#awesome! great! this is exactly what I need!

[moody-alcoholic]

Inspired by: Service Dog Johnny by the amazing void-my-warranty. I had the idea of; what if the roles were slightly different. What if Johnny invited Simon to come and fuck his girl to get over his fears.

Anyway. I'm super nervous about this because I really don't think I can do SDJ justice but enjoy none the less. Also void if you're seeing this you're awesome thank you for gifting the world SDJ.❤️

Part 1

Summary: John MacTavish x reader x Simon Riley (kinda), WC: 3.2k

CW: +18 content MDNI, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, angst, implied past abuse.

Enjoy <3

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It’s Friday when Johnny springs the news his friend is coming round that evening. He didn’t give you much time to prepare, or get the house clean but you do the best you can. Johnny does go to the store for you and picks up some beer for them both. 

“You don’t need to do anything special.” Johnny says opening a beer. 

“I don’t mind, it's not that big of a deal, I like cooking.” You say, he comes over and wraps his arm round your waist kissing your neck.

“What exactly does he need help with?” You asks stirring the food. 

“Well, it’s.” He sighs, taking another sip of the beer. You turn to look at him, he seems nervous. 

“Would you ever be up for a threesome?” He asks suddenly. The question shocks you a little, you reach over and pick up your glass of wine. You weren’t expecting that, not the most unusual thing Johnny has asked you about when it comes to sex though.

“I mean, would you?” You ask taking a sip to quell the nerves. 

“Depends on who the other person is.” He says, running his hand through his hair. You take another sip and put the glass down. 

“What has this got to do with Simon? Is he the person you would want to have a threesome with?” You ask frowning. He takes another swing of his beer. 

“It’s not that simple.” Johnny says, you shake your head, now you’re even more confused. 

“I want to help him have sex.” Johnny says, holding his hands out. 

“Help him have sex by having a threesome?” You ask. 

“There’s more to it than that. It’s not just a threesome.” Johnny says. “He’s, he’s been through alot. Being intimate, it’s something he’s not very used to.” 

“Okay. Is he shy?” You’re not sure what to say, you've never even met him. 

“Shy? No, not Simon, well-” Johnny’s sentence gets cut off by the ringing of the door. 

“Just trust me, okay?” He says coming over to you and resting his free hand on your shoulder. You nod, you trust him. Now all of a sudden you feel nervous, you weren’t nervous before now, Johnny leaves the room to answer the door. So he’s invited Simon round for sex? Did Simon ask for this or is this one of Johnny’s master plans?

Or well, maybe he’s not here for sex because Simon has intimacy issues apparently. He should be talking to a therapist, what does Johnny expect to do? You have to keep a straight face though, you don’t want to make him more uncomfortable then he probably already is.

You turn off the stove hearing Johnny laugh as he comes in with Simon. You turn and smile at him, you put your hand out to shake it as Johnny introduces you. He’s not what you expect and he doesn’t seem shy. 

He’s massive, bigger and taller than Johnny, he’s definitely good looking, fit, brown eyes and blonde hair. With the way he holds himself you can tell he’s a soldier, Johnny does the same when he’s nervous, he probably doesn’t even realise it. 

“Thank you for cooking, you didn’t have to.” Simon says as you all walk over to the dining table. 

“I told her the same,” Johnny says, nudging him.  

“I don’t mind, besides when was the last time you had a home cooked meal?” You say going back into the kitchen while Johnny and Simon sit down. You finish your glass of wine swallowing the nerves, it’s going to be fine. What's the worst that could happen, you all have sex? 

That wouldn’t be the worst thing. 

…

Johnny and Simon seem to get on great, after a beer they both relax. You just enjoy listening to them talk about their last deployment. You don’t mind letting your second glass of wine mull you out. After everyone is finished and your stomach’s have settled Johnny insists on moving to the living room.

You all end up on the sofa, you find yourself relaxing against Johnny as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe Johnny won’t bring it up or maybe he’s waiting for Simon to bring it up. It’s not your job surly, you look up at Johnny, blinking at him, maybe he’ll get the idea. 

He smiles and kisses your forehead. Maybe not. You sigh looking back over at the bottle of wine and unopened beer cans on the table. 

“When was the last time you got laid LT?” Johnny asks suddenly. You snap your head back up to look at him. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face looking over at Simon. You hear him clear his throat, now you feel bad. Fucking epitome of subtle as always Johnny.

“Why do you want to know?” Simon replies, you look over at him. He’s resting the beer on his knee, he doesn’t seem nervous. More irritated that Johnny asked him. 

“Just looking out for you Si. Need you to blow off some steam before we’re back to work and you’re busting my balls again.” Johnny chuckles, at least that makes Simon smile. 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask him trying to steer the conversion away from the awkwardness hanging in the air. 

“No.” You swallow the lump forming in your throat. You let out a breath sitting up. Johnny frowns at you. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You say, Johnny smiles his hand resting on your hip for as long as can. 

When you make your way back down you hear Johnny talking. You hang back for a second and eavesdrop. 

“I wanna help you Simon.” Johnny says.

“You don’t have to.” Simon replies.

“Well of course I don’t have to. I want to.” Johnny replies, Simon sighs and you hear a can open. “I think it would be good for you, if you want. We’ll take it slow, promise.” 

You feel a lump rise in your throat at Johnny’s words, you always knew he was close with his unit but you didn’t know he was this close. You let out a breath and slowly walk back into the room. You see Johnny move his hand off Simon’s thigh and you go over to pick the empty cans off the table. 

“Need anything?” You ask, trying to keep your voice level. Johnny and Simon both shake their heads. You go into the kitchen anyway to throw out the cans. You hear Johnny coming in, his hands slip round your waist. You smile at his touch and turn to face him. 

“Do you mind doing this?” Johnny asks, his thumb comes up to brush your cheek. 

“Do you?” You ask. He smiles, nodding his head. You smile back, reaching up and kissing him. 

“We’ll take it slow. You want to stop at any time we will.” Johnny says his hand rubbing your arm. 

“I don’t think it’s me you need to be worrying about.” You say. 

“Sorry I sort of sprung this on you, I didn’t know if he would agree.” He says, you frown. 

“Did you speak to him about this before tonight?” 

“I hinted at the idea.” 

“Hinted?” You scoff. “John MacTavish, you're the least subtle person I have ever met.” You wrap your arm around his waist pulling him against you. He hums with that cheeky grin on his face. 

“What happened to the bra?” He asks. You smile. 

“One less obstacle.” He kisses your forehead. You follow him back into the living room, Simon has moved onto the recliner. This time when you sit back on the sofa you don’t lean against Johnny. 

Simon seems to be suddenly extremely interested in what’s going on on the news. Johnny’s hand lands on your thigh and rubs it. He turns and leans in to kiss you, he takes his time mapping your mouth out, you relax into the kiss forgetting Simon’s there for a second.

Johnny’s hand slips up your shirt groping your breast. You hum in his mouth and he pulls away from the kiss. He removes it, gripping the hem of your shirt. You raise an eyebrow at him, what you’re just going to fuck while he watches or maybe joins in.

Johnny tips his head to the side smiling. You swallow the nerves and hold your hands up so he can slip your top off. A satisfied noise leaves Johnny and before you can start to feel really embarrassed about anything he’s already locked his mouth round one of your nipples.

You can’t help moaning and running your hand through his hair. He had it cut while he was away, you want him to grow it out again so you have something to grip onto. Johnny’s tongue flicks your nipple and he gently nibbles it before he pulls his mouth off with an audible pop. 

“What do you think, Si?” Johnny asks, looking over at him. You look over to see Simon press his lips together. “Pretty ain’t she?”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as he nods, it doesn’t last long though. Johnny pulls you closer to him, planting his lips on yours and pressing his tongue in your mouth while his thumb rubs circles on your nipple still wet from his mouth.

He breaks from the kiss pressing his forehead on yours. “How ‘bout you go show Simon how good you are?” He says, it’s almost a whisper. You nod and he gives you one last quick kiss before you stand up. 

Johnny's hand lingers on the small of your back for as long as he can as you step over to stand in front of Simon. He doesn’t look that nervous, you know he is though, the way his lips are pressed together avoiding your eye line. His hands gripping the chair arms. You’re not sure what to do, make sure you don’t freak him out is probably a good start. 

“I’m not a virgin.” He says, you clench your jaw feeling awkward. “It’s just been a while, I'm out of practice.” 

“How long?” You ask.

You bring his hand up and place it on your breast. “I like having my nipples played with.” You say letting go of his hand, encouraging him to squeeze. You smile at him, you need to keep yourself open and calm. 

“Couple of years,” he says, like it's the most embarrassing fact in the world. Now you just feel bad for him, again. You reach down for the hand resting on the chair arm and pick it up. You can see the bulge in his pants, that's good, one less obstacle you need to worry about. 

His hands are rougher than Johnny’s, his grip is tighter, you’re not sure if it’s out of nerves or not. If he relaxes it will be easier, you don’t think that's going to be happening any time soon. His thumb brushes over your nipple and you reward it with a hum, trying to make your body relax even more. 

His other hand comes up to your other beast and before you know it he has both his thumbs running over your nipples. It feels good, if this were any other situation-or Johnny you might be able to cum just like this. 

You feel Johnny step up behind you, his hands land on your waist as he pulls you back against him. 

“Wanna see what else she likes?” He asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. Simon looks up at him and nods. Johnny leaves you and Simon drops his hand as you both watch Johnny move the coffee table out the way. When he’s done he goes over to the sofa and pulls the throw down on the floor, sitting down with his back against the sofa. 

“Come.” He says gesturing at you, you raise an eyebrow and walk over anyway, he spreads his legs and pats on the floor between them.

“Pants off, back on my chest.” He says, you nod pulling them off. This time you don’t get embarrassed thinking about Simon seeing you. You sit down between his legs and rest up against his back. You look over at Simon who’s face has turned a light red. Maybe this is too much, too fast. 

He hasn’t said stop though. Johnny reaches over and pulls your knees up so Simon has a perfect view of you spread out against him. You can feel his own cock pressing against your lower back, his hands run down your thighs eventually pressing on your clit. 

You try not to squirm, keeping yourself still. You let out a breath as Johnny moves his fingers round soaking them in your juices before pressing them back on your clit. You moan this time at the new sensation, his fingers pressing little circles with ease. 

That’s good though right? You should be looking like you’re enjoying yourself. This is a fun activity not something to be afraid off. 

“She likes this too, Si. Wanna feel?” Johnny says then presses a kiss into your neck. You watch as he shifts in the chair, for a second he looks like he doesn’t know what to say. He lets out a sigh and stands up out of the chair, he steps over then kneels down in front of you. He watches for a second as Johnny changes his strokes. 

You see Simon swallow before he reaches out. Johnny’s fingers are replaced with his. It’s a whole different sensation. His movements are slower, more unsure but the pressure is there and from having them both play with your nipples your body is slowly building up to that sweet release. 

“Put your fingers in her.” Johnny says after a few seconds. Simon looks up at him then quickly to you, you smile and nod at him. He shuffles on his knees again taking his fingers off your clit almost like he’s unsure. 

You watch his adam's apple bob then he presses a finger into you. You can’t help moaning, his finger stops, you smile at him and he continues to press it in until he can’t anymore. You feel Johnny’s cock twitch behind you. He’s enjoying this, he moves his fingers back to your clit. 

“Feel good love?” Johnny asks in your ear, you nod. “Use your words darlin’ tell him how good you feel.” 

“Your finger feels good Simon, you can use more if you want.” You say looking up at him. You think you see the faintest smile creep onto his lips. The next time he pulls his finger out he adds another. The new stretch makes you part your legs further, scooting your position slightly so his fingers rub against your g-spot with each thrust. You moan again, this time tipping your head slightly. You want to come but not until Simon’s ready, you don’t want to scare him. 

“See not so scary after all.” Johnny says, you can hear the smile in his voice. You look up at Simon who seems like he’s in a world of his own, maybe that's where he needs to be to get through this. You wonder what happened to him, you didn’t bother asking Johnny. It must have been something horrible. 

You let out a moan trying not to clench down on Simon’s fingers, you don’t want to spook him. Johnny hums in your neck, you know he’ll know you’re close, sometimes it feels like he can read your body better than you. 

“What to make her cum?” Johnny asks, you almost want to nod and scream yes. Simon looks up again, he hesitates for a second, his fingers stopping in you. He nods and you smile at him. 

“Just don’t take your fingers out okay?” Johnny asks, you swallow, you don’t want either of them to take their fingers off you. Simon nods again, his fingers start moving again, he makes sure to press in all the way. He speeds up too, you’re not in control anymore, maybe it’s for the best. 

Johnny’s fingers on your clit are relentless, you’re focusing on not spooking Simon or clenching around his fingers until you cum. Johnny hums in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine. He can tell your close cock twitches behind you. You’re not sure if you need to give an audible warning to Simon though. 

Your breathing increases as does your moaning, you’re close and you need to make your mind up. 

“Johnny.” You call his name, it’s almost like you need to wait for his permission, you’re not sure what to do.

“Yeah baby, come for us.” His voice low in your ear. Christ, that's all the permission you need, you tip your head back and close your eyes moaning as you clench down on Simon’s fingers. He stops moving but you don’t care. Johnny rides you through the orgasm as Simon’s fingers leave you. 

“See, not so bad.” You hear Johnny say. You open your eyes as you feel Simon get up to his feet. 

“Si?” Johnny asks as he moves to leave the room. You sit up.

“Bathroom.” Is all he says as he leaves the living room.

“Is he okay?” You ask leaning forward between Johnny’s legs. You turn to look at him watching out the door. You both hear the downstairs toilet door close. Johnny looks back over at you and smiles, you can see the concern in his eyes though, he’s not as slick as he thinks he is. 

“You did great.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you. You can’t help feeling like you’ve done something wrong though. Maybe it was all too much for him. 

“I’ll go check on him.” Johnny says helping you to your feet. You smile at him and nod. Maybe he just needs a second. You feel bad all of a sudden. Johnny leaves and you shiver, the room suddenly feels cold. You’re just standing there naked, you’re not sure if things are going to continue. 

You reach over pulling the other throw off the couch and wrap yourself up. At least this way if he wants to keep going you don’t have to go through the hassle of taking all your clothes off. You want to sit down but your curiosity gets the better of you and you head over to the living room door. 

You hear the toilet door open. No one says anything, you make sure to keep out of sight of the hall, trying to focus on listening. 

You hear Johnny sigh. “You did so well mate.” There’s a sniffle in response, is he crying? Now you really feel bad for eavesdropping. 

“Wanna stay the night?” Johnny asks, there’s no response.

“Want a mask?” He asks, you frown, a mask? “Guest room, in the chest of drawers.” You hear movement and step back over to sit on the sofa. You’re still getting comfy as Johnny walks in. He smiles at you and comes over to sit next to you. His arm comes round your shoulders and he pulls you up against him. 

“Simon’s going to stay the night.” He says kissing the top of your head. You nod trying to swallow the guilt of eavesdropping on their conversation. Johnny reaches over to pick up the remote and unmute the TV. 

“Is he okay?” You ask. 

“He’s fine. He just needs a minute.” Johnny says. You nod 

“Thank you.” He says. “Really I mean it. You didn’t have to do this.” You look up at him and smile, it makes you feel all warm inside.

“I love you johnny.” You say. 

“I love you too.”

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[hewhobreathesfire]

deeply craving a fucking cigarette

[chiakery]

It's Catching Up With All Daggerheart Content Day for me and just watching these videos makes me so giddy??? I can't wait to try out the system but also I don't remember when was the last time I was so excited about CR content (Familiar Problem maybe?)

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 8, day 6

MUAHAHAHA, I figured out how to get my GPUs to work with Blender! Just had to turn off a few incompatible settings and then wait patiently for it to figure itself out lol My stuff renders so fast now, y'all!

Anyway, today I remade the blue marble material that I had before The Great Kablooie, and then just to "stress test" the graphics cards I re-rendered the glass I made yesterday using the Cycles render engine at 500 samples, as opposed to the 50 that I've been doing with all my previous renders

Yesterday rendering that exact same glass material in Cycles at 50 samples would have taken 37 minutes and change. Today with the GPUs in Cycles at 500 samples it took 12 minutes.

So yeah! I'm so happy rn :D Tbh the only reason I did any digging to find out what I need to do to use my GPUs was because my roommate let me know that the local community college is gonna be putting up some 2017 5K iMacs used by their graphic design department up for auction, and I was looking to see if the graphics cards in that model are compatible with Metal (I don't really understand what that is so I can't explain it, sorry), which they are! But in so digging I finally figured out how to read the website I was using to see the capabilities of the various graphics cards, and lo! My GPUs are also Metal compatible. So I did some digging and fiddling and experimenting and found out there's render settings that won't work with the Metal framework (smarter computer people than me know what that is, I promise), so I turned those off, switched to the GPUs and Metal, and...

Waited. Because apparently something had to be recalculated to work with the GPUs rather than the CPU. Waited so long I knew if I tried to do literally anything Blender would crash, and while I was looking to see what I had missed (nothing), it finished doing its thing and JESUS FUCK IT GOES SO FAST NOW. SO FAST. GPU RENDERING GO BRRRRR :D

So yeah, my computer is beefier than I realized, I am now somewhat less of an idiot, and also I might get a newer, more powerful machine if I can get lucky with the auction :D Part of me feels bad about wanting to replace Hera so soon, but upgrading her would be more expensive than the auctioned iMac and I need a machine with more oomph than she can provide anyway. I love her, she's perfect for everyday work. Just... not for 3D modeling and animation lol

To be fair the iMac also wouldn't be perfect, but it would be a lot closer. One day I will be able to afford the perfect machine, though. One day. Or so I keep telling myself XD

[adore-gregor]

My rants

[muffinlance]

AO3Downloader my beloved is now working perfectly on Linux after literally a minute of following the Mac directions (wow that's a nice trick to know), so now I'm back to the system of:

Downloading all my bookmarks/marked for laters with AO3Downloader (which requires FAR less babysitting than FanFicFare, you just set it lose and forget it)

Dropping them into Calibre for actual reading/sorting

Profit (have all your favs and to-reads on hand when AO3 goes down or an author deletes something)

Calibre also lets you run a content server out of it, so you can browse all your fics from any other device. Which is REAL NICE.

would you mind talking about how you (currently) back up fanfics to read when AO3 is down? I've been thinking about trying it myself (now that I have a hard disk with enough space) but I have no idea how.

Le current system (all programs are free):

Get yourself Calibre (available for every OS)

Install the FanFicFare plugin, which allows you to go to any page on AO3 (and dozens of other sites) and download every fic there in the background while you do other things with your life

Profit. AKA: Archive every fic you even vaguely like because fics are text-based and take up barely any space, and calibre allows searching by tags similarly to AO3. I personally just bookmark everything I read and liked, and then periodically run FanFicFare on my newest bookmark pages. There is really no need to be discriminating here; I have never regretted having Moar Fics, and calibre makes things exceptionally searchable (and you can customize the tags once you've downloaded, for further fic findability)

When I was on Windows I preferred AO3downloader, which runs on Python and can go through all your bookmarks without input from you (FanFicFare needs to be told what the next page is; AO3 Downloader just starts at page 1 and goes until the page you tell it to stop on); AO3 Downloader also uses AO3's original download format (it literally just automates hitting the site's download button), whereas FanFicFare does a custom output (which you can tweak if desired, but it will never be exactly the same. Note that it works totally fine out of the box I'm just grumpy it's not Exactly The Same.) I couldn't get AO3 Downloader working on Linux, alas.

(If anyone knows how to get AO3 Downloader working on Linux Mint, or knows a calibre plugin that just automates clicking the AO3 download button, do please let me know.)

[angelltheninth]

Love your LADS writings! Could we maybe get them reacting to their girlfriend wearing their shirt?

I love writing for LADS, now that Caleb is here there's even more hot men to fawn over.

Pining: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, sharing clothes, domestic fluff, clothes shopping, possessiveness, being playful, flirting

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Wrote this a bit fast because my new PC came in today so I need to set it up. It's gonna be awesome.

Zayne pretends not to notice that it's his shirt you're always wearing in the mornings when you stay over at his place. It's only a shirt, he's got many more just like it. So why is it getting to him when you wear it? Simple, it looks cuter on you, and he tries not to get worked up about it, that would go against his stoic, professional self. However when he sees you waring his clothes he always tells you that it looks good on you. A sort of subltle encouragement that you should do it more often, and also spend more time at his place because he tries not to leave his clothes at your place.

Rafayel wants to buy some matching clothes when he saw that you wear his on ocassion. He's always had a good sense of style and is very happy that you do to, furthermore that you like it so much that you want to wear what he waers. When he sees you wearing his clothes he makes sure to memorize what it looked like on you so he can sketch it later. Before he knows it there are a dozen sketches of you in his clothes. Not that it's a bad thing by any means and he thinks you're catching on to him buying matching clothes because every time you're on a date you're pointing out cute outfits that you say would look great on him.

Xavier doesn't think much of it when he leaves some of his stuff at your place when he comes and goes. What he does think about is how his pants looked on you, too long, cozy, some a bit tight on you, others hanging off your hips, all depending on what you get your hands on at the time. The scene is almost domestic, seeing you not even think about putting on something of his, you don't even say why you do it and he's fascinated by that. Playfuly he tugs on the waistband of the pants and tells you he wants them back, only for you to turn the tables and tell him to take them off you if he wants them so bad.

Sylus is very perceptive of what you do when you're around him so there's no way he wouldn't notice you wearing his fancy shirts around the apartment. Those aren't exactly outfits for casual wear so there was no way you could have mistaken them for one of your own, which means you took them on purpouse. A man like him doesn't do well when other people touch what belongs to him without his permission. It's bad bussiness practice, and dangerous when you're in deep with criminals like he is. But he could be persuaded to let you get away with it, only because you're his girl and his girl can do whatever she wants with and to him.

Caleb leaves his hoodie at your place on purpouse. He did it because he wanted to use it as an excuse to visit again early, he didn't expect that you'd be wearing it when you opened the door for him. All the blood rushed to his brain and caused him to stop all train of thought for a few moments before he smirked and leaned in to whisper how cute you look, his breath hot against your lips before he claimed them in a seering kiss. From that day on he never mentioned anything about you giving him his clothes back. Why would he want it back when it looks so much better on you, sometimes it's all you wear around him.

[haikyu-mp4]

Everything will be fine – Akaashi x reader wc 629 – f!reader, brother!Bokuto

Your older brother Bokuto was not disappointed – nor particularly surprised – when you and Akaashi ended up dating in your last year at high school. He was away for university by then and missed the two of you terribly, but at least your togetherness meant he could meet you both at the same time whenever he visited home! That’s double the time spent with both of you!

And when you and Akaashi graduated, you both got into universities in Tokyo, meaning Bokuto’s happiness only increased. Nothing could ever separate you now-

“Me and Keiji both got job offers here in Tokyo!”

For a second, he grinned widely at the great news, his hair pointed sharply to the sky. Then, slowly, he realised he had just accepted an invitation to play for the Black Jackals, who were stationed in Osaka. His hair melted into sadness, along with his whole demeanour.

You felt Akaashi tense beside you, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter while you pursed your lips, having handled this for much longer than your boyfriend.

“But I’ll be working in Osaka,” Bokuto reminded you, his sadness dripping from every syllable.

“It’s not even three hours with the Shinkansen, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi informed him. Naturally, he had made some calculations before giving this news.

Bokuto nodded and gave you a sorrowful smile. The rest of his expression was hardly working with him to convince you that he was okay, but he tried his best. “I just thought you two would both be freelancers and go wherever I go.”

You couldn’t help the small snort of laughter that slipped past your nose, making you lift a hand to try and conceal it. Akaashi smiled and stepped forward when he saw that Bokuto was about to tell you off. “Bokuto-san. I promise to take care of your sister.”

“I know that, Akaashi. But who’s going to take care of me? Who’s going to hold up the posters with my name at every game?”

Akaashi hesitated, looking a bit like a question mark when he answered. “Your other fans?”

Bokuto huffed and pouted. “They don’t count.”

“If I filmed that and posted it, you’d get cancelled so fast,” you mumbled from the side, already fed up with your brother’s nonsense (affectionately).

“You’re not taking my emotions seriously!” Bokuto accused you, which sounded exactly like it did when you were kids.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Because everything will be fine!”

“It will?” Bokuto’s movements stuttered as he blinked at you owlishly, a nostalgic sense of positivity washing over him.

“Of course it will!” you repeated, voice a little lighter. A little more relaxed, like the words were filling the air and hugging all three of you. “We always work things out.”

Akaashi felt his shoulders lower as he admired you. You were everything he needed to fight his anxiety, and you proved time and time again that you were it for him.

It also seemed to have the same effect on Bokuto, who knew from all the years of sitting on the back of your bike while you gave your all trying to get him home after he scraped his knee, that you would do everything in your power to ensure it would, in fact, be okay.

“I already got us all rail passes for the whole year,” you said happily, shrugging. “Can you start being happy about our awesome jobs now?”

Bokuto used his strong arms to pull you and your boyfriend into a crushing hug, making you both groan despite the warmth in your hearts. “Oh my gosh, congratulations! What are your jobs?”

You nodded your head to gesture for Akaashi to start. “I’ll be an editor for Tenma Udai...”

“The mangaka?! Why didn’t you say that?!”

“…My bad, Bokuto-san.”

masterlist

requested by @nifflermini for my event, anything for you <3

[revelboo]

Do you plan to write anything about B-127 again? I would like to see something more about that little talker written by you, because I love the way you write, it leaves me wanting to see more.

(sorry if there is something misspelled, English is not my native language)

I do plan on continuing his- he’s extra and unwittingly a terror

The Coma Kid Pt 2

TFO B-127 x Reader

• “Please stop that. Or, you know what? It’s fine,” he says as you kick against the driver’s side window as he speeds through the desert. Sooner or later, you have to wear yourself out. Right? You’d gotten tired of screaming after he’d transformed around you. “I’m B-127, by the way. You can call me Bee. Or B-127. Or Badassatron. You know, whichever. You have really strong legs.”

• Slumping across the center console, a foot against the window that isn’t breaking no matter how many times you mule kick it as hard as you can. All you’ve managed to do is exhaust yourself and make your ankles and calves hurt. And he’s not shut up. The entire time. You’re not sure which is worse, the rambling or the kidnapped by a giant alien that can become a car. Starting upside down out the other window as sky and telephone poles zip by, you try to figure out what exactly you’d done to deserve this? Maybe you should have donated more to charities. Been a tiny bit religious, because some higher power decided you’d earned alien Chatty Cathy.

• “You can feel that, too?” He asks when you finally give up kicking him. “That warm, happy feeling? Isn’t it awesome? Like we’re meant to find each other? Best friends and maybe lovers?” Hears you groan and throw an arm across your eyes as he returns to the Ark with you. Transforming and immediately having to catch you as you make another frantic escape attempt. When he looks up, Elita-1 is there staring at him, mouth open. “Look what I found!” Her optics narrow.

• Upside down, you watch the pink alien close their mouth and throw up a hand in the universal language of someone who really doesn’t get paid enough to deal with whatever this is. Pinky is absolutely booking it, pausing long enough to poke her head in a doorway and yell. “Optimus, deal with that,” she says, pointing at you and the yellow terror before stomping off. And then a much bigger robot is looking out, spotting you in Bee’s hands and his shoulders slump. Wait. Is that giant, robot daddy? Was Pinky mom? Big guy definitely gives exhausted dad vibes as he walks over.

• “I found a human,” B-127 says, holding you up triumphantly. “We’re best friends,” he adds as you scream ‘no, we’re not!’ “Aren’t they great? We’re going to have a ton of sparklings together. You know, I’m going to need a bigger habsuite, and-” Denta snapping together nearly biting his glossa when you kick him in the jaw.

• Yeah, big guy must be dad. He’s almost panicky as he looks around for help dealing with the hyper menace. “Um, Elita?” He calls as you try to kick Bee again and he just catches you by the ankles in his free hand. “You can’t just- I don’t think humans work that way?” You’ve seen adults with that same desperate horror before when cornered by timeshare salesmen or folks with religious pamphlets. “Elita! Get back here and help me!

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Daisuke smut where ur both bestfriends and u sneak into his room at night to play on his game boy and one thing leads to another n they end up getting on his bed and ‘wrestling’ 👅👅 fem reader pls 🙏🏻

I GOT YOU.

You tossed and turned in your assigned bunk, it wasn’t that it was necessarily uncomfortable, it just wasn’t doing anything to soothe you to sleep. Working on Tulpar was great and all, good pay and benefits, but being out God knows where in a hunk of metal with an assigned crew for months on end wasn’t exactly easy.

With a groan of irritation and defeat, your feet found their place on the floor. Slipping on a jacket and slides, you quietly made your way to the shared common room. The night time screen displayed on the monitor came into view, as well as one of your fellow crew members. Daisuke.

You were both not far off in age and he carried a friendly attitude that, in your opinion, was well needed. With everyone else, your relationships were strictly business. There wasn’t much lightheartedness, except the few times you would all come together for a celebration. Daisuke however, seemed to always be grinning about something. It was nice. Refreshing.

The young man was sprawled out on the couch, engaged with the game console in his hands. His eyes flash upwards, seeing you he pauses his game and sits up rather excitedly. “Y/N! What are you doing up? You okay?” You take a seat next to him and run your fingers through your hair with a sigh. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just haven’t been able to sleep.” He nods and gestures to his console, “Yeah… I get that.” The silence was awkward for a moment before he spoke again, “You wanna go to my bunk? It’s quiet in there and we can play a game or somethin’! Or just.. sit there too.” He trails off with an awkward laugh. It’s easy to see the red flushing his cheeks, even with the poor lighting. You smile at him and nod, “That sounds great.”

~~~~

Daisuke’s bunk is…well loved. The company permits us to bring a few personal items on board to keep us sane, but if you hadn’t known better you’d think it was his dorm room. A poster of a movie you’ve never seen is taped up on his wall, a litter of game and movie cases on the floor, and even a figure of some cartoon girl on his table. It made you smile.

You and Daisuke spend the time laying in his bed together talking, laughing, and playing on his game. He even takes the time to excitedly show you the gist of the controls before shoving the game to you to watch you play.

In the comfort of the moment, Daisuke squeezes your thigh while excitedly telling you how “awesome” you were doing. You both look at each other and smile, a real smile. One that you both hadn’t realized you needed.

Before you knew it, Daisuke and you were locked at the lips. The force of Daisuke’s lips on yours is telling that he doesn’t have that much experience in this kind of thing. It was sweet.

In a fury the two of you had stripped each other bare. Daisuke’s hands were everywhere, firm grasps at your breasts and thighs. It was as if he didn’t have you in his hands you would disappear. Lifting your arms, you snaked your fingers through his hair making him moan and clutch you even tighter. He breaks away from the kiss hesitantly and locks his eyes with yours, his face is flushed hot and his lips wet and swollen from the passionate connection. Smiling at him softly, you run your hand down his chest, stomach, until you wrap your fingers around his excited cock. He moans, when you start softly pumping him you can feel him tense before relaxing. This time you lean forward and initiate the kiss, even with your lips pressed to each other his moans were clear. As you pump and twist your hand around his cock, he shakily releases the grip he has on your hips and starts rubbing two of his fingers on your pussy. You moan into his lips as your grip on his cock tightens reflexively from the attention. He breaks away from the kiss but just barely, as he talks his lips brush yours. “A-Ahh... y/n.. I-I.” Stuttering over his words while his body tenses, you pump his cock even harder. His moans were loud and uncontrollable, even with his head buzzing he continued rubbing your pussy even quicker as he feels your body tightening up too. Your warm thighs clamped down onto his hand.

Both of you locked in a kiss once more, Daisuke slips his tongue into your mouth the two of you moaning and kissing heavily. In what felt like an instant, the two of you cum.

Laying together while shaking lightly and panting as the two of you recover from the intensity, you both locked eyes. Daisuke even with his face flushed and sweat on his forehead flashes you his cheeky little grin, “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Part 2

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finding out about the seven years Lila and Five spent together, reader walks in to a diner in between all time and space and finds exactly what she didn’t know she was looking for

A/N: This part is really short but I’m now planning on making it 3 parts ❤️ but you guys have been so patient and awesome

Part 1 PART 2 Part 3

Booth Five blinked her home. She let go of his hand, staring at the front door of her apartment in dread.

It seemed silly to care this much about something so trivial when the fate of the world was literally hanging in the balance.

“He lives here too?” He asked, stepping up so that they were side by side.

“Yes.”

“He’s not home or else I’d be feeling the side effects of paradox psychosis,” Booth Five explained, “You’re safe to go in if you’re worried about seeing him.”

She wondered if he was still in the subway, looking for her.

When she didn’t answer, he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, turning her gently to face him, “Hey, I can stay if you need me to. I’ll risk it.”

She gave him a small, tired smile just as her phone began to chime over and over, texts messages catching up now that she was back in the correct timeline.

Pulling it from her coat pocket, she watched as a couple dozen messages from Diego, Luther, Klaus and Allison popped up.

“I actually need to go,” she said, reading all of the urgent, worried texts on her screen, “It looks like things are coming to a head around here.”

“As they usually do,” Booth Five sighed, “I hate leaving you like this. I want to fix it.”

“Five, this timeline is not your responsibility,” she reminded him, “I know you want to help me, but I think having two Five’s in one timeline is asking for trouble that we can’t really afford right now.”

“I know.”

He looked at her so tenderly, so heartbrokenly, that she could not stop herself from throwing her arms around him. It caught him by surprise because he stumbled back a bit before steadying himself again and wrapping his arms around her in return.

“I wish I could keep you,” he whispered in to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, sending a shudder down her spine.

She sunk in to him, willing herself not to cry again. She was so tired of crying.

“If I survive all of this, come back and find me,” she told him, “you know where I live.”

He was feeling bold now, her close proximity pushing him to do something he had been dying to do from the moment she stepped in to the deli.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, “Please?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “Yes, please do.”

There was no time to contemplate the absolute fuckery that was kissing the timeline counterpart of the man who broke her heart. She didn’t care what the repercussions would be, she just wanted to feel him.

He did not immediately go in for her lips the way she thought he would. He took his time, his lips brushing first across her temple, then down the planes of her cheekbones, to the tip of her nose and back up to her forehead. Wherever she granted access, he took, savoring the feel of her.

When she finally could take no more, impatience winning over, she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and brought his lips to hers. He returned the kiss with fervor, his hands cupping either side of her face, bringing her flush against his chest.

There was no mistaking that this was not her Five. There was no languid domesticity behind this kiss. He kissed her like a man starved, who had no idea when his next meal would be.

She was breathless when they pulled away, but he did not let go of her just yet.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered, “I love you. Every version of you, in every timeline. I love you.”

“I love you,” she replied, her lips finding his once more; a soft, lingering kiss, “I love you so much, Five. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to find our happy ending in your timeline, but thank you for being here for me in mine.”

It was with great difficulty that he finally let her go, taking a few steps back so that he could actually find the strength to leave her there. His eyes wandered over her, as if he was trying to memorize every single detail about her, about this moment.

“Be careful,” he warned, “Please, be careful, love.”

“I will.” She assured him, but the words tasted sour on her tongue. Every blip of the future she could see was dark and desolate.

She watched him blink away and she stumbled back a few steps, sinking down to sit on the stoop behind her. She needed just a moment to collect herself before meeting the family. Before seeing her Five again. Before facing yet another apocalypse.

Part 3

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Ok, Ik that this is well known by every single soul. But Scott or Sam (whatever, they're ALMOST the same characters to me) as a high school love, with reader being a normal girl and smart one, and them being the annoying popular boy who plays with everyone and is a little rude and mean. Buuuttt, they change completely with reader, they're suddenly sweet and caring, just for them, but they still rude and a little mean. Ugh. A good high school confusing love🎀

Author's note: I think it's a great start to make them fight against each other for the reader. Nonnie, you're awesome <3

Everyone knew the MONROE twins. SAM and SCOTT ruled the high school in their own maddening, cocky way—Scott, all swagger and sharp grins, the life of every party, and Sam, the quieter one, with a brooding intensity that felt both attractive and a little dangerous. They were untouchable, reigning over the school’s social hierarchy like kings, their effortless charisma drawing people in and keeping them at arm’s length. Together, they were a storm—too loud, too intense, too much.

They were mean in a way only the untouchable kids could be—quick with smirks that cut deeper than words, glances that dismissed people as if they weren’t worth the effort. But not with you. You were different.

Smart, quiet, utterly uninterested in the drama that swirled around them, you’d somehow caught their attention. Maybe it was your no-nonsense attitude, the way you rolled your eyes at Scott’s cocky charm in the middle of class or the way you’d flat-out told Sam to do his own damn homework for once. Whatever it was, you’d slipped under their skin, and suddenly, they were everywhere.

It started slowly. Sam would linger at your locker between classes, his dark eyes softening when they met yours, a quiet, almost shy smile ghosting his lips. Then there was Scott, who always seemed to find his way to your side in the library, plopping down with an exaggerated sigh, sliding his notes your way like he was doing you the world’s biggest favor.

They didn’t play their usual games with you. They didn’t dare. Sam’s sharpness softened around you; Scott’s bravado turned teasing, almost affectionate. You saw sides of them no one else did—the way Scott’s smirk faltered when you caught him staring too long, the way Sam’s hand trembled when he reached for yours.

It was confusing, maddening, and utterly impossible to untangle. Because when you were with Sam, it was like the rest of the world faded away. His voice dropped lower, softer, his fingers brushing yours in a way that made your heart stutter. But then there was Scott, who’d lean against your locker with that infuriating grin, his hand grazing your shoulder like he couldn’t help himself, like he needed to touch you.

You didn’t know what you were to them. Friends? More? You weren’t sure, and the twins weren’t exactly forthcoming. And then, one day, things got even more complicated.

Sam was waiting for you after school, leaning against your locker with his usual quiet confidence. He was all soft smiles and lowered eyes, his hoodie hanging off one shoulder like he hadn’t a care in the world.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low, his hand brushing yours as he handed you the books you’d dropped earlier.

Your heart fluttered at the contact, but you forced yourself to stay calm. “Hey, you waiting for someone?”

He smirked, his fingers curling around the strap of his backpack. “Just you.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “Let me walk you out. Make sure no one gives you a hard time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care about anyone giving me a hard time?”

“Since now,” he said simply, his gaze steady, unwavering.

Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You turned to see Scott strolling up, his usual cocky grin firmly in place, but his eyes flicked between you and Sam with this weird sharpness you didn’t miss.

Sam straightened instantly, his hand dropping from where it had almost—almost—found its way to yours. The change was subtle, yet you felt it. The softness was gone, replaced by the guarded, indifferent mask he wore with everyone else.

Scott didn’t wait for an invitation, sliding between the two of you like he belonged there, of course. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close in a way that made your breath hitch and a great question ring in your head 'what the hell?'. “Come on, we’ve got places to be,” he said, completely ignoring Sam.

You glanced between the twins, your heart pounding, not really knowing what to do. At some point you wanted to stay with Sam yet you couldn't bring yourself to just say 'no' to Scott.

Sam’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides, but he didn’t say anything. He just gave you one last, lingering look before turning and walking away. Just like that

"Asshole" you heard Scott's scoff

It was like that for weeks. When you were with Sam, he was soft, gentle, his touches tentative yet deliberate. But the moment Scott showed up, he’d back away, his affection vanishing as quickly as it came.

And Scott? He was a complicated mass of nature, pulling you into his orbit with teasing grins and over-the-top gestures, but there was something deeper there, something he didn’t want to admit and you, couldn't really catch the meaning of it.

The twins didn’t know about each other—not really. You weren’t sure if they didn’t notice or if they were just pretending not to, but either way, the tension was suffocating, feeling like it chokes the life out of you.

One night, you found yourself alone with Scott in the library. He was sitting too close, his hand resting on your knee like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re too serious, you know that?” he teased, his fingers tapping against your skin. “Life’s too short to spend it buried in books.”

“Some of us actually care about our futures,” you shot back

Scott chuckled, leaning in closer. “You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Your heart stuttered at the words, but before you could respond, a shadow fell over the table.

“Am I interrupting?”

Thank God for him saving you

Sam’s voice was low, eyes narrowing as they flicked to Scott’s hand on your knee.

Scott didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He just smirked, his grip tightening slightly. “Not at all, Sammy. Just keeping your girl company.”

You swore you saw Sam jaw clench, giving Scott this daring look as if he was about to steal something that belonged to him. And as you sat there, caught between them, you realized something: whatever this was—this game, this pull between you and the Monroe twins—it was far from over.

And you weren’t sure you’d survive it.

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Eddie threw an arm over Steve's shoulder, bringing him into a half-hug, “So, what did you guys think?”

“It was great!” Steve said quickly, relaxing into Eddie’s side, “You guys killed it, dude!”

“He’s right,” Robin agreed, “It was awesome! Super, duper fun and we’re so glad we got to see it. But actually, we kinda got to go-”

Eddie frowned, the loose grip he had over Steve’s shoulder tightening on it’s own accord, “Go where? Don’t tell me you guys are tired already?”

For some reason, Robin didn’t look at him after he asked the question. Instead she looked to Steve, a brow raised as she waited for something. But then Steve was giving her a subtle nod, her queue to start talking again. She leaned in closer, whispering as loud as she could in the noisy environment, “So… you’re like cool, right? Steve said you were cool.”

Eddie cocked his head at her, beyond confused, “I-yes? I guess?”

“About the thing?” She pressed, jerking her head his direction, “Steve’s thing?”

“Oh!” Eddie blurted, finally catching on. But he still didn’t get what Steve being gay had to do with them ditching. He nodded quickly, “Very cool with it. Have zero issues.”

It was almost true. Whatever issues Eddie had with Steve’s sexuality involved his own bullshit more than anything else. Plus, his answer had Robin smiling. Gesturing for Eddie to lean in closer, “Good. Because we, um. Share the affliction if you catch my drift.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie said, not missing a beat. He had kind of figured that out along the way. Considering the process of elimination on who could have possibly talked Steve through his queer thoughts. Not that Eddie cared, “No problem here.”

“Good!” She said with a grin, “Then you know just how limited our options are where we live. And according to an insanely pretty girl, there is an honest to god gay bar, like a few blocks away!”

Eddie swallowed, discomfort suddenly settling in at the suggestion, “T-That’s where you guys are going?”

“Yeah!” She said excitedly, setting her sights back onto Steve, “It’s time for someone to realize that we are hot enough to flirt and be flirted with! Closets don’t matter when you’re hours away from home.”

“We share the exact same closet,” Steve groaned, “Don’t start preaching to me.”

“And tonight we can escape from it!” Robin argued, “Come on! Eddie’s going to be busy with his friends and groupies anyway. What else are we doing-”

“I’m actually not that busy,” Eddie interrupted, trying his damndest to keep his voice calm. Suddenly, he felt nauseous again. He didn’t-He knew Steve could handle himself. He did. B-But creeps were everywhere! And he wasn’t used to being around guys who only wanted one thing and Robin would be distracted with girls a-and Eddie was really struggling with this idea.

Though Steve seemed to disagree. The next thing he knew, Steve was smiling back at her. Letting out a good-natured sigh, “Fine, fine! We can go. Someone has to make sure you don’t get kidnapped.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Robin nearly squealed, bouncing a little in her seat, “This is gonna be so fun!”

Eddie’s heart squeezed uncomfortably in his his chest at the excitement, dread starting to fill him. He opened his mouth, words escaping before he could even think of it, “Sounds like you two might need a D.D. I can do it.”

It was probably the first time Eddie had ever invited himself to something he clearly wasn’t a part of. But he had to give himself some credit for how smoothly it came out. 

Robin looked up at him, clearly surprised, “Really? It’s not exactly your scene.”

Eddie shrugged, “It could be. I like George Michael.”

Steve snorted next to him, “That is the one true gay litmus test. You got us there.”

“Seriously though,” Eddie pressed, refusing to let it go, “Then you can both drink, dance, have fun. And not worry about how you’re getting back to the hotel.”

“But don’t you want to stay here?” Steve asked, “Robin wasn’t kidding about the groupies. You should have heard what some of them were saying.”

“You could definitely get laid,” Robin added. She was staring at him now, looking at Eddie in a way that seemed a little past confused. Like she was examining him. Testing him. Or maybe that was just in his head. 

Eddie held firm, “Maybe, but I’d rather hang out with you two vs playing wingman to the boys. What do you say?”

“If you really don’t mind…” Steve said, trailing off. But Eddie could tell that he was happy. He could barely keep his smile to himself as he looked to the side, biting his lip in a way that Eddie fucking knew other people would notice. How could they not? 

from the next chapter of this fic

[frost-queen]

Touch so foreign (Reader x The recruiter / salesman)

Requested by: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers,  @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower

Summary: After the games adopts Gi-hun reader to fill the empty hole in his life. Warning you of the man in a suit. When one day you encounter the recruiter by accident, it leads to an argument. Gi-hun coming just in time. Yet now the recruiter starts obessesing over you. Kidnapping you for a game of russian roulette with a twist.

Doorknob in your hand you were ready to leave. – “Y/n!” – hearing your sudden name, made you push the door in the lock once more. Humming loud, whilst looking over your shoulder. Gi-hun appearing into the room. His expression terrified. Without words you already knew what he meant. Since English wasn’t that great with him since he adopted you, you had learned to understand his body language.

You curled up a smile, patting your hip. Patting something hard hiding underneath your coat. – “I’ve got it.” – you reassured him. Gi-hun nodded worriedly. Still unsure to let you wander the streets of Seoul alone. Knowing very well what was out there or rather who was out there. Sighing soft you approached him. Grabbing him by both his shoulders.

“Avoid namja in a suit and briefcase. Avoid Ddakji.” – you recited. Having heard those words numerous times. Practically burned into your brain. Avoid anyone that could be the recruiter. Gi-hun exhaled relieved, moving his hand up to your cheek. Smiling with proudness at how well you listened.

“Good.” – he responded moving his arms around you for a hug. You hugged him back with a satisfied exhale. – “Gomawoyo.” – you spoke pulling away from the hug. Gi-hun chuckled loud. – “You’re Korean getting good.” – he ruffled his hand through your hair. Making you look annoyed at him for ruining your hair.

Blowing some hair out of your face, you laid it perfect once more. – “Now I must really go.” – you let out checking your watch. Hasting towards the door, waving your hand behind you. Gi-hun moved his hand up to wave back at you before you disappeared through the door.  Running down the stairs as you had a subway to catch. Something you couldn’t miss for you had a job interview to get to.

An international firm that worked with foreigners. No need to fully understand Korean as many people there spoke English. Something that came in handy for you. Your Korean wasn’t on point yet. Mostly it resolved around short sentences and words.

It has been exactly 3 years ago since Gi-hun took you in. Adopting a foreign girl as his own. It was right after the games. Perhaps he felt lonely, having lost so many people around him. He found you at the city centre trying to fight for your rights. Your parents had died in a car crash during your vacation to Korea.

Now the country wouldn’t let you leave so easily and you knew no one. Had no one till Gi-hun took you in as his own. Ever since he has been happier. With each day it grew a bit louder. Gi-hun has been helping you with your Hangul as you helped him with English. Taking care of each other. For neither wanted to be alone in this cruel world.

Rushing down the steps you went underground. Greeted by a coldness from being below ground. Following the right number to your platform. Going down another set of stairs, you arrived at the platform. A few people waiting for the subway as well. You came joining them. Observing them closely.

Observing their style of clothing. Whether or not they carried a suitcase. A man was sitting down with a suitcase between his feet. It made you swallow nervously. Staring as you couldn’t look away. The stranger turned his head to you. It made you quickly spin around. Turning away as you didn’t want him to see you.

Breathing heavier, you moved away. Creating a large distance between him and you. Heart pounding loud in your chest. Hands trembling. Feeling as if he was following you. Going after you. Perhaps to invite you to a game of Ddakji.

Your pace quickened not wanting to get caught in this. You’ve heard stories about the games and the recruiter from Gi-hun. It made you shudder and nauseous to even think about it. Eyes widening you saw that the platform was coming to an end. The black gaping tunnel staring hauntingly at you. A cold breezing through it.

Feeling a sudden hand on your shoulder made you freak out. Screaming loud, flipping your arm back to get the hand off. Squatting down to make yourself as small as possible. – “Please…” – you begged out, hands up. When you heard a loud scoff, it made you look up. A man speaking in Korean to you. Pointing with his finger and sounding clearly annoyed. You didn’t understand him as he was talking too fast.

He must have noticed the confusion on your face, making him sigh loud. – “No going over line!” – he called out gesturing at the line. It made you look down, seeing a yellow line. One you had clearly crossed. – “Oh…” – you said getting up. Apologizing to him with a bow. You stepped back over the line where it was save. Moving further to the back till your subway arrived.

It came riding in. Following the people to the doors, you dared to glance over your shoulder to the man with the suitcase. Your brows furrowing seeing him get up and greet another man excitedly. All smiley and hugging as perhaps he wasn’t the recruiter Gi-hun had warned you about.

Feeling some bumps against your shoulders, you blinked rapidly. Hopping onto the subway. Taking a seat and exhaling deep. Feeling your stress level calm down. The ride was but a few minutes till you got back off. This time you didn’t dare to look around. Simply hurrying outside without a glance. Rushing to your job interview.

Not that Gi-hun or you needed the money, but it was good for you to have an occupation. To mingle yourself into the Korean work culture. It would be good for your Korean was something Gi-hun would say. To get Koreans to accept you easier if you understood their ways of living more. With one last calming breath, you went inside.

Pushing the doors open, you exhaled relieved. It felt like an eternity that you had been inside there. Not sure if you nailed it. You felt nervous, but who knows. Walking away from the building, you pulled out your phone to text Gi-hun how it went. Eyes glued to your screen. Texting him with a mixture of English and Korean and emoji’s.

Smiling back at your screen while waiting for a reply. Going straight till something sturdy nearly knocked you off your feet. Setting you off balance as your phone dropped to the ground. A louder thud crashing to the ground. – “Joesonghamnida.” – you apologized with a bow. Eyes widening at the suitcase that had fallen down. Laying open as the money packets were clear as day.

Some money scattered around from the impact. – “Ya! Jugeullae!” – a loud man’s voice spoke. Grabbing you by your coat. Gasping loud, you looked up, staring right back at a man… wearing a suit. Shaking you roughly back and forth. – “You babo!” – he cursed out. The wind picking up some of the money as it spiralled in the air.

“I’m sorry… mianhamnida.” – you responded with a shaky breath. – “Dakcho!” – he yelled at you. Making you swallow frightened. You needn’t understand him to know what he meant. Pressing your lips together you held your words in. He continued to shout at you in a mixture of Korean and English as your eyes fell on the ground.

Seeing something red and blue from under the packets of money. Ddakji? – “I already told you I was sorry!” – you shouted back at him, shoving his hands off you. He had been grabbing your coat so tight, his knuckles were white. – “You are going to pay for this Ssibal-saekki!”– he called out giving his suitcase a good kick.

It startled you. – “Geumanhae!” – you screamed out wanting him to stop. The man breathed out a laugh. Curling his lips up to a grin. He tugged one hand in his pocket, moving two fingers at your head. Before his fingers could touch your head, you had grabbed for the gun tucked away under your coat.

Pointing it firmly at him. The man only laughed amusingly as if the gun didn’t freak him out. You tried to steady your breathing from the intense moment. – “You sure you can hold that doll?” – he asked touching the tip of your gun. Making you usher out a pant, trying to hold your ground. – “I know who the F* you are!” – you called out.

The man curled up a smirk. – “Do you now darling?” – he responded leaning in closer so that the tip of your gun was pressed against his forehead. It made you blink surprised at how crazy he was. – “Y/n!” – you suddenly heard, making you look away from the man in a suit. Eyes widening at Gi-hun running over.

“Ya!” – he shouted pointing firm at the recruiter. – “Geunyeoleul naebeolyeodwo!” – he yelled out making the recruiter quirk his eyebrow up. Glancing from Gi-hun back to you with an interesting hum. Gi-hun stormed over to you, pulling your gun down. – “Ya! You crazy?” – he called out.

Taking the gun from you. He came standing in front of you. To block the recruiter away from you. – “What is this?” – he wanted to know, hinting at the gun. You lowered your gaze, afraid to look at him. Gi-hun looked over his shoulder for the recruiter, but there was no sight of him. His suitcase gone as well.

“I asked a question!” – Gi-hun fully gave you his attention back. – “I…I’m sorry…” – you sobbed out. You didn’t mean to cry, but it was an honest reaction from the adrenaline leaving your body. It had felt so tense when you actually encountered him, you didn’t know what he was going to do.

Gi-hun exhaled deep hearing your sobs. Already calming himself down. He put the gun away, lowering himself to pick up your phone. – “I’m sorry… I just wanted to protect myself from the recruiter. You told me he was dangerous… I just… I’m sorry…” – you cried out, wiping your upcoming tears away.

Gi-hun closed his eyes for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. – “I’m sorry…” – he responded brushing his hand through your hair. Calming you down. Deep down he felt guilty. That it was his fault for scaring you so much into buying a gun behind his back.

Yet then again he needed to be warningly as the recruiter was not one to play with. – “Gaja, Y/n.” – Gi-hun said wiping some tears away. You nodded as he came to your side. Keeping one arm around you. Escorting you back to the subway to head home. Taking one last glance over your shoulder to see if he was still around. He was not.

A couple of days later you were waiting for Gi-hun to return with take-out. Home alone, you already had set the table. Now roaming around the room mindlessly with nothing else to do but wait. You paced near the window, eyes looking down as it made you do a double-take. Blinking surprised or confused.

The street below lighted up with a few streetlights. A man in a suit standing across the street. Far enough for the light for it to not touch him. His face unrecognizable in the dark. Yet it was clear he wore a suit. One hand tugged in his pocket. Having the uneasy feeling that he was watching you. Looking up to what you were doing.

A shiver went up your spine. The man’s head tilted to the side, letting you for sure know he was watching you. Getting the creeps, you immediately closed the curtains, blocking him out. Holding yourself warmly, you went to sit down. Hoping Gi-hun would return with the take-out rather sooner than later.

The next day you were making your way to the subway. Waiting for the tube to come. Looking up from the ground, you looked at the other platform in front. Eyes widening as you saw him. The recruiter. Standing still. Watching you. The moment he knew you had seen him, he curled up a smile.

A confident nod coming your way. Making you swallow hard, taking a step back. He wasn’t truly here. You were just imagining things. The recruiter tilted his head intrigued. You stumbled back, nearly knocking over another woman. You quickly apologized. Looking back at the platform in front of you. Their subway had arrived. Riding off as the platform was suddenly empty.

No sign of him. Exhaling relieved, you must have sure only dreamt. Your subway arrived as you hopped on. Heading into town. Wandering around after gone to your appointment. You walked through a park, eyes widening when you saw someone familiar sit down.

The recruiter. He curled up a smile, waving charismatically back at you. You immediately turned on your heel to take off. Panting loud to keep in motion. The ringing of your phone made you nearly let out a scream. Taking it out, you looked down. An unknown number calling you. Looking back up from your phone, you started looking around. Turning around to see who could be calling you.

Gaze suddenly stopping at him again. He removed his phone from against his ear with a smug expression. Bringing his finger to his lips. A sign for silence. The caller stopped calling at the same time he put his phone away. Making you stumbled back. This sadistic asshole was stalking you. Enjoying how much he could mess with your head.

You started running. Escaping from his presence. Looking over your shoulder, you saw that he was following you. Keeping his distance and keeping it casual, but definitely following you. A part of you wanted to stop and confront him. Yell at him why he was so obsessed with you. Another part, the loudest part simply wanted to get away from him. You ran into a café where it was crowded.

Running straight for the bathroom to hide in. Hiding in a stall, pulling your feet up to the seat with you. Phone in the ready to call Gi-hun if you needed to. You were about to press the call button when the door opened. Making you jump out of your skin. Footsteps echoing in the bathroom. You covered up your mouth to deafen out your loud breathing.

Squealing soft against your hand when a pair of shoes came in sight. Walking as you begged for them to keep moving. Yet they stopped and turned. Tips pointing forwards. Body shuddering with fear, knowing it was him. Standing in front of your stall. – “Y/n.” – he spoke, saying your name out long and almost melodic. – “You can’t hide from me.” – he spoke in a taunting voice.

It made you pant loud against your hand, hoping so hard he wouldn’t hear you. Then there were chuckles. He must have heard you for there were two gentle knocks on the door. You jumped out of your skin, a muffled yelp screaming against your hand. – “I’d like to play a game.” – he spoke, his voice luringly. – “Gi-hun wouldn’t mind.” – he added to made you shudder even further. You heard a loud sigh.

“Don’t make me break this door down.” – he went on as he hoped you would respond, yet you didn’t. You looked around for a way out but there was none. Eyes falling on the sides. It was worth a shot, but it was risky as well. You silently went down the toilet. Coming to lay low so you could crawl over to the next stall. Simply hoping the recruiter wouldn’t bend down and look underneath the stalls.

You squirmed yourself over to the next stall. Pulling your feet with you. You heard him sigh loud again. Just before a loud sound made you jump out of your skin. The door slamming against the stall as he had kicked it open. He hummed disappointed at an empty stall.

You felt like this was your cue. Shoving the door open and taking a run for it. With rushed footsteps behind you, you ran into the busy café towards the streets. Outside, you took a moment to catch your breath. Heart beating loudly in your chest. Your neck and forehead already glistering with sweat.

Running off once more, you knew he was right behind you. This time he started running as well. Enough of the taunting and teasing. He needed you now. An adrenaline shooting him up like a drug. You squealed loud when he neared. Knowing you couldn’t outrun him forever. Feeling a sudden hand wrap around your wrist like a lock. One pull made you stop, immediately shoved against the wall.

“You are a hard one to catch.” – he said pantingly. You turned your head away from him. – “Let me go!” – you called out squirming against his grip. The recruiter clicked his tongue, swaying his finger in front of you. The way he was staring at you made you swallow nervously.

You should fear him, but you couldn’t deny how extremely hot he was. If he wasn’t such a sadistic asshole, you might have felt flattered that a man was putting in so much effort in you. Specially someone as hot as him. He tilted his head to the side, staring luringly back at you. He brought his face closer to you, making you shudder out a breath. – “You are mine now.” – he whispered in your ear.

Making sure his cheek was in contact with yours. If he wasn’t pressing you against the wall, you thought your knees would give away from under you. Before you knew it he pressed a cloth against your face. Eyes widening as you tried to protest but very soon your body felt weightless. Eyes rolling back as you collapsed into his arms.

Head pounding, you gained consciousness. Blinking slowly to adjust to your surroundings. A vision coming in sight. First a blur till it settled sharper. Eyes widening with a gasp at the sight of the recruiter. – “Hello sleeping beauty.” – he said with a chuckle. Turning your head rapidly, you tried to see where you were. Feeling sudden restraints.

Gaze falling down on your hands tied up to the chair you were sitting in. It made you push against it. Trying to free your hands. The recruiter clicked his tongue, shaking his head at you. He set his hands down on yours, coming to lean in. – “You and I are going to play a game.” – he said. If the devil had a human flesh, it would be him. Shaking your head, you didn’t want to be a part of this. The recruiter pulled away, taking out a gun from his pocket.

It made you freak out, panic that he was going to shoot you in cold blood. He neared once more, shushing you. Patting his hand on your head as you couldn’t stop crying. Shaking your head to have his hand off you. Not wanting him to touch you. He opened the bullet compartment, letting them all drop to the ground. He then bend down to pick one up.

“Russian roulette, I’m sure you are familiar with it.” – he addressed shoving one bullet back in. Spinning it around before locking it back in. He placed the gun in the middle of the table. Returning then back to you. Slowly removing the rope from around your hands. He pressed a hand on your lap, spreading his fingers wide.

“You’ll play with me, wouldn’t you Y/n?” – whispering out, sending a rush through your body. His hand slowly rising up to your inner thigh. You gasped loud making him stop. Curling up a smile. The recruiter stepped away, taking a seat in front of you.

“We’ll each take a turn.” – he said taking the gun on the table. Giving it a good spin. You watched with wide eyes as it spun. Slowing down till it stopped. Gulping loud as it was pointing at you. The recruiter hummed intrigued, coming to lean back. A finger against his lips. Curious to see what you were going to do. – “Go on, take it darling.” – he ushered you.

With trembling hands, you reached for the gun. Letting it drag over the table to your side. Picking it up, it suddenly felt heavy in your grip. The recruiter showed what you had to do by pointing two fingers up against his own head with a grin. Shuddering out a breath you rose the gun up. Pressing the cold tip of it against the side of your head. Closing your eyes, you pulled the trigger. Click.

Eyes opening with a loud gasp. You immediately set the gun down, not wanting it near you again. The recruiter took the gun. Coming to lean over the table. Getting up as close to your face as possible. Wanting you to look at him. Forcing you to look at him as he brought the gun to the side of his face.

Showing you just what kind of psycho he was. One that feared nothing. His cheeks trembled when he pulled. Click. He laughed setting the gun down. Sliding it over to you. His eyes locked on you. Making you unable to look away. The recruiter was slowly pulling away as you slowly got up.

The more he moved his head away, the more you leaned in closer to keep the same distance. The recruiter came sitting down as you had leaned over the table now. Taking the gun from underneath you. Adrenaline shooting through you. Hands trembling with fear that the next one was for you.

That the next one would take you out. The recruiter quirked his eyebrow up when you copied his previous act. Wanting to show him that two could play this game. Placing the gun against your head, you stared back at him. Exhaling deep as your eyes dropped to his lips. Remaining there for a moment till they flashed back up to meet with his eyes.

Something new reflecting in his eyes. Intrigued. Curiosity? You pulled the trigger without a thought. Click. Exhaling long you dropped the gun back to the table. The recruiter tilted his head at you. You were backing away as he set his hands down on the table. Getting up from his seat. His face following your movement.

Keeping you pulled in as his eyes flashed down to your lips. It made you swallow hard. A flush creeping up to your cheeks. If he wasn’t so darn hot. He curled up a smirk as that was your undoing. Forgetting about everything and letting loose, you pressed your lips against. Realizing what you were doing, you pulled away. Breaking off the kiss to move back to your seat.

Yet two firm hands kept you in place. The recruiter grabbing you by your shirt. Tugging hard on you, you nearly knocked over the table as he pulled you close. Eyes staring hungrily at you. The table in between was a real trouble as his lips couldn’t touch yours.

He grunted loud, letting go of you. He flipped the table to the side as it crashed against the wall. You jumped out of your skin, but got grabbed once more. Stumbling forwards as you dropped to your knees. They crashed hard against the ground as he had dropped back into his seat. Cupping your cheeks firmly.

Leaning down to kiss your lips. Hard. Rough. It was sloppy and rushed with eagerness. You blindly set your hands down on his lap, pulling yourself up. He came sitting up straighter, not once breaking the kiss off. Not sure if this was stalling your death, but your body didn’t protest.

For some attraction must have been mutual otherwise he wouldn’t be devouring you so passionately. His hands lowered to your hips. Adjusting you to sit down on his lap. Your legs went around him, sitting comfortably on his lap. His lips retracted from yours for a moment. Panting loud against your lips. His eyes going up from your lips to your eyes. His hand guiding up your cheek, breathing out - “You are mine now.”

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[apeachty]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀small and cute

⠀⠀⠀txt x small chested fem!reader

genre ; smut

warnings | tags ; mentions of sex (obviously); my regular & favorite ooc; but i think that's it. written like "reaction to" or something like that. and questionable writing skills and engish speaking abilities.

i'm not sure if it's actually bad enough for mdni, but just in case...

wordcount ; less than 1k overall, so like 0.2k and less for each member.

✉ notes ; my soobin's tiny fic with the same idea got many notes in a short period of time, so i kinda thought people were interested (?), so i decided to write it for all the members.

also tagging @biteyoubiteme despite not asking her about it beforehand, but she encourages me a lot and i love her and i'm her fangirl, go check her fics if you haven't yet!!

titles i come up with are getting worse and worse... and i'm tired of trying to come up with banners, so let me introduce ot5 banner for when i have no idea what to choose

⠀⠀⠀[ masterlist is here ]

⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀soobin

boobies are boobies, awesome in all shapes and sizes. doesn't care much, and treats all the tits the same—with love, care and adoration. maybe a bit of obsession. talks to your boobs sometimes ("you're so cute" — "me?" — "uhhh you and them?..")

if you're insecure, would be extra careful with what he says about boobies in general (doesn't want you to become more insecure because everyone around him says he loves big chest, and will defend "all sizes are great" with his life, shame forgotten, if anyone ever says it in front of you).

will be the happiest man alive, if—but let's be honest, it's 'when'—you allow him to push his hand up your shirt any moment he wants. and every time he does, he becomes just a tiny bit happier. sleeping, watching movies, brushing teeth together. you sometimes wonder if he even needs second hand for anything except your chest (he does. gaming controller for example)

⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀yeonjun

doesn't care much for boobies in general at first. of course, he explores your body to see what you do and don't like, and if he sees that you react well to boob play, he'll note it and use it of course, but only when it comes to some kind of intimacy.

if he finds out you're insecure (or were insecure at some point in the past), you're spoiled. you thought he was spoiling you with all these lingerie back then? you haven't seen nothing yet. the guy knows your measurements (he tries his best to remember it with his palms, even tho you tried to explain you should grab a body measuring tape or you can just tell him the size easily, but he was determined to measure it himself he found an excuse to cup your chest, it won't be easy to convince him to let go) and your taste in it.

thanks to you started thinking small boobies are cute. his soul leaves his body every time you wear a tight t-shirt or tanktop without a bra around the house. he can also be your human bra if you want, but he pops a boner too fast.

⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀beomgyu

just like for soobin, tits are tits for him (all are awesome), and he doesn't think about its size even for a second, it just never crosses his mind. and just like yeonjun, he knows if your chest is sensitive and what exactly you like.

but he'd be so cruel about it— if you ever say 'yes' to him asking if he can play with your boobs while you're not having sex... well, you are having sex in just five minutes, because he knows just where to pinch, how to tug and how hard to squeeze (he's just too attentive).

and he's going to do it completely randomly, you can be washing dishes (and what a shame, your hands are wet and you can't push his hands away without making your t-shirt wet too), and he's right behind you, his hands are already there (it turns into a simple back hug pretty soon tho, he's just a huge softy)

now i need to write a fluffy ridiculous try at washing dishes with beomgyu behind you and trying to help you with it—

⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀taehyun

the guy is so mature, he has that "breasts are not for me to rate, breasts are for feeding children" view, of course, he pays lots of attention to it when it comes to sex (if you want him to, of course), but for him that interest for chest stays in bedroom (or anywhere you have sex at), he's more or less indifferent to it outside of it.

at least he thinks so until at some point you take off your shirt at the gym and stay in a sport bra only (because big boobs or small, sports bra are the comfiest), and he almost pops a boner right there. he himself doesn't understand what's so damn hot about it, but he just can't tear his eyes away from you.

buys you dozens of outfits for fitness/workout/yoga after it (gets teased by his shopping buddy yeonjun mercilessly for that) and really wants to buy tight tops but always asks you if you're comfortable with that (get yourself a guy like taehyun—)

going to the gym with him after it... sexual tension is felt few floors away, because you both can't look away from each other.

⠀⠀⠀✧⠀⠀kai

sleeping on your chest is his favorite thing to do— no matter how many times you try to push him off because "i'm too flat, it's not comfortable for you", he always asks you if it's comfortable for you (he only asked it to make sure you're fine few times, and now he just asks it to prove a point), and you always say it is (you once tried to lie and say it's not, he looked so heartbroken, you never do it again), so he just lays back on your chest and enjoys it.

does it even more often when he's negative kai, but much less gently, no puppy eyes for you if you try to push him away. just pulls you closer (sorry for your bones, he sometimes forgets how strong he is), and if you still try to fight him, might even get his hand under your shirt and pinch side of your boob. he just knows you love it when he lays on your chest, and he's not in the mood for your little tantrums (will def stop if you ask him to tho, he just knows you're fine).

[bearloonz]

king what do you think of comic #7 :D

I JUST finished it like 30 minutes ago so i definitely need to reread it a couple hundred times like i did iwth the other ones but. Highlight moments

PAULING NAME REVEAL. That was awesome

pauling and engineer are FRIENDS they are FRIENDS and he wants to make sure she does the right thing but hes not going to stop her from doing what she wants

Pauling and spy are also friends. I like htat :)

the spy face reveal made me like leave my seat and pace around my room. He looks exactly how everyone expected him to look but the fact that they did that at all was so unexpected.

ZHANNA AND SOLDIER HAVE KIDS !!!!!! LOVE WINS!!!!!!!!

i love scout being a single dad i think thats beautiful. I wish his mom had shown up in the final panel.

on the whole i think it was just a very solid conclusion . It did exactly what it was supposed to and it tied things up, which i did not expect at all. i like that the answer to what the Administrator was doing was.. not all that much, really. At the end of the day her goals were just as aimless as any of the Manns. It definitely feels more like an epilogue than a full issue, and with that theres kind of some lingering disappointment that there wasn’t more to the comic after 7 years of waiting, but ignoring the wait time, i think it did what it set out to do well. In all its clunky and unserious tf2 glory.

If there’s one critique i could give, i would say i really wish we had more of the mercs interacting with each other. We didnt get to see them meet up with Engie properly again which felt kind of underwhelming and for the most part they just kind of did a lot of standing around, behind or next to Pauling. like, it was a good ending, but definitely more for the Administrator and Pauling and the Mann characters stories, not reaaally great for more content of the mercs. But they’ve all been a sideline to Pauling as shes been the mc through most of this really. Its not necessarily new to want more of them dicking around, but i still miss it.

at the end of the day. 10/10. God this style is gorgeous. Im SO happy they moved away from the style of the 6th edition to get closer to the style that was more like what makani did in the other previous issues. And im glad we dont have to stare at a grey box on the comics page anymore yearning for issue 7.