUR O'BRIEN

I have so many mixed feelings about all of this wow okay

Thank you for stopping them Matt

My boys? WHO DID YOUR HALFLING EYES SEE ORYM?

Oh no oh um is that papa Wyvernwind?? It iiisssss oh shiiiiiiitttt

Hoo boy, those are big ass golems

WHO IS THE SILVER DRAGON MATTIE

Oooh man I love these absolute chucklefucks

The beacons are lit

Cerkonos!! Fuck yeah. Ashari!

Vex is like fuck the politics we have to *stop* this

Everytime they say Sunder King it sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can't remember it's driving me bonkers

That is one hell of a name Matt

Oh SHIT the dragon Zone of Truthed the whole damn place ooooff

Oh shit Braius of of everyone being able to lie? That totally won't bite is in the ass WILL IT SAMUEL?

VOX MACHINA ASSEMBLE BITCHES

OH SHIT the fucking bright queen vouching for the mighty nein shiiiitttt if she only knew

Taliesin: happy wiggles

Oh poor kiki dealing with all these assholes on top of everything else

Dorian thank you oh my god I was sitting here like Ash pls I love you but this one time keep your opinions to yourself you beautiful dumbass

Oh no

Okay maybe it's okay that Braius can lie ...maybe

Many months = two whole days

A GUY WHO MAKES Chairs crying

"what's the Platinum Dragon's mother's name?" Hoo that throwback

Oh boy Sam is making something Canon rn

Interesting okayokayokay

Oh Ashton oh no

Oh. Okay. No I'm vibing with this though.

Fearne flashing the room would be hilarious

"quick spin the bottle" XD

Oohhhh showing them is uh an interesting choice right now with the uh exhaustion that comes after

Fuck shit I missed a bit because technical issues hell

Oohhhhhh hh my sweet bard boy

Robbie is such a wonderful story teller ugh

Orym blue screening over Dorian and his horsedragon, love him

Chet is gonna wolf out ain't he.

Tiny sexy breath 🤣🤣🤣

Aaand there it is. Ope he's not actually changing okay okay

OH SHIT TITLES OH MY FUCK AKXBSUHVG

I totally got distracted and missed something said but it's fine I'll watch again Monday

Chet

Oh

What

Where's papa Wyvernwind

Yeeeeeee

I forgot his name is Bronte

Yeah no tracks okay fuck.

Break time! More rambling fuckery in the second half yall

Go use the bathroom and get drinks and snacks

[lokis-army-77]

PSA

Yall are fixing to have to find another character or Fandom to read fic about since yall insist on running off all these writers.

It costs you NOTHING to be NICE. But instead yall decided to be assholes for literally no reason to people you don't know bc what? You can? You don't like what they wrote? You don't like them for some reason? Well here's a CRAZY solution for you.... leave. Block them. It takes two fucking seconds to block some one but yet you go out of your way, to take more time out of your miserable, pathetic day to be rude to someone who is living their best life, providing content for a Fandom and character that they love. But now, because of your uncaring and immature actions, good people, good writers, and good friends are having their safe place ruined for them.

I hope you're happy with what you're doing. I hope you sleep well at night knowing you have BULLIED people, because they probably can't because you are unabashedly a fucking asshole.

And you guys know who you are. There's no pretending to yourself that you haven't made people's lives miserable. Go get some help, some therapy, bc only mentally ill people bully others for no reason other than they fact that they probably have something going on.

So I hope you get the help you so desperately need.

On that note. If you are a mutual and you are thinking of leaving, please contact me for my discord. I will happily give it to you so I can keep contact with such a great person.

And for those wondering, no I will not be leaving. I'm staying put and writing bc I'm trying to keep the spark, that is dying here, still alive.

I love you all💗

Have a great day.

Or the day you deserve.

[opossumloverr]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request the ROTTMNT boys be with a Luz Noceda reader

They can do magic and are such a dork that after they share a kiss they say something dumb afterwards

✪TURTLE BROS X LUZ NOCEDA READER ✪

Summary:

The turtle bros dating a reader with Luz Noceda's personality

Warning(s):

No warnings, this is gonna be really silly

A/N:

Guys I am so happy I JUST started posting not even 3 days ago and I'm already getting recognized, just remember that I can do other fandoms as well, not that I don't love ROTTMNT, BTW Luz Noceda is the main character of the cartoon called the owl house, just for the people who don��t know..(gender-neutral reader)

《RAPH》

He's amazed that you can do magic

Sometimes he sits down and ask you to do some tricks with your glyphs (assuming that you use glyphs)

Admiring both the tricks and you

Wants you to teach him

Fails miserably..

You giggled while watching Raph try to make a perfect circle "Raph *giggle* are you sure you don't want help?" He grunted,

"No No No No, I can do it!" He says as he snapped the pencil.

He finds your dorkish ways adorable

Every time you give him a kiss even if it's just on the cheek, you always have something silly to say

Like “I didn’t know you’re made out of sugar Raph!”

Most of the time he’s just fawning over you thinking

“How did i get such a good partner?” 

He’s also amazed on how good you got on using your glyphs, lets say you guys are fighting together, when he’s struggling to get the enemy down on the ground, you come out of no where slapping the enemy’s forehead with a plant glyph, trapping their face in vines making a perfect opportunity for Raph to power punch them to the ground.

You guys make a great team and a great couple  

《LEO》

Loves your dorky attitude

Now he has someone to be a dork with

You guys makes puns together

Yall even had a contest in who could make the funniest one (it was a tie)

You can do magic? TEACH HIM.

but just like raph, he fails miserably..

You enter Leo’s room but instead of your lovely boyfriend you see thousands of piles of unfinished or messed up glyphs, you jump at the sight, you make your way through the dozens pieces of paper, and then seeing Leo on the floor hunched over like a maniac, “C’mon.. c’mon.. C’MON!” He shouted,

“Uh Leo.. you okay..?” You muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder, He flinched at the feeling.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I’M TOTALLY FINE!”

You tell him that its okay and that he doesn't have to learn about glyphs, and that it took you weeks and months to perfect them

He huffs but says okay (You sometimes catch him trying to make another glyph)

On the other hand you guys love each other and get along very well

《DONNIE》

He's confused on your way of doing 'magic' but still likes watching you practice new glyphs 

(Still believes science is superior but for your sake he keeps those rouge thoughts inside his head)

Your personality makes him smile

He likes how persistent you are and that you never give up on your friends 

You remind him of Leo (Take that however you want yall)

You can visibly see the change when you guys started dating, he’s smiles more, and he’s a little bit more affectionate 

speaking about affection!

You are VERY affectionate, you hug and kiss him almost every day

But of course if he’s uncomfortable you’ll back off

During battles is where His science and your magic comes in handy 

Donnie pins the enemy down with his staff, “[Name]! now!” He yells, you jump up on the enemy.

“ Hope you like the taste of flowers!” You say as you smack two plant glyphs on both of the enemy’s cheek, watching as flowers and vines wrap their mouth and body, Donnie gives you a quick pat on the back,

“Nice”

《MIKEY》

He matches your energy so well

a match made in heaven for real

You can do magic? He’s sitting down with a bowl of popcorn in hand, show him some cool moves!

his favorite glyph is the light glyph

just imagine...

It’s a friday night, you went to the lair for a sleep over with your adorable boyfriend, you guys had a blast, video games, skateboarding, and eating pizza, but now, it was time to rest, as Mikey got comfortable in his hammock, he opens his eyes slightly and sees you doodling on the ground.

“Hm? Whatcha doing?” He asks

“This” you say softly, you slap the glyphs one by one, Mikey watching the light orbs floating up into the air until they hit the ceiling, his eyes widen.

“Oh mi gosh!” He exclaims sitting up, you walk over to him, placing your arm over his shoulder admiring the light show with him.

He definitely draws with you

you guys make little portraits of each other all the time and love seeing each others reaction to it

yall are the definition of couple goals

Thank you for requesting! sorry it took a while i kinda forgot, ANYWAYZZ guys i might forget to do requests so sorry if i forget to do your request for a week.. anyways enjoy! and remember that i love you guys! and drink some water cuz some of yall forget, i said forget a lot wow.

[atiyasnake]

Yall, I gotta ask, exactly just how normal is it for you for stories to be on your mind 24/7?

Like for me, it what I think about always. I'm thinking about this fic, that fic, and a possible new fic. I'm thinking about a prompt or rough outline I created a doc for almost 2 years ago or 2 weeks ago.

I'm thinking about what the next chapter is about or how I want the plot to progress. Or that one moment I've been gnawing on like a dog with a bone.

I drive to work and while making sure it's safe to switch lanes, I think about how X character will deal with the next situation I'll put them in.

In-between work phone calls and tasks, I'm itching to open my doc and write a few lines. Reread my outline, maybe rewrite a draft. Even though I only have access to them on my phone and I can't type on that, cause it honest to God has caused me pain in my hands and -like I said- I'm at work.

Even right now, I'm at work. It's an hour until we close and I'm the only one working the front desk hoping no one calls cause I've having a good time daydreaming about how I want one of my stories to go.

In my jumbled up mess inside my head, I'm twisting and turning around all the components of a story. What POV will it be, how the dialogue will go, and what is the next thing I need to write? I'm switching bullet points and little snippets of notes I've written on a sticky note or typed on my phone.

I'm trying to piece it all together into something I can and want to write. It's all I think about.

It's not just fanfiction either. I have my own original stuff. Stories I'd love to write, would love to read.

I think about rewriting short stories I've written in writing club in my notebook or typed up on my computer. I imagine scenarios to put characters I haven't even created in.

I don't know their names or the color of their eyes, but I know they'll fight with a smile and blood staining their teeth. I'll know that their friend will run their fingers through their hair. I'll know that they don't like it when people yell and are bad at cooking.

When I go to sleep, I would basically tell myself a story. It used to just be scenarios with some unknown character, but now it is filled with my brainstorming, wondering how things could go in my stories.

Especially my fics, since those are stories I know people actually read. It's crazy to think about.

There's a person, more than one, who read something I wrote. Who decided they liked it and would like to continue reading. It's absolutely mind boggling to even think of one, nevermind a dozen, a hundred, a thousand people have read something I wrote.

I think about them.

I wonder what they think of the words I strung together. What image comes into their head when they read them? I wonder what my words have made them feel.

I honestly can't describe just how much stories mean to me. I think about them all the time. From the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed.

They're all I ever think about.

I don't know how someone can talk to me about stories without feeling as if their chest was about to burst. As if they're scrambling to find the proper words and could only yell and shake their hands with how it makes them feel.

How can you not want to scream, laugh, and cry when you think about stories and all that they are, all that they could be?

How can I just go on about my day knowing I have access to thousands of stories, am sharing a few of my own, but also will never know thousands of other ones that have yet to be created?

I honestly think I live for stories. Whether it was to read them, write them, or just think about them. I think they might be one of the reasons I'm still alive today.

Which funnily enough, is a story of its own.

[thisdreamplace]

hi is anon who writes too much haha! Hru💗

I want to share some experiences I’ve been having and a question

just really letting go and being.

life is really Beautiful when you just be

one extreme subconscious belief i guess I had was “everytime when good things happen. Bad things always do” I used to really spiral over this. I was so afraid. But then I asked myself “ can I let go of this and know all is okay? that god is on my side, that everything will be ok”. I was crying one night fearing “what if everything is terrible and will never be ok “ I allowed it but the something just came into awareness “what if I can trust god. what if I can trust and let go” and I did, I still felt like a crying mess and so very saddened. but I had a sense of trust , my heart was filled with love.

(I’ll speak in 3rd person but ) anon also had a huge fear or want. to being mysterious like… not telling anyone how they felt lalala or even feeling embarrassed about telling how they felt about something like they where right or wrong or how they inferior if they where nice lala. When I realized that was also conditioned, not my burden to bear I cried in relief, knowing just this was never something I needed to let go off. I’m ok haha

I feel like also one thing is we conditioned our self to others behaviors and what we determine as us (the false self) like example I realized my specific negative thoughts where a pattern. I asked myself “ do I really think this way? or am I conditioned too?” “Is this really me?”, my fears and thoughts and wants and needs are all just what I’ve always thought I needed to have, haha living a life without any of those is sure scary but… not a bad! More like a new unknown understanding! Like knowing there’s no meaning behind it , like the thought itself being a conditioned thing, idk it feels just nice , I can leave it be , beacuse it doesn’t mean anything.

The key is no longer allowing it to have meaning for you. - thisdreamplace

now I live my days having fun :) or even just being or enjoying all knowing I’m not bound to anything. it’s nice even when the hard times happen , still need to work on that tho 🐭

my question is.

when circumstances or even a overwhelming situation , or even badly reacting to something and you regret it. How do you deal with it, I always surrender to god and know everything will be ok. But I’m wondering if you have advice haha, like what are some things you do to regulate and help in times like this. sometimes moving on (letting go ) of everything feels a bit terrifying , even how do you stop seeing things as a bad moment? sometimes the heart feels so full and the head feels so firey

hope to talk soon again I miss your posts dream 🌌thank you for everything once again

-anon who talks too much 🍩

hewwo <3 i hope youre doing well!! sorry its taken me some time to finally write back !!

i love all of this ! feeling everything out, while simultaneously allowing yourself to feel that possibilities can be different. i love reading messages from yall, because they always spark deeper understandings in myself as well. it's a really beautiful cycle between us

hmm i think to answer your question, i usually don't try to make something seem other than how i feel it is. instead i accept it all in that moment, or at least try to anyway. it's not always easy of course. but through acceptance you have a lot less resistance toward an issue, and like that it can easily be transformed. so its not always about making ourselves drop it, sure its nice if we can. but if not, its okay to be there in that moment too. allowing it to be what it is, and moving on when the emotions arent as heavy.

anyway <3 thanks so much for reaching out again !! :') and awwwe thank you. i havent had much inspo lately, life has been really busy but ofc, whenever inspiration strikes, you'll see another post by me !!

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

Hello, I'm the anon from this post - https://www.tumblr.com/aspecpplarebeautiful/740559491770286080/i-wonder-if-any-other-aspec-has-the-same-thoughts?source=share - and since then I have been thinking about my experiences and trying to better understand them.

So I have a new question lol - for my aspecs out there, do any of you feel attraction to masculine/masculinity and feminine/femininity? For me that attraction falls under aesthetic, romantic, and alterous. Because (which is why using bi or pan still feels clunky for me) my attraction towards the people I liked...I guess I don't like putting any label that has a specific definition that doesn't allow for nuance. So I guess fluid and or queer fits best - it allows nuance and I need that space because my experiences aside from asexual do not fit well into concrete definitions.

I'm rambling and bouncing off ideas with yall who are reading.

For my high school crush who was my non hetero awakening - I liked how cute she was, how her voice sounded, liked looking at her aesthetic wise as it pleased me how her face was organized lol. And this actually wasn't the first time I felt attraction to a person who IDs as a girl; I always forget because at the time I wasn't aware it was a crush, a celebrity crush but a crush nonetheless - I was 12 so very unaware of anything lgbtq. The actress was Phoebe Tonkin from H20 Just Add Water, a mermaid show, and Tonkin in 2007 - 2011 had me locked in. I watched YouTube slide shows of her model photoshoots - looking back it was a clear crush, anything with her in it I was watching. (I have also been a lifelong mermaid fan since age 3 so that also probably helped.) It was the same thing, she was INSANELY cute, perfect cheeks, perfect smile, gorgeous doe eyes, sweet lips etc. I should have mentioned her in my original anon but I must have suppressed those feelings because I truly do forget about them. Oh and as I am writing, I just remembered loving to look at the Olivia Hussey in her version Romeo and Juliet too...and currently a few girls in my life I'm around that I've noticed. I must still be subconsciously suppressing these feelings.... But all of that is also how I felt about the boys I liked, past and present. Basically the soft look the cute boys - pretty, scraggly, alt, dorky boy - also had me sprung. In the past, Dylan O Brian, boy crushes from school...currently right now my newest celeb crush is a voice actor named Kaiji Tang and his voice is my kryptonite and he aint bad to look at either. But again, soft face, sweet smile etc. So yes I definitely have a favorite look and, yes, giggly daydreams about them have/has happened too. Thinking about it more, all those attributes fall under femininity/feminine - so now I'm thinking am I just attracted to feminine traits specifically cute - ya know? But then I do love me a beard, not just a mustache, (Tang has one) which I do see as a masculine thing so I also like masculine/masculinity but it seems like I lean more toward feminine. That route can be found in men and women.

Again, I hope I made some form of sense.

Yeah, it's definitely possible for attraction to be based more on feminity/masculinity than the actual gender of the person. There are some microlabels around that if you're interested in that (finic for example means someone who is on the multisexual spectrum but has a preference for people who are more feminine in nature).

But yeah, I'll throw this out to followers, can anyone relate or have their own thoughts or experiences they want to share?